Charles paused for a beat. "Both you and Peter need to stay sharp.""Oh, I got the scoop from my bro. He said you're eyeing that prime real estate in West City, right? Looks like Frotconn wants in on the action too. Word on the street is it's escalated all the way up to Maxwell. That's pretty crazy!"Charles's gaze sharpened, his eyes slicing through Sean. "You're really on top of things, aren't you?" He had only just caught wind of it himself, yet here was Joseph, brazen enough to go knocking on Maxwell's door.Charles might be running the Hoffman family now, but Maxwell was still clutching onto his shares in Collosus Group, holding enough clout to sway decisions. Joseph had once saved Charles's cousin Layla Hoffman's life, and that had put the Hoffman family in his debt. Years had passed with the family propping him up, yet Joseph still had the gall to ask Maxwell for a favor."So, what's your game plan?" Sean asked. Business was not usually his thing, but this was family, and
Noelle could not help but giggle, finding it almost impossible to picture Charles doing something like this.Charles gave her a sidelong glance, his large hand cradling her slender ankle. At that look, Noelle's cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she kept her foot still.Charles was focused, examining the nail polish bottle like it was the most important thing in the world. He gave it a careful tap, then lifted Noelle's foot again, gently squeezing her toenail. "Do I paint it like this?"Looking up, Charles caught Noelle's gaze—she was sitting there quietly, but her eyes were intently on him. He quirked an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Hmm?"Embarrassed, Noelle came back to her senses and pointed to a toenail. "Maybe you can start with this one. Try not to go over the edges!" She eyed Charles. "You're really going to do this, huh?""I'm a man of my word." Charles settled onto the couch, resting Noelle's foot on his lap and holding her toes with great care. He was su
In a flash, Arnold was smugly wagging his tail at Charles, totally oblivious to the fact that Charles was the one in charge.Noelle gave Arnold a pat on the back, keeping him close, and then grabbed a toy to play with him.Charles could not help but chuckle, though he still shot Arnold a cautionary glance, reminding the big pooch to be gentle with Noelle."Charles, do you worry about what people might think if they knew you were at home painting my toenails?" Noelle mused over the thought, finding the image both absurd and amusing.The head of Collosus Group fussing over painting a lady's toenails! It would be quite the story to tell.Charles hesitated for just a second before looking up at Noelle with a raised eyebrow. "Is it really that weird for me to be doing your toenails?" He did not see the big deal and went back to focusing on the task at hand. "I know everyone wants to look good, but you know this stuff isn't great for you. Try not to use it too much, okay?""I know, I k
Charles was her pillow, and she was nestled securely in his arms. Noelle's arms were wrapped around Charles's waist, and when she woke up and looked up, she was greeted by the sight of his face. He looked even more radiant in the morning light than he did at night.Noelle nibbled on her lip, a twinge of jealousy sparking as she playfully poked Charles's face. Not quite content, she gave his cheek a gentle pinch for good measure.However, Charles had been awake since the first flutter of Noelle's eyelids. His sleep was always feather-light, and the faintest sound was enough to rouse him. Today, he had decided to forgo tradition and sleep in a bit longer. He never anticipated his usually calm companion would turn into such a fidget, first prodding and now pinching his face.In the midst of her mischief, Charles's eyes snapped open and his hand caught Noelle's mid-poke. He quirked an eyebrow. "What's up, my lady?"Caught red-handed, Noelle's cheeks blazed with color. With her wrist in
An hour passed before Noelle could peel herself off the bed. With a hand on her aching back and her legs shaking like jelly, she shot a glare at Charles, who was strolling out of the bathroom and looking way too pleased with himself. "Back off!" she snapped, her voice laced with annoyance. "Who does that first thing in the morning?"Her cheeks turned a shade redder as she bit her lip. "This is all your fault!"Charles, still riding high, softly touched her cheek. "Come on, get ready. We're short on time!"“If not for what you did, we would've had plenty of time!" Noelle retorted, but she dashed into the bathroom anyway. Charles watched her go, a sly grin creeping across his face.He quickly changed and dialed Ronald. "Cook breakfast for the missus!" He barely hung up when Noelle burst back out of the bathroom, frantically getting dressed and mumbling to herself, "Just great! I’ll be late for my first day!”Noelle zoomed into the closet to change and emerged in a ponytail, still hu
Ronald sighed internally.Noelle made it to Collosus Group in the nick of time. She had barely taken her seat when Brian emerged from his office. Noelle shot up. "Mr. Parker!"Brian nodded, giving Noelle a quick once-over. "You're late."Noelle blinked in surprise. "I'm not late, Mr. Parker!" She rushed to explain, but Brian cut her off with a dismissive wave. "The project team should be here ten minutes early. You're new, so you didn't know, but don't let it happen again.""Understood, Mr. Parker!" Noelle nodded, making a mental note."Look, it doesn't matter who you are or what you've been through today. The company's rules are set in stone, and there are no excuses. Got it?""Got it." Noelle promised she would be on time from now on, which seemed to satisfy Brian. "Alright. Come with me to my office."Noelle straightened her clothes and followed Brian.Once they were in the office, Brian motioned for her to take a seat. "Yesterday, I showed you around West City, so you've go
