Some people said that Quincey was being ridiculously overconfident. After all, Eliot's wife was present.Others claimed that Quincey's reputation was already ruined. Not just Eliot, but anyone with any status would never pay her any attention again.Quincey simply lay on the ground, laughing loudly.But after a moment, her laughter turned into sobs. Her tears mixed with her eyeliner, leaving black streaks down her face.No one came to help her, nor did anyone offer her comfort.After crying for a while, Quincey suddenly jumped up, unlocked her phone, and played a recording.It was the recording from that day in the private room—Eliot's foul language, the sounds of whips and insults, mixed with Quincey's cries and pleas.Then, unexpectedly, Pierce's voice cut through. He asked Eliot if he was done and ordered someone to carry the unconscious Quincey out.This caused a huge uproar. No matter how hard the Holden and Lyon families tried to cover it up, it was of no use.The police
With a violent crash, the sports car skidded forward for a moment before coming to a halt. The loud noise caught the attention of several passersby, who stopped to watch.The car was severely damaged. The rear wing fell off with a loud clang, and the body was deeply dented.But my sister, Quincey Scott, didn't seem to care.She quickly recovered from the shock and touched up her makeup as she gazed into the rearview mirror. She intentionally messed up her bangs, rubbed her eyes to bring up tears, and touched up her lipstick just enough to make it look natural.If I hadn't seen everything firsthand, I would've thought she was just a frightened little bunny.After pulling her gaze away from the mirror, Quincey glanced at me. When she saw me sitting still, unfazed, she seemed surprised.Just a moment ago, she had placed two thick cushions in front of herself as a buffer and then deliberately sped up when I wasn't paying attention.If I hadn't been prepared and gripped the armrest t
Pierce left in the Maybach that had come to pick him up, while the tow truck took away the damaged sports car.The hood of my car was bent, and one of the headlights was shattered."I just got this car yesterday, and you've pretty much ruined it. What are you going to do about that?" I asked.Quincey didn't even acknowledge me. The moment we arrived home, she immediately latched onto Joshua's arm, claiming I was making things hard for her.Joshua Scott was my father. He patted Quincey affectionately and asked me to handle it myself. "You're really arguing with Quincey over something this trivial? You're her sister."Quincey insisted on driving that morning, even though she didn't have a license. She had failed the driving test five times.Joshua, worried about her safety, insisted I go with her.At this moment, my stepmother, Selene Westbrook, came out of the kitchen holding a fruit platter, but there were only three forks on it.They all happily ate the fruits, acting like I w
The sudden company meeting was about the Porthcawl Town project in collaboration with Holden Group.Holden Group was in charge of development, while Zenith Media would handle marketing and publicity.I joined Zenith Media five years ago through a campus recruitment. As a top-tier media and advertising company, Zenith Media's work was demanding, but the pay was excellent.However, I told the Scotts that I worked at Zenith Media in a low-level position, earning a mere three thousand dollars a month.Since Selene and Quincey already looked down on me, they firmly believed my words.After the director, Trevor Hancock, presented the progress, he added seriously, "Pierce will be the person in charge of this project now. This is the first project he's handling as the successor of Holden Group."Trevor then mentioned that Pierce was dissatisfied with the current proposal, and we needed to come up with two backup proposals. In two weeks, we would meet with Pierce for a review."Pierce is
"How is this possible? How can it cost so much to repair a car?" Quincey zoomed in on the repair bill, carefully counting the zeros after the numbers.Selene couldn't believe it, either. She even suspected that the message wasn't from Pierce but from a scammer.Pierce's car was a Sweloria brand named Kronensieg. It was a bespoke sports car with only one in existence in the whole country. Most people wouldn't recognize it because it was so rare.Zenith Media had worked with Kronensieg before, so I knew the selling price very well. It was 50 million dollars.For such a top-tier sports car, a repair fee of eight million dollars wasn't surprising, especially with the added shipping cost to Sweloria for repairs.While they were still debating the authenticity of the cost, Pierce sent another message. "Pay as soon as possible."Now, there was no room for negotiation.Quincey panicked immediately. Her face turned pale."He was supposed to ask me out to dinner. Why is he talking about
When Quincey saw me, she was momentarily caught off guard. But seconds later, she leaned into Pierce's ear and whispered something before arrogantly extending her hand toward me."Nice to meet you. I'm Mr. Holden's secretary. Please contact me if you have any concerns in the future."Pierce had finalized the proposal, and it just so happened to be the one I had written.After the meeting, he asked me to stay behind. He silently studied me from across the table. "You didn't go to the hospital that day?"It seemed like Pierce had thoroughly investigated Quincey.Quincey suddenly clenched her hand. She bit her lip before speaking up, "Mr. Holden, you really bring good luck. After seeing you that day, my sister's stomach pain just vanished. She was busy with work. So, she didn't go to the hospital."Pierce lifted his gaze and gave Quincey a sidelong look. His fingers lightly tapped the table.He grabbed the meeting minutes from Quincey's hands and casually flipped through a few page
