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
Giselle, Jonathan, and Charlotte were surprised by Chester's words. When had he ever been so enthusiastic to help someone?As far as Jonathan remembered, Chester had always been cold and aloof. He'd migrated abroad after turning 18 to focus on scientific research; he'd never been close to anyone.Now, however, he was offering to drop Giselle home?Jonathan frowned, suddenly feeling wary. He said, "I can drop Giselle home myself, Uncle Chester.""It's Mr. Lawson Senior's birthday celebration. You have plenty to do." Chester's pointed gaze traveled between Jonathan and Charlotte as he smiled a little icily.Charlotte clenched her fists, feeling uneasy. He was so oppressive. Were he and Giselle on good terms? Her mind started running wild, but her thoughts were mostly still on her jealousy toward Giselle.Chester ignored Jonathan and Charlotte. He opened the backseat door and said, "After you, Ms. Stone."Since things had reached this stage, Giselle had no reason to turn him down.
"Let me go! I'm going to call the cops on you, you freak!" Charlotte's hair was a mess, and tears streamed down her face from the pain.Emma sneered and tugged her head back harshly. Then, she slapped her, leaving a clear handprint on her face. The other people in the room were stunned by Emma's boldness. By the time they snapped to their senses and surged forward to break up the fight, she'd slapped Charlotte again."Did you enjoy leaning on my husband's shoulder?" she snarled.Charlotte was dazed from the slaps. She didn't even know what was going on! Emma had burst into the room, grabbed her hair, and slapped her without any preamble. She was insane!"Stop it, Emma!" a man roared furiously. He pulled Emma and Charlotte apart, his expression hideous.Charlotte wept pitifully; the others crowded around her to comfort her."Don't cry, Lottie. We won't let you suffer like this for no reason. Jon will seek justice for you when he gets back!""Hey, go get a towel and some ice. Bo
Jonathan had a bad feeling when he heard that. The number of people in Seaworth City whose last names were Fordham could be counted on one finger. And the only one who could command that much respect… was Chester.The interrogation room's door swung open again. Sure enough, Chester entered the room. He wore a white shirt with buttons all done up and a gray waistcoat on top. His black pants made his legs look particularly long.His features were chiseled, and his hair was neat. The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were sharp and cold. He was the epitome of nobility."Mr. Fordham." The police officer who'd earlier been addressed as "Captain Lane" stepped forward.Chester greeted, "Hi, Mr. Lane."Then, he handed Jim Lane a bag. "Fred asked me to bring this to you."Fred Lane was one of Chester's most capable subordinates. He was a genius scientist who was only 30 this year.Jim accepted the bag and thanked Chester with a big smile. "I don't have to worry about Freddie when I kno
Chester was so thoughtful that it left Giselle feeling lost. She changed into the new clothes—a loose, short-sleeved T-shirt and light-colored pants. The designs were simple, which matched her style.She drew the curtain and said, "I'll transfer the money for this to you, Mr. Fordham."In truth, she hadn't accepted many jobs over the years. She'd been under too much pressure because of her desire to marry Jonathan.The Grant family wanted nothing more than for her to end things with Jonathan so Charlotte could be with him. As for the Lawson family… there were people there who didn't like her, either.No matter what she did, she felt like someone secretly controlled her life in the shadows. They were making her run into dead ends everywhere.Chester pulled out his phone. Then, he said, "You should save my number again."Giselle stiffened. Upon learning he was Jonathan's uncle, she'd immediately blocked and deleted his number. She thought he'd have no idea, but he'd been aware of i
Chester had an idea of what had happened after checking the surveillance footage at the management office—someone had thrown rotten eggs and trash outside Giselle's condominium. His gaze turned cold, but she was calm.The staff at the management office suggested Giselle make a police report. "Do you need us to call the police for you, Ms. Stone? The perpetrator's face is clearly captured, so it'll be easy to catch him…"She turned him down and clenched her fists. "I know who did it."Usually, people covered their faces or disguised themselves when doing bad things, but this guy had even challenged them through the camera. It was apparent that he wasn't afraid of getting caught because he had someone backing him up.Chester asked, "Do you need my help?""No." Underneath Giselle's calm facade was a furious heart. Did they really think she was a pushover? They were wrong, then!…It was already 11:00 pm, but Giselle barged into the Grant residence all the same. The maids couldn't s
Giselle didn't even bat an eye. "I'm not interested."It was quite nice to be alone in the world. She didn't need to worry about the consequences of her actions and could do whatever she wanted.Linda was dead wrong if she thought she could threaten Giselle with that. The former was rendered speechless by Giselle not acting the way she'd expected.Giselle looked around the living room, satisfied when she saw the mess she'd created. Then, she pulled out her phone and showed the QR code for her Venmo account. "Pay me the cleaning fees."She would need to hire someone to clean up the mess outside her condominium, and whoever caused it would have to pay for it.Harold's expression turned hideous. "What are you talking about? We might be rich, but we're not idiots!"The way he saw it, Giselle was being nonsensical. She'd gone insane after descending into poverty!Charlotte felt diffident. She'd secretly hired the guy to make the mess outside Giselle's condominium; Harold and Linda di
Meanwhile, Giselle had just found the first-aid kit and sat next to Chester.The light in the living room was a warm orange, softening the hardened knots between Chester's forehead. He removed his jacket, leaving only a thin shirt on. "This might hurt, so bear with me."Jonathan really did not hold back one bit. Chester's skin was already fair. The contrast only made the purplish bruise even more striking and distressing.Giselle and Chester were growing nearer to each other.They were in such close proximity that he could take in the fragrance of her shampoo.Her attention was on the corner of his lips. She had cotton dipped in iodine to clean the dried blood on the area of the wound.Chester's breathing suddenly came to a halt.His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His breath was warm, and his gaze was deep.After a while, Giselle retreated to her original position. As she kept the first-aid kit away, she said, "It's done. When you get home, try not to let water come in con