Noelle glanced up, a bit taken aback. "Sure. Just a minute!"She hung up and stepped outside, spotting Ronald with a breakfast bag in hand. She raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Wells, did you need something?""Madam, this is the breakfast Mr. Hoffman sent me to deliver to you!" Ronald tried to hand it over, but Noelle did not take it. "Mr. Wells, you've been told to call me Noelle at work. And don’t you know most places have a policy that you can’t eat during work hours? Please take it back. I'm not interested.""Madam—sorry, Ms. Shaw!—you're putting me in a tough spot here!" Ronald's face was the picture of despair. "Mr. Hoffman made it crystal clear this morning that I had to get you breakfast. But when I got here, I found him pacing the sidewalk, and you were nowhere. He was livid and threatened to cut my bonus. If I don't make sure you get this breakfast, he's going to slash my year-end bonus too. Ms. Shaw, I'm begging you! Have a heart. I've got my folks and kids counting on me..."Noe
The day flew by in a blur of busyness and satisfaction. Noelle liked the atmosphere at Collosus Group. It was no wonder they were a top dog in Brookville. Frotconn could not hold a candle to them.After tidying up the paperwork Brian had handed off, Noelle was ready to head home when her phone buzzed. It was Charles. "Done for the day?"She was just slipping her stuff into her bag and nodded at the phone. "Yep.""Meet you in the parking lot!" Charles sounded like he was also wrapping up. "How about dinner out and maybe a movie?""Sure thing!" Noelle grinned. "I'll head down and wait for you!" She ended the call just as Arya strolled by, catching the tail end of Noelle's cheerful chat. Curiosity piqued, Arya sidled up. "Was that your boyfriend?"The smile slipped from Noelle's face as she squinted slightly. "Just a friend."Arya's lips quirked in a half-smile. "You're no fun, Noelle. We're all on the same team here. It’s just a little friendly curiosity. No need to be so secretive
Sean had never hit a woman before, but at this moment, as he looked at McKenzie, he did not mind making an exception.McKenzie was already shocked that Sean was actually taking action for Liliana, an illegitimate daughter. "Sean, just because your family is rich, you think you can do whatever you want—"Sean let out a chuckle, his tone laced with amusement. "That's exactly what I think. What? You don't like it?"McKenzie was momentarily stunned."It's the survival of the fittest," Sean continued nonchalantly. "If you think it's fine to bully someone weaker like Liliana, then why shouldn't I do the same to you?"His words were so brazen, so outright arrogant, making it crystal clear that he was here to seek justice for Liliana.His overbearing attitude was enough to make people dislike him, but so what?Sean had a point. This world operated on the law of the jungle.Everyone bullied Liliana simply because she was an illegitimate daughter. Even though she carried the Hoffman name
The crowd stiffened, completely unprepared for Sean to actually stand up for the so-called illegitimate daughter."Mr. Smith, that girl is a vixen. She—""Oh? A vixen?" Sean's narrow eyes held a faint smile. "And how exactly do you know that?""I... I...""Did she seduce you? Hmm?" Sean's gaze darkened.There was utter silence."So, it seems like while I wasn't at school, you all just assumed I was dead, huh?" Sean's voice carried a lazy drawl, yet there was an unmistakable sharpness to it. "I hear the school has a new leader?""No, no! That's not true! You're still the boss. You'll always be the boss!"Sean let out a low chuckle and turned to Liliana. "See that? These are the same people who bullied you so fearlessly. It turns out they can be put in their place too. Understand?"Liliana did not fully grasp why Sean was doing this, but she knew that after today, these people would hesitate before hurting her again.Her feelings were complicated. She knew she should be gratefu
Sean twitched the corner of his mouth. "Do I not have a name?"Liliana hesitated, her lips trembling slightly. "M-Mr. Smith."Sean frowned.Liliana immediately sensed his displeasure but had no idea why he was upset, so she dared not speak.Seeing her looking like a frightened little wife as if he had bullied her, Sean sighed impatiently. "What's with all this 'Mr. Smith' nonsense? You're not my staff.""Then...""Just call me by my name. It doesn't matter even if I'm older than you. Think of me as an older brother." Sean did not seem to care much, but his words stirred something deep inside Liliana."I..."Did she say to think of him like an older brother?She did have an older brother—Charles. He was the golden child of the Hoffman family and the future master of the household. He was raised to be exceptional in every way.Even so, she had never dared to look him in the eye, let alone address him as her brother.In her memory, Charles was a cold and distant figure, unappro
