After Richard spoke, a heavy silence hung in the car. He sneakily looked in the rearview mirror and saw David staring outside, seemingly ignoring what he had just said. But it was hard to believe David hadn't heard him. Richard stayed quiet and focused on driving.As they approached a fork in the road, Richard cautiously asked, "Boss, should I take you to the office or back home?"David finally snapped out of his thoughts, thought for a moment, and softly replied, "Let's go back home."Richard simply said, "Okay," and directed the car towards their apartment.However, after driving a mile or two, David's calm voice came from the backseat, "Actually, let's go to the mansion."His tone was even and composed, not like someone making a sudden decision. In fact, David rarely made impulsive choices.Drawing on his experience, Richard sensed that David was in a particularly bad mood. So, he didn't ask any more questions and skillfully adjusted their route to take David back to the mansion.A
The office's floor-to-ceiling windows spanned an entire wall, flooding the room with brilliant light, illuminating the city beneath the night's cloak, rendering it even more vibrant than it appeared during daylight hours.David extricated himself from the mountain of documents, rising from his seat to stretch his somewhat stiff hands and feet.Despite having industry elites leading each department in the large group, capable of handling most matters directly, some crucial decisions invariably awaited his approval. Even if they only required two or three days of his attention, the cumulative workload formed a substantial stack on his desk.To the world, David was seen as the omnipotent president of the Oregon Group of Companies, endowed with immense wealth. However, few realized the enormous pressure and responsibilities he carried on his shoulders.He had grown accustomed to this responsibility, never once considering evading it from the moment he accepted the role. Yet, recently, his
Early the following morning, as David arrived at the company, his father was already waiting for him in the office.Upon spotting his father, a subtle furrow formed on David's brow. "What brings you here? You should be resting at home until you've fully recovered," he advised.David's father was seated at his desk, perusing a stack of documents. He looked up and flashed a warm smile. "If you won't go back, then I have to come to you."David approached and gently guided his father to a well-lit spot on a nearby sofa, away from the sun's direct rays. He took a seat beside him and gestured toward the towering stacks of paperwork on the table. "You wouldn't believe how much work I have on my plate right now. I promise I'll head home as soon as I'm through with all of this."David's father remained skeptical. "Are you truly swamped, or are you avoiding something? If you'd rather not face me, just say so. I won't pry into your affairs anymore. It's only going to strain our relationship furt
Rowan has been enjoying a peaceful and contented life in recent days. It can even be described as a period of happiness. She consistently manages to leave work on time every day, and her colleagues are not only friendly but also maintain a harmonious atmosphere. Occasionally, they playfully tease her and James, but there is never any malicious intent behind their banter. Upon returning home from work, Rowan is pleasantly surprised to find that Jessica has already prepared dinner for a few people. No matter what she decides to cook, Jessica always includes one or two light dishes that are suitable for Rowan during her pregnancy, showing great consideration for her tastes. This level of care makes Rowan feel genuinely touched and a bit embarrassed at times. After dinner, Rowan takes a leisurely stroll outside, accompanied by her dog, and spends quality time playing with Ryan when she's back home. Each day feels fulfilling and rich. Despite the relatively short time she has known Jessi
The security guard's demeanor was somewhat reasonable, yet his piercing gaze made Rowan uneasy. He addressed her with a stern tone, saying, "Miss, please cooperate." Rowan was taken aback, her thoughts racing back to the young man who had bumped into her earlier without apparent cause. She couldn't help but wonder if there was a connection. She quickly dismissed the idea. Such improbable events hardly ever occur to ordinary people, let alone happening to her out of the blue. Confusion gripped her, and she felt the urge to inspect the bags she held, hoping to uncover any suspicious items. However, the security guard remained at her side, his eyes unwavering and intense. If she were to start rummaging through her bags now, she knew she'd be instantly labeled a thief rather than a mere suspect. Rowan kept silent, and the security guard's patience wore thin. "Miss, all we need is for you to open your bag and allow us to take a look. We won't resort to violence. Please cooperate." The
Rowan couldn't help but ask, "Have you seen that necklace?"The man's smile remained, but there was a hint of bitterness tugging at the corners of his mouth.Without attempting to offer an explanation, he reassured Rowan, "I'll clarify things with them later and request that they release you first. I truly apologize for getting you involved in this today."His sincerity in those words stood in stark contrast to the cynicism he had displayed earlier when the man in the suit was present.Rowan found herself puzzled, unsure which version of the man was the real one."You..." Originally, Rowan had intended to question him about why he had attempted to steal the necklace. However, she changed her inquiry on the spot, saying, "How did you manage to take it? Such a valuable item wouldn't be left casually out in the open for anyone to touch."The young man lowered his gaze, and his tone grew more solemn. "It's nothing extraordinary. I didn't even succeed in getting away with it, so it can't b
Miss Kate, who appeared to be around thirty years old, was impeccably dressed in a well-tailored light blue suit. Her delicate light makeup accentuated her features, and her long black hair cascaded casually over her shoulders. She exuded an air of intellectual beauty that was hard to ignore.However, despite her outward appearance, the conversation she was currently engaged in with the young man lacked any trace of intelligence. Instead, it was rife with ridicule and eccentricity, casting a peculiar light on her character.The sarcastic remarks made by the young man had seemingly struck a nerve with Miss Kate. Her smile waned slightly, and her eyes betrayed a hint of displeasure."Victor, don't push it too far! If you continue to disrespect me in this manner, I won't hesitate to report your words to your father. Let's see if he scolds you again," she warned sternly.The young man, now identified as Victor, appeared entirely unconcerned by her threat. He let out two insincere laughs t
Rowan had never been to a police station in her life. Unexpectedly, today because of an unintentional act of a 17-year-old boy, he was forced to follow him to the police station for tea.Although facing the two suspects, the policemen in blue uniforms actually had a good attitude and were not as arrogant as often reported in the news on the Internet.After arranging for Rowan and Kate to record confessions respectively, he took them to the police office and talked to them about the current situation."The witnesses and physical evidence are relatively complete, and you have admitted the theft. The owner now wants to deal with it strictly. If this is the case, we can only detain you first. Later, we will arrange for an appraisal center to conduct a price appraisal on the necklace. If the amount is huge, you may also be sued.”The policeman explained in a business-like tone. Hearing this, Kate was not surprised.Pointing at Rowan, Victor asked, "What about her? Can you let her go firs