What?Wendy gasped, her eyes widening. "You did it? What did you do?"Halsey held up two fingers, lightly tapping them together. "We kissed."Wendy sighed in relief—she thought Halsey and Dwight might have already taken things further.She gave Halsey a curious look. "Do you really have feelings for Dwight?"Halsey's mind flashed with an image of Dwight's cold, handsome face. Her heart began to race, her feelings stirring in a way she couldn't control. So, this was what falling in love felt like.She shyly nodded. "Yes."Wendy looked like she wanted to say something, but in the end, she kept quiet. Love was between two people, and everyone else was just a third party.Half an hour later, they arrived at the Lincoln family's house. Wendy and Halsey walked inside.Wendy still didn't know Halsey's true identity, and Halsey had planned to find a moment to explain things to her. She had made sure to give everyone a heads-up today—no one was allowed to reveal her identity."Ms…. Ms
Before he could finish speaking, Cyril's legs buckled again, and he began to slide toward the floor."Mr. Lincoln!" The butler quickly rushed to support Cyril.Wendy stood up and walked over to him, gently placing a hand on his arm. "Chill. No need to be so nervous."Cyril stared at Wendy in disbelief. He could hardly believe that the legendary Dr. Ceylan, known for her skills in naturopathy, was actually such a young woman—and his own niece-in-law, no less! It felt like a dream.Cyril looked at Wendy and asked again, "You're my mentor?"Wendy nodded, her expression playful. "Yes. Was I not clear? Should I have called you 'Cy' instead of 'Cyril'?"Cyril, speechless, was still processing the shock. Now he was absolutely certain—Wendy was indeed Dr. Ceylan, his mentor."D-Dr. Ceylan, I never imagined it would be you..." he stammered, feeling utterly confused about the proper way to address Wendy now.Wendy smiled softly. "There's no need to be formal. We can meet as peers in ac
Wendy and Halsey got into the car and drove off, leaving Stanley and Cyril standing outside. Stanley eyed Cyril suspiciously. "Uncle Cyril, what's going on with you?"Only when Wendy and Halsey's car had completely disappeared from sight did Cyril pull his gaze away. He looked at Stanley. "What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine. I feel great."Stanley raised an eyebrow. "You might want to take a look at the way you were bowing and scraping to Wendy just now."Stanley had never seen Cyril act like this before.Cyril bristled. "Bow and scrape? I was just showing respect. You wouldn't understand."Showing respect? Stanley was confused. Why would he show respect to Wendy?He felt like Cyril must've been confused."I wanted to talk to Wendy, and you interrupted me. I wanted to ask her if she's been seeing Samuel."At the mention of Samuel, Cyril nodded. "I think she is."Stanley was curious. "Why do you think so?"Cyril gave Stanley a look from head to toe before replying with a s
Harry was frantic. "Trish, you need to come up with something fast!"Archer and Natalie were on the verge of tears. "Our money was taken too! Do you think we're not freaking out? We've all been scammed!"Edith was beside herself with panic, slapping her thighs over and over. "It's over! This is it! What are we going to do now?"The court officials spoke up, trying to maintain order. "Please leave immediately and stop disturbing our work."Edith tried to resist, her voice rising in defiance. "I'm not going anywhere! This is my house! I've lived here for decades! This is the Crone family's estate, and I dare anyone to lay a hand on it!"A minute later, Edith was forcibly escorted out by two court workers, along with the second and third branches of the family.Jessica, furious, shouted, "Don't touch me! I'll leave on my own. Let go!"She yanked herself free from the workers, but as they loosened their grip, she lost her balance and crashed to the floor, landing hard on her backsid
Stanley's voice was calm but firm. "Of course, you need to find someone who knows Dr. Ceylan. Isn't Professor Lincoln Trish's mentor? You could ask her to reach out to him, or—"Jessica interrupted, her voice trembling with urgency. "Or who?""Samuel mentioned he was familiar with Dr. Ceylan. He even said she was a woman. You could ask him to help you get to the bottom of this," Stanley replied, before hanging up.Trish, now with a clearer direction, spoke up. "Let's go find Professor Lincoln," she said immediately.Earlier, they had been completely disoriented, unable to think straight. Now that Stanley had pointed them in the right direction, they could either go to Cyril or Samuel for help."Alright." Jessica agreed, nodding.-The Crone family arrived at the Lincoln family's residence. Isabel, who knew Jessica, wasn't exactly welcoming."Sorry, Mr. Lincoln's not home, so I can't let you in," she said firmly.Jessica's face turned pale. Normally, she would have just wal
Trish pleaded, her voice desperate. "Professor Lincoln, please, help us think of something! We're out of options."Cyril shook his head. "Well, you've come to the wrong person. It's someone else you have to ask for help.""Who?" Trish asked, her tone filled with anticipation.Cyril simply answered, "Wendy.""What?" The Crone family members were stunned. "Why Wendy? What can she possibly do to help us?""Is she going to help us catch that fake Dr. Ceylan? Is she going to save the Crone family, bring us back from the brink?"Jessica and Trish's faces were filled with disdain. They couldn't believe that Wendy would have the ability to solve their problem."She can," Cyril replied."What?!" The Crone family was in disbelief.Cyril gave them a cryptic look. "I've pointed you in the right direction. What you do with it is up to you."With that, Cyril turned and walked inside.Edith, still in shock, asked, "Why would Professor Lincoln tell us to go to Wendy?"Lilian shook her head
