The screen showed someone's dating app profile with a full page of text in the introduction part.Giselle gave the long text a quick once-over and managed to catch the most important part. The paragraph said that both parties were to continue keeping their finances separate and pay for everything separately even after their marriage.Was this prospect even worth considering after reading this term?Giselle asked, "Are you sure this person is trying to score a date instead of a roommate?"She was a relationship counselor. However, people usually misunderstood and thought that she was a matchmaker.At first, Giselle would explain the differences between being a relationship counselor and a professional matchmaker. However, when people started paying her to be a matchmaker, Giselle just shrugged and accepted her fate.After all, both jobs were kind of related to each other anyway. There wasn't too much of a difference.Emma clicked her tongue and said, "I can already see how stingy
Hector knew that the people from the elite social circle wouldn't dare to talk bad about Chester behind his back. However, that didn't mean they would spare Giselle from their mockery and ridicule.He knew they would think Giselle got together with Chester through questionable means. They would deem her shameless for trying to get Chester to support her. In other words, only Giselle would be on the losing end of this situation."There's no hurry," Chester said, his voice low. He then took a sip of coffee and said, "I was the one who liked her first. I won't allow anyone to hurt her with their words."Giselle only deserved nice things, after all."So you're planning to lure her into your trap very slowly? Aren't you worried that someone will get to her before you've even reached your goal?""That's impossible," Chester said with much certainty.Hector continued running his big mouth. "Why is it impossible? Giselle's taste in men is quite terrible, after all. Why else would she i
Giselle nearly thought that she'd heard Chester wrongly. She'd seen landlords raise their prices at the second inquiry—never before had she heard of one who'd insist on the same low rent.Who was the crazy one here? Herself or Chester?Chester continued, "My friend only needs 300 dollars. If he receives too much money, his numbers won't tally, and he'll need to answer to his wife."He spoke so calmly and matter-of-factly that he didn't look like he was lying. Although what he said was ridiculous, Giselle couldn't help but wonder if it could be a real offer.After all, who said that rich, wealthy people couldn't be afraid of their spouses?Giselle forced herself to believe Chester for the time being. If she were to reject him again, then she would be the one who didn't know what was good for her. After all, she didn't have plans to leave Seaworth City at the moment.Giselle signed the contract that very night. Hector was the acting landlord, and his head was still in a blur when h
The weather was close to 90 degrees Fahrenheit outside. Giselle didn't really plan on going out.Still, she decided to meet Emma for breakfast. She then brought her tablet over to the beanbag couch and sat down, facing the rippling blue sea from beyond the floor-length windows.She took a photo of the scenery outside the window and uploaded it to her social media account.The first person to like the photo was Chester. Giselle stared at his name for a long while. It wasn't until Emma suddenly messaged her with a livestream video link that she suddenly snapped back to her senses.Emma was in the livestream video, answering the audiences' questions on the screen. Giselle looked through the questions and saw that most of them were related to divorce."…Make sure to compile all evidence of our husband cheating on you. Then, get a good lawyer who will fight for all your rights. Illegitimate children have the right to inherit the family's wealth. This is protected by law."Giselle watc
After being with Jonathan Lawson for seven years, Giselle Stone asked for their engagement to be called off. She texted him about it, only receiving a reply two hours later.He wrote, "I'm okay with that, but we have to discuss this in person."Giselle sent him her location. It was chilly inside the café; the sun slowly set outside, and the sky gradually darkened.She sat there, her face pale. The moment she shut her eyes, the image of Jonathan and Charlotte Grant entangled with each other would appear in her mind. One was her fiancé, and the other was the biological daughter Giselle's adoptive parents had just found.She had been at the hospital for an IV drip because of severe menstrual cramps. Unexpectedly, she'd stumbled upon the scene of Jonathan holding Charlotte in his arms.Who was Jonathan? He was the heir of one of Seaworth City's most affluent families and the CEO of Lawson Group.With company matters awaiting his decision, every second of his day was as precious as go
Giselle's words mingled with the pattering of the rain, souring Jonathan's mood. He gnashed his teeth and sneered as he watched her leave without hesitation. "Fine, then. Don't regret this, Giselle!"She faltered before striding off, not even bothering to turn to look at him.It was raining cats and dogs outside. She kept a hand on her belly while requesting an Uber ride. Half an hour later, she was still waiting for someone to accept her request. She frowned and switched to another app, requesting a more expensive ride. Finally, a driver accepted. Linda called her five minutes later and asked, "Were you with Jonathan earlier?"Giselle looked down to conceal the mockery in her eyes. She crouched and rubbed her belly; she was still hurting from the cramps. "Is it any of your business who I'm with?"She'd moved out to live alone since Charlotte's return to the Grant family. Most of the time, the Grants would only speak to her to urge her to end things with Jonathan. She was nothing
Seaworth City's upper crust gathered for Richard's birthday celebration the following day. It would start in three hours, but many guests had already arrived.Everyone arrived in expensive cars; an Uber pulled up, standing out like a sore thumb. The guests were stunned when they saw who got out of the vehicle."What's going on? Has Giselle fallen so far that she has to take Ubers now? Didn't Jonathan arrange for a car to pick her up?""…Man, she's a mess. The Grant family kicked her out, and she's yet to marry Jonathan despite already being 25. I bet they're not going to walk down the aisle together."The guests erupted into whispers around Giselle. Their gazes were either excited or pitying. They couldn't wait to see her humiliate herself.She didn't care, though. She went straight to see Richard. When she arrived outside his door and raised a hand to knock, she heard the conversation inside."You're about to be married soon, Jonathan. You need to watch yourself and make sure yo
"Oops. Sorry for accidentally stepping on your gown." The woman sounded gleeful.The hem of Giselle's gown fell to her ankles. When tugged on, it tore at the thigh, vaguely revealing her flawless skin.She turned to see a familiar face—Jonathan's sister, Vivian Lawson. Vivian had picked on Giselle countless times in the past, but Giselle had chosen to grin and bear it for Jonathan's sake.Now, however… Who did Vivian think she was?Everyone waited to see Giselle make a fool of herself.Vivian gave her a challenging look, but a bad feeling arose inside her when she saw Giselle grabbing a drink from the table. Then, Giselle poured it on her, making her scream. Her expensive gown was immediately ruined."Oops. Sorry about that. My hand slipped." Giselle raised an eyebrow and smirked.Her bold action made the spectators gasp. Vivian screamed, "Are you insane, Giselle?"It was Richard's birthday celebration, so Giselle didn't want things to get too nasty. She looked at Vivian and sa