The doctor gave Sean a surprised glance, taken aback that the boy could actually read his handwriting and even recognize the names of the medications.However, he quickly changed the prescription.Hearing this, Liliana panicked. "No, there's no need! Just prescribe the regular ones, the normal ones!"She did not have that much money. She had already borrowed the money for her medical expenses from Sean, so she could not afford to let him pay for expensive medication too. "Doctor, my skin is tough. I don't need anything that pricey!"The doctor turned to Sean, who pressed his lips together impatiently."Sit down." His tone carried unmistakable irritation. "Do you even care about your face?""But..." Liliana fidgeted anxiously. "I... don't have that much money.""Did I ask you for money?" Sean was thoroughly exasperated now and stopped looking at her altogether. "Just prescribe it. In fact, give her extra. She looks like she gets hurt often, so give her a dozen boxes while you're
Sean's voice was cold, carrying a maturity that did not match his age. However, his words made Liliana tremble slightly. She pressed her lips together and looked at him.What he said had shaken her. She had never known that she could walk among people with her head held high.Ever since she arrived in Brookville, since she became part of the Hoffmans, she had lived like an invisible person—afraid, self-conscious, and timid. She had spent every day trying to make herself as small and unnoticed as possible.Yet now, Sean was telling her she should hold her head up, that she had done nothing wrong.For as long as she could remember, everyone had pointed at her, calling her mother a homewrecker, a disgrace, a whore, a mistress. And if her mother was that kind of person, then she must be too. However, Sean… Sean had just told her to stand tall.Liliana's eyes welled up with tears.Sean frowned at her, irritated. "What are you crying for?"He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and
Sean looked at Liliana. "Before you leave, shouldn't you at least tell me your name? Otherwise, if you run off, who am I supposed to ask for my money?"Liliana clenched her fists. "I... I...""Sean Smith!""Huh?"Liliana looked up in surprise. Her swollen face made her expression even more pitiful, and the astonishment in her eyes only added to her fragile appearance.Sean's gaze deepened. "That's my name—Sean Smith."Liliana nodded. "I know."Of course, she knew.Ever since he had first saved her, she had memorized his name, his face, and everything about him.She even knew his family background, as well as his academic achievements.Sean's name was legendary at Jadebrook High School—just like her half-brother. He was an untouchable figure, almost mythical.Liliana's eyes dimmed slightly at that thought."What do you know? Now, tell me your name." Sean studied her, noticing how her mood had suddenly shifted again.Liliana hesitated before murmuring, "L-Liliana Hoffman."
Sean had originally planned to take Liliana to the school infirmary, but after seeing the severity of her injuries and considering her current state, he knew that going there would only draw unwanted attention.Instead, he called his driver to take them to the hospital, ensuring she could get a proper examination and treatment.The moment Liliana heard the word hospital, she panicked. "I'm not going!"She reached for the car door, intending to get out, but Sean grabbed her wrist. "You're not going to the hospital? Then where do you plan on going? Look at yourself—you're covered in injuries, and you still don't want to get checked out?"Sean genuinely wondered if this girl was an idiot.She had not fought back when she was being beaten, and now that she was injured, she refused medical care?Even so, Liliana could not afford to think about such things. Her circumstances did not allow her to get sick, let alone go to the hospital.During her years with the Hoffmans, the most impor
Liliana became acutely aware of her own disgrace. She hugged herself tightly, her eyes filled with wariness as she looked at the boy in front of her.Sean suddenly found the situation amusing. "Are you afraid of me?"Liliana did not respond, but the look in her eyes said it all.Raising an eyebrow, Sean noticed her tugging at the tattered remains of her clothing. Without another word, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Do you know where the infirmary is?"She remained silent, and Sean's patience wore thin. "I just saved you. Are you mute?""Thank you," Liliana murmured, then carefully removed the jacket and tried to hand it back. "It'll get dirty."Her voice was small, and her gaze was downcast.She had not forgotten what Sean had said years ago—that she was filthy.Sean's frown deepened, his brows knitting together in irritation. He snatched the jacket back and threw it over her again. "Do you have any idea how terrible you look right now?"Liliana
The girl's face was swollen and bruised, nearly unrecognizable. Her clothes were torn, hanging in tatters, leaving her looking utterly wretched.Sean barely spared her a glance before shifting his gaze away. "A whole group of you bullying a single girl?""That girl is a filthy whore, a homewrecker! We were just—""Shut up!" Jasper shot McKenzie a sharp glare. "Sean is speaking. Who the hell do you think you are to interrupt?"In Jadebrook High School, Sean was like a god.Although he had already completed both middle and high school courses, he was still technically a senior. The school had granted him special privileges due to his exceptional performance, allowing him to attend only when he pleased.He rarely showed up, yet every student feared him.Sean was not someone who sought out trouble or bullied the weak, but if he caught someone doing so, there was no escaping his wrath.Jasper's family had some wealth, but compared to the Smiths, they were nothing. Just recently, his