I had attended my fair share of business events, so the glitz and glamour weren't unfamiliar to me. However, this kind of setup was something new.Pierce had chosen a private room that spanned over 860 square feet. Around ten portly company owners sat on separate couches, with small tables in front of them filled with fine wines and imported delicacies.In the center of the room was a full-length mirrored stage, where a well-known singer performed with a mic. A line of stunning young women entered, each approaching the men on the couches.Quincey sat next to Pierce and constantly rolled her eyes at the ladies who tried to get close to him. Luckily, Pierce didn't seem interested in them.I sat in a corner, silently observing everything.The men were focused on drinking and enjoying themselves, avoiding any real discussion about the business at hand.If no businesses moved into Porthcawl Town once it was built, the services would undoubtedly suffer.Moreover, the location of Porth
I had no idea what Pierce said to Quincey after he took her out of the room. When she returned, her shoulders were hunched, and her face was filled with fear and despair.Eliot had undone the buttons of his shirt and was half-reclining on the couch.As soon as Quincey saw him, her body stiffened. Her once-glowing face became stricken with terror. She turned her head, as if she could escape the situation by doing so.Then, suddenly, her gaze landed on me.She rushed over and grabbed my hand. "Yasmine, help me. I don't want to stay here with that pig. Help me pay back Mr. Holden. You have money, don't you?"Quincey's grip was tight. Her hands were as cold as someone near death.She naively thought it was just about money.For Pierce, money was the least of his concerns. As long as he could strike a deal with Eliot, Franco, and the other company owners, even if Quincey didn't owe him any money, he would find other ways to make her comply.I looked at her pale, delicate face and sa
Some people said that Quincey was being ridiculously overconfident. After all, Eliot's wife was present.Others claimed that Quincey's reputation was already ruined. Not just Eliot, but anyone with any status would never pay her any attention again.Quincey simply lay on the ground, laughing loudly.But after a moment, her laughter turned into sobs. Her tears mixed with her eyeliner, leaving black streaks down her face.No one came to help her, nor did anyone offer her comfort.After crying for a while, Quincey suddenly jumped up, unlocked her phone, and played a recording.It was the recording from that day in the private room—Eliot's foul language, the sounds of whips and insults, mixed with Quincey's cries and pleas.Then, unexpectedly, Pierce's voice cut through. He asked Eliot if he was done and ordered someone to carry the unconscious Quincey out.This caused a huge uproar. No matter how hard the Holden and Lyon families tried to cover it up, it was of no use.The police
I subtly took two steps back to maintain a polite social distance from him. "Mr. Holden, I have my own life plan. Being a mistress is not something I want."Pierce thought I was not truly determined and continued offering me more benefits.I interrupted him, saying, "Imagine if I were your sister, Mr. Holden. Would you want her to live such a life?"Pierce froze in place as he gently brushed his left cheek with his hand.…On the way home, I happened to pass by the hospital. Quincey had sent me a message asking me to visit her, claiming she had something important to say.I ran into a nurse coming out of the ward.She and her colleague were gossiping about the patient in Bed 24, who was living large but couldn't even afford the medical bills.I bypassed them and stood in front of Bed 24.Quincey was watching the news while twirling a strand of hair in her fingers. When she saw me, she smirked mischievously. "Pierce is with Scarlett now. How do you feel about that? You always
The car behind us honked cautiously as the green light turned on.Pierce placed both hands on the steering wheel and pressed the accelerator, continuing forward. "My three brothers are always watching me. I have to make the Porthcawl Town project a success."I could hear the ruthless determination in his tone.When we reached my place, Pierce leaned out the window to glance at the name of the neighborhood.As I was about to leave, I could sense a hint of something ambiguous in his gaze. I knew he wanted to say something more, but I just gave him a polite smile and left.…That evening, Joshua urgently asked me to transfer money, claiming that Quincey was in a coma at the hospital and needed a large sum for treatment.I blocked him.The next morning, I spotted him and Selene from a distance, anxiously scanning for me outside my office building.It was the morning rush hour, and people were bustling in and out.I called Trevor and told him I wouldn't be coming to the office tod