The two "golden girls", Jessica and Trish, were left speechless.They didn't dare to say a word in response.At that moment, the villa's door creaked open. Samuel's handsome, refined figure appeared in the doorway.Edith's face lit up with relief. "Mr. Samuel, hello! We're so glad to finally see you."Samuel stood at the door, looking at them with a slight frown. "Mrs. Edith, what's going on here?"Jessica noticed that Samuel seemed to be in a good mood, and she couldn't help but suspect that he had deliberately made them wait out in the cold drizzle for almost half an hour. She had a strong feeling that he had been inside, probably watching them struggle from the window, maybe even enjoying their discomfort.Edith quickly explained, "Mr. Samuel, we've been swindled by that fake Dr. Ceylan. He took all our money, and now we're desperate. We have nowhere else to turn but to ask for your help.""The last time we met, you said you knew Dr. Ceylan very well. Is that true?" Trish add
Wendy had already seen the photo Samuel sent. Today seemed to be one of the lowest points for the Crone family.They had climbed their way up, stepping over Jerry's legacy with each move, only to now fall hard."I saw it," Wendy replied."I told them that only you can help them now, and that they have to come to you. Do you think they'll actually ask you for help?"Wendy curled her lips into a confident smile. "They will."She knew the Crone family too well. When faced with an opportunity to save their fortune, they would swallow their pride and come crawling to her. It would be humiliating for them, but they would do it."How are you so sure?"Wendy gently placed a red rose into the vase, her fingers brushing the petals with care. "I know them too well. They will come to beg for my help."-An hour later, the Crone family arrived at Royale Residences.Edith couldn't believe her eyes. "Is Wendy really living here now?"Jessica, Trish, and Lilian hadn't mentioned to Edith t
Stanley scanned the room. "This place must have cost quite a bit to decorate, huh?"Wendy shrugged. "So what?""Did Samuel pay for all of this?""Yeah, he paid for everything. He bought the luxury car, the mansion—everything. I just brought my stuff and moved in."Stanley pressed his lips together in thought. Then, his eyes landed on something on the coffee table."What's this?" Stanley moved toward the table.Wendy looked up, her clear eyes suddenly narrowing in shock. On the coffee table was a pregnancy test.Wendy reached out to grab it, but Stanley was faster. He snatched up the test before she could.He glanced at the test, then at her. "Why did you buy a pregnancy test?"Wendy quickly scanned it. Thankfully, it was a new one, and there were no two red lines—thankfully, it didn't reveal that she was pregnant.Since Stanley didn't want kids and had no plans of being a father, she hadn't planned on telling him.Wendy wasn't sure what his reaction would be. If he knew she w
On the other side, Stanley pulled Wendy out of the bar, his long strides quick and confident. Wendy could barely keep up, stumbling behind him.Wendy frowned. "Stanley, let go of me!"Stanley opened the door of his luxury car and shoved her into the passenger seat before he slid into the driver's seat.The Rolls-Royce Phantom sped down the road, the city's neon lights casting a glow on the sleek car. Wendy raised an eyebrow. "Did you finish dinner already? Was the lady's dance not enough to keep you around?"Stanley's sudden appearance at the bar had caught Wendy off guard, especially since she had just seen him watching a group of beautiful dancers moments ago.His hand, adorned with an expensive watch, rested on the steering wheel. The city's lights reflected off his sharp, handsome face, making him look both refined and striking. "You saw me?" he asked, his voice smooth.Wendy nodded. "Yeah. Your charm seems endless. Everywhere, there's someone falling for you."Stanley's
Dwight grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his handsome face, not saying a word. He wasn't in the mood to talk.The first time he did something bad, and she caught him. His luck was unbelievable.Halsey reached out and pulled the blanket off his face. "Dwight, talk to me. Why are you watching this?"Now, Dwight lay flat on the bed, one long leg hanging off the edge. His posture was relaxed, but there was an untamed, wild energy about him—reckless, carefree.Halsey snatched the blanket off his face, her soft body pressing into him, her weight on top of him.Dwight, feeling resigned, let go of any pretense. "So what if I watched it?""You…" Halsey was left speechless by his shamelessness.Dwight looked at her small, oval face. "You can leave now.""I'm not leaving.""Then what do you want?""I want to watch too!"Dwight narrowed his eyes and reached for the phone, trying to stop her from seeing it.But Halsey had already clicked on the video. She was curious, after all—she
