They were married, and it was reasonable that they gave each other their blessings, instead of having one of them make sacrifices.Irene then mischievously fiddled with his collar.Isaac was speechless for a moment before he caught her hand. "I thought you're reluctant since the sun is still up."Irene rolled her eyes. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm checking your injuries."He had such a dirty mind! However, he could not restrain himself since she took the lead and took off his shirt—he was an ordinary healthy man and certainly not impotent.…Meanwhile, Greg was boozing at an exclusive nightclub. It had been days since he saw Quincy, since she was busy with work at Light Group with their son Ian, and had no time to care about anything else.Feeling neglected, he came here to drink his sorrows away.His eyes seemed to glaze over after a few glasses of whiskey, and he smacked several hundred dollar notes on the bar before wobbling up to his feet. However, someone came r
As Kathy helped Greg out of the taxi, it was clear that the man was really drunk.Unlike before, the alcohol he had tonight seemed especially strong… even stimulating.Kathy had no money, so he had to pay for their room.Once inside, she made a show of helping him to bed, and said, "You should rest, sir—"Grey suddenly caught her wrists.Feigning surprise at first, Kathy resisted just a little before yielding to his advances, and what happened soon after was simply water under the bridge.…After the deed was done, Kathy was clutching at the sheets as she sat by the headboard, her eyes welling with miserable tears.Greg was left staring at the blood staining the sheets in silence for a long while, before breathing a lengthy sigh. "I didn't know that you were chaste… but I'll definitely take responsibility for what I did."Kathy appeared afraid, and was averting her eyes.However, the reason she bled was because Stan had her undergo a hymenorrhaphy at a hospital. He told her
The thought of Quincy left Greg grimacing. "Oh, my wife is old now. It actually irks me whenever I see her face these days."Kathy raised her brows, feeling cathartic inside just then!Even if Quincy had done her best to maintain her beauty, the way Greg called her 'old' made it clear that her place in their family was just for show."Oh, you're such a bad man, sir. How could you talk about your own wife like that?" she purred as she threw herself into his arms. "But do you think I'm prettier?""Of course," Greg answered with no hesitation. In reality, Quincy was far prettier than Kathy in her youth, but age simply had not been kind to her.If she were not that beautiful, Greg would not have been a loyal husband, let alone have zero scandalous affairs."Anyway, it's late—I should go," Greg said just then.While he was certainly reluctant to leave her, Greg nonetheless feared Quincy, and was worried that she would throw a fit if she found out. As such, he left his name card w
However, just as Quincy was about to speak, Greg snatched his phone away. "Hey, it's my phone! What do you think you're doing?"Quincy froze for seconds and narrowed her eyes.Greg was clearly feeling guilty, but he had no choice but to do it—what if it was Kathy calling? He would be exposed! "Give it to me right now." Quincy held out a hand, looking dead serious just then.When Greg refused, she demanded, "Are you cheating on me, Greg?""No way! Why would I do that? You're being paranoid—"Quincy snatched his phone out of his hands before he could finish, and answered the call. "Hello?""Oh! Hey, Quincy! Is my brother from another mother over there?"Quincy recognized the voice—it was one of Greg's close friends, and she was acquainted with the man as well.Greg was relieved since he heard the voice too. Feeling confident right then, he snorted at Quincy. "Why would you suspect me? Come on, you're embarrassing me in front of my friend here—what if he told the others you'
"That is for sure," Quincy said as she poured James a cup of tea. "I'm sure you also know Light Group's influence in the country too.""Of course," James replied. "I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting otherwise. In fact, I don't mind telling you that there's so many interested investors I couldn't afford to meet them all, so I've picked the ones I see most potential in.""Apologies if we seemed prudent too, since we're not learned in this industry," Quincy said as she scrounged through the document James brought them.The concept, development process, and other details about the mechanical component were summarized meticulously, and it appeared professionally done to Quincy and Ian even if they did not really understand it.Ian then leaned in to whisper to Quincy, "Shouldn't we get expert opinion on this, Mom? We don't know anything about this…"Quincy was hesitant too. While the project shows potential, her ignorance on the matter made her worried about messing up, since rese
James appeared solemn and respectful as he said, "Mr. Jefferson? They've signed it."A deep voice spoke from the other end, "Good. Stick to the plan and keep reaching out. Don't let them catch you before they inject their first batch of capital.""Of course," James replied before hanging up and telling the chauffeur, "Let's go."…Meanwhile, Isaac had just put away his phone and turned around when a soft body threw herself into his arms. Irene then wrapped her arms around his neck—she had tied her hair into a ponytail and was dressed formally, her bright eyes twinkling as she smiled faintly. "I'm going to the interview soon. Do you think I'll make it?"Isaac put his hands around her waist and made a pensive face, which left Irene frowning and pouting with her pink lips. "Don't you have faith in my skill?""You have skills?" Isaac asked in return.Irene was speechless for a moment, and stood on her toes to bite his lips, immediately leaving a row of bite marks.He smiled. "Att
The interviewer shot her a look. "No excuses. Now, leave." But Irene was not about to give up on such a rare opportunity!"Please give me a chance. I've prepared for this interview—""That's your business. You're late and missed your chance, so you only have yourself to blame. You won't be late if you care at all," the interviewer growled impatiently. "I would have to call security if you insist on staying."Irene stopped in his tracks then even as disappointment caught her. She sighed—she had a rare opportunity, and it went up in smoke.Stepping out of the hospital, she felt more or less dissatisfied—it would have been better if they had rejected her because she fell short of their standard, but she did not even get an interview…And how was she going to pursue her dream if she could not even get herself hired as a doctor?The thought left her despondent!As she made up her mind to leave, she heard someone speaking and turned to look.It was the old man she had just saved
Irene's response was fluent. "Cardiology. In fact, one of the cardiologists here at Melville Hospital is known to be a miracle worker, and has famously cured multiple patients with near-incurable heart conditions."The old man rested his chin on his hands and grinned. "Well, you've met the man. What do you think about him?" "I've met him?" Irene considered it for a moment, before exclaiming in disbelief, "Wait, do you mean Mr. Poker Face?!"She could not find a better description for the man—Stephen Carr was so aloof that he was basically devoid of humanity!"Yes. That was Stephen Carr, Head of Cardiology and our miracle worker."'That's my idol?' Irene thought to herself then."Anyway, which position are you applying for?" the old man asked."Cardiology. I'm willing to start as an intern," Irene said—she was not experienced enough to jump straight into residency, but she was willing to start from the bottom."Do you have prior experience?" the old man asked them. It seemed