I had no idea what Pierce said to Quincey after he took her out of the room. When she returned, her shoulders were hunched, and her face was filled with fear and despair.Eliot had undone the buttons of his shirt and was half-reclining on the couch.As soon as Quincey saw him, her body stiffened. Her once-glowing face became stricken with terror. She turned her head, as if she could escape the situation by doing so.Then, suddenly, her gaze landed on me.She rushed over and grabbed my hand. "Yasmine, help me. I don't want to stay here with that pig. Help me pay back Mr. Holden. You have money, don't you?"Quincey's grip was tight. Her hands were as cold as someone near death.She naively thought it was just about money.For Pierce, money was the least of his concerns. As long as he could strike a deal with Eliot, Franco, and the other company owners, even if Quincey didn't owe him any money, he would find other ways to make her comply.I looked at her pale, delicate face and sa
I had attended my fair share of business events, so the glitz and glamour weren't unfamiliar to me. However, this kind of setup was something new.Pierce had chosen a private room that spanned over 860 square feet. Around ten portly company owners sat on separate couches, with small tables in front of them filled with fine wines and imported delicacies.In the center of the room was a full-length mirrored stage, where a well-known singer performed with a mic. A line of stunning young women entered, each approaching the men on the couches.Quincey sat next to Pierce and constantly rolled her eyes at the ladies who tried to get close to him. Luckily, Pierce didn't seem interested in them.I sat in a corner, silently observing everything.The men were focused on drinking and enjoying themselves, avoiding any real discussion about the business at hand.If no businesses moved into Porthcawl Town once it was built, the services would undoubtedly suffer.Moreover, the location of Porth
When Quincey saw me, she was momentarily caught off guard. But seconds later, she leaned into Pierce's ear and whispered something before arrogantly extending her hand toward me."Nice to meet you. I'm Mr. Holden's secretary. Please contact me if you have any concerns in the future."Pierce had finalized the proposal, and it just so happened to be the one I had written.After the meeting, he asked me to stay behind. He silently studied me from across the table. "You didn't go to the hospital that day?"It seemed like Pierce had thoroughly investigated Quincey.Quincey suddenly clenched her hand. She bit her lip before speaking up, "Mr. Holden, you really bring good luck. After seeing you that day, my sister's stomach pain just vanished. She was busy with work. So, she didn't go to the hospital."Pierce lifted his gaze and gave Quincey a sidelong look. His fingers lightly tapped the table.He grabbed the meeting minutes from Quincey's hands and casually flipped through a few page
"How is this possible? How can it cost so much to repair a car?" Quincey zoomed in on the repair bill, carefully counting the zeros after the numbers.Selene couldn't believe it, either. She even suspected that the message wasn't from Pierce but from a scammer.Pierce's car was a Sweloria brand named Kronensieg. It was a bespoke sports car with only one in existence in the whole country. Most people wouldn't recognize it because it was so rare.Zenith Media had worked with Kronensieg before, so I knew the selling price very well. It was 50 million dollars.For such a top-tier sports car, a repair fee of eight million dollars wasn't surprising, especially with the added shipping cost to Sweloria for repairs.While they were still debating the authenticity of the cost, Pierce sent another message. "Pay as soon as possible."Now, there was no room for negotiation.Quincey panicked immediately. Her face turned pale."He was supposed to ask me out to dinner. Why is he talking about
The sudden company meeting was about the Porthcawl Town project in collaboration with Holden Group.Holden Group was in charge of development, while Zenith Media would handle marketing and publicity.I joined Zenith Media five years ago through a campus recruitment. As a top-tier media and advertising company, Zenith Media's work was demanding, but the pay was excellent.However, I told the Scotts that I worked at Zenith Media in a low-level position, earning a mere three thousand dollars a month.Since Selene and Quincey already looked down on me, they firmly believed my words.After the director, Trevor Hancock, presented the progress, he added seriously, "Pierce will be the person in charge of this project now. This is the first project he's handling as the successor of Holden Group."Trevor then mentioned that Pierce was dissatisfied with the current proposal, and we needed to come up with two backup proposals. In two weeks, we would meet with Pierce for a review."Pierce is
Pierce left in the Maybach that had come to pick him up, while the tow truck took away the damaged sports car.The hood of my car was bent, and one of the headlights was shattered."I just got this car yesterday, and you've pretty much ruined it. What are you going to do about that?" I asked.Quincey didn't even acknowledge me. The moment we arrived home, she immediately latched onto Joshua's arm, claiming I was making things hard for her.Joshua Scott was my father. He patted Quincey affectionately and asked me to handle it myself. "You're really arguing with Quincey over something this trivial? You're her sister."Quincey insisted on driving that morning, even though she didn't have a license. She had failed the driving test five times.Joshua, worried about her safety, insisted I go with her.At this moment, my stepmother, Selene Westbrook, came out of the kitchen holding a fruit platter, but there were only three forks on it.They all happily ate the fruits, acting like I w