It was porn.The moment the audio filled the room, Dwight immediately realized what was going on and quickly shut it off.He sent two words to Warren. [Wanna die?]Warren laughed. [You have a girlfriend now. You should start learning. It's time to widen your horizons.]Dwight quickly replied, [Shut up!]Warren didn't dare to send another message.Dwight returned to studying Phantom's files. Before he knew it, half an hour had passed. He was lying on the bed, his arm resting behind his head. His mind was in a chaotic swirl, and it was unclear what he was thinking about.His mind had always been calm before.But after meeting Halsey, things started to feel a little off.Somehow, Dwight found himself reaching for his phone again and clicking on the video.In the room next door, Halsey and Madeline had already settled into bed, chatting.Halsey asked, "How's your mom's health been lately?"Madeline nodded. "She's much better. After the last time she went to the hospital and got
And on top of that, Halsey had taken off her outer clothes.Halsey let out a soft gasp. "Ah—mmm!"She was about to cry out again, but Dwight quickly covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her."Don't make a sound," he whispered urgently. "My mom and my sister are in the house. Do you want them to see us like this?"Halsey blinked, her wide eyes filled with surprise as she looked at him. She pulled his hand away. "I won't make a sound. Just put me down."Dwight released his hold, and Halsey carefully climbed off him.However, as she moved, her hand brushed against something. It wasn't the first time she had touched it, but this time, curiosity got the better of her, and she reached out. "What's this?""Halsey, don't touch that!" Dwight tried to stop her hand from reaching any further.Yet, Halsey was too quick. He couldn't stop her in time.Dwight's body stiffened. A flush of desire spread across his face, creeping up from the corners of his eyes.Halsey quickly realized wh
Halsey stared out the window at the pouring rain. How was she supposed to get back to school in this weather?Madeline spoke up. "Halsey, it's too dangerous to go back in this rain. Why don't you stay here tonight?"Tina nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Halsey, stay here. You can sleep in Maddy's room."Tina liked Halsey a lot, but she was also very clear about boundaries. She wouldn't allow Halsey to sleep in the same room as Dwight.Halsey smiled and nodded. "Alright. Looks like I'm staying with you tonight, Maddy."Madeline happily linked arms with Halsey. "Come on! I'll show you to my room."Once inside Madeline's room, Madeline pulled out a new nightgown. "This is new. You can wear it."Halsey took it in her hands. "Thanks.""Go take a shower first," Madeline suggested.There were three rooms in the house, none of them very big—Tina had one, Dwight had one, and Madeline had the other. The bathroom was shared.Halsey held the nightgown in front of her as she headed toward the d
Warren had come looking for Dwight, but he wasn't expecting to find him with Halsey. When he saw her, his eyes went wide in surprise.Halsey quickly pulled away from Dwight, feeling a bit embarrassed. She smiled at Warren and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Halsey."Warren grinned. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Warren. Dwight, you got a girlfriend?"Dwight shook his head. "She's not my girlfriend.""I am!" Halsey said, smiling brightly.Dwight gave her a look of disbelief. Warren laughed. "Dwight, I thought you were going to die a lonely man. You never showed any interest in girls before, but now I get it. It's not that you weren't interested, just that you had high standards and hadn't found someone you liked. Halsey here—she's way out of the league of the girls who used to chase you around!"Dwight set the spatula down and looked at Warren. "Let's talk outside."They stepped out into the yard, and Dwight said, "Alright, enough with the small talk. What did you come here for?"Warr
Dwight didn't respond. Halsey watched him, noticing how his freshly washed, short hair was still damp, his black T-shirt and pants giving him a more youthful, handsome vibe.He was an excellent cook, his skills honed from a young age. A man who could cook was undeniably more attractive.The more Halsey looked at him, the more she found herself drawn to him. "Dwight, why aren't you talking to me? If you keep ignoring me, I might just have to tickle you."Without warning, she reached out and tickled him.Her soft little hands landed on his toned waist, sending a tingly sensation through him. Dwight quickly caught both of her flailing wrists with one hand and pushed her firmly against the wall. "What are you doing? Stop it."Halsey struggled, trying to pull her hands free. "Why are you being so mean?"Dwight didn't let go.Halsey stood on her tiptoes and quickly kissed him on the lips.Dwight froze for a moment.Seeing that he didn't resist, Halsey grew bolder and leaned in ag
Halsey greeted them, "Mrs. Garner, Maddy, hello."Tina was visibly happy. "Dwight, you should have told us Halsey was coming. We could have prepared a few more dishes."Dwight was about to say that Halsey wasn't eating here, but she cut in before he could. "Mrs. Garner, I'm not picky. As long as there's enough food, I'm fine."Tina smiled, "Well, we definitely have plenty."Everyone laughed, their mood light and cheerful.Dwight stated, "I'm going to take a shower."He went back to his room, turning on the shower and letting the cold water pour over him. The aphrodisiac Penny had prepared for him was potent. Dwight had been around long enough to recognize these kinds of tricks, but still, as a man, the effect of the drug was something he couldn't easily shake off. The cold water hit his solid muscles, splashing off him. He closed his eyes, trying to focus.Suddenly, the door opened, and Halsey's soft voice rang out. "Dwight."He didn't look up. "Yeah?""Mrs. Garner asked me