In Giselle's cold eyes, there was nothing but indifference and annoyance."Gigi, I'm in pain…"Jonathan stared at her, the emotions in his eyes flickering back and forth. His weak and vulnerable tone was completely different from the violence he portrayed earlier.He was now trying to use pity to get Giselle to sympathize with him.Jonathan thought that if Giselle still loved him, then he would let everything go.Unfortunately, reality was more cruel than he imagined. Giselle's expression did not even waver.In an instant, the asphyxiating heartache turned into a wild beast, ruthlessly tearing him apart.Jonathan's arm fell to his side helplessly. Suddenly, he staggered backward as if his soul had left him, no longer behaving as arrogantly as he had before.He should be fuming. And Giselle should also be taught a lesson.But Jonathan could not do it.He loved Giselle so much, so why was she doing this to him?"Jon? Jon, what's wrong…"Vivian looked at Jonathan, who was obvi
Jonathan called Chester by his first name. He was not even willing to address him with due respect.Jim sensed the gravity of the situation and immediately had the other officers leave the room, giving the two some privacy.With the sound of the door locking, the atmosphere in the entire room fell below freezing temperature.With tensions running high, nobody dared to even breathe.Jonathan stood in their way, his tall stature overwhelmingly intimidating.As he stood face to face with Chester, their imposing presence seemed to match evenly.Jonathan looked like fireballs were about to shoot out of his eyes while the latter's eyes were as calm as a still, bottomless abyss, ready to erase his opponent's existence without leaving so much as a single trace.Vivian was so overwhelmed that her tears wouldn't come. She was really afraid that Jonathan would beat Chester up.The current situation was way more serious than her writing a love letter to her classmate."Why should I give y
Jim handled everything professionally."Jon…" Vivian reached out, tugging at Jonathan's sleeve. "Don't let mom know. She's going to be so mad."Vivian knew Jean's temper all too well. If she had not been afraid of Jean finding out about her love letter to Harry, Vivian would not have made Jonathan come pick her up from school.But if Jonathan had not come, the consequent chain of events would not have happened.Jonathan exuded an intimidating energy as he remained silent.Meanwhile, Giselle wasn't the least bit bothered.Harry was the same. After all, he had only done what he did to stand up for Giselle. Even if his family members were to come bail him out, none of them would be mad at him."Ms. Stone."Jim turned toward Giselle and said, "You may have Mr. Fordham come get you."Mr. Fordham. Chester Fordham.Jonathan couldn't bear hearing this name.As soon as he heard this name, he would immediately recall the words Giselle said. "Well, obviously I'm after his body."Absol
She was after his body. Giselle was going after Chester for his body.Jonathan completely lost all of his sanity when he heard those words, delivering another blow to the board.He could not be bothered about the excruciating pain coming from his knuckles. Through gritted teeth, he demanded answers from Giselle."You've slept with Chester?"Before Giselle could even respond, Harry, who had just returned from retrieving his phone, ran over at full speed.Without any explanation whatsoever, he punched Jonathan in the face."Now that I'm here, don't even think about hurting Giselle!"As someone young, tall, and one who worked out daily, Harry's one punch broke the skin on the corner of Jonathan's mouth.The piercing pain made Jonathan give up all his reasoning.Immediately, the two men broke into a fight.Vivian scrambled to get up from the floor, looking miserable. She wanted to pull them apart but was afraid she might get injured in the process.As such, she just glared at Gi
When they were at the hospital the other day, Chester made Vivian feel awfully stressed. This uncle of hers was way too overprotective of Giselle.If Jonathan were to lay a finger on Giselle, Chester would definitely hunt him down. And when that time came, the fact that she twisted the truth would be revealed.Vivian gritted her teeth. The fear she felt outweighed her reasoning. Without a second thought, she rushed over."Jon, stop!"Vivian held onto Jonathan's arm. The blood vessels in his knuckles popped as he squeezed every word out with restraint. "Let go."This was the first time that Vivian had ever seen Jonathan like this. She clenched down on her molars and cried out, "No!"The siblings' double act was absolutely comedic in Giselle's eyes. She rubbed her wrist which had turned red from Jonathan's grip. Then, she turned on her heels, wanting to leave.Jonathan jerked free from Vivian's grasp, stretching out his hands as he tried to grab onto Giselle once again.However,
"Giselle, I need to ask you something."The two looked at each other. One had an indifferent expression while the other looked like they could barely tolerate this request.Giselle tried to free herself but her wrist remained firmly locked in his grip. The heat between them instinctively triggered a visceral sense of disgust in her.Her stomach churned violently, and her expression went dark. "Let go."Jonathan kept his stare on her with eyes that were deep and enigmatic. "If I don't—" Before he could even finish his sentence, he suddenly gasped in pain.Giselle did not care if she hurt him. She had swiftly raised her knee and went for his groin. Even though Jonathan reacted in time, she was too fast for him to avoid the blow entirely.The anger in his eyes surged. He gritted his teeth and exclaimed, "Giselle Stone!"This "new" Giselle felt extremely foreign to Jonathan.The Giselle he remembered was someone gentle and caring. There was never a time she would be this violent.
The moment Giselle heard Jonathan call out her name in full, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes. Had he recovered his memories?Giselle scoffed. "Am I wrong? Mr. Kendrick is asking Harry to pretend that he has feelings for Vivian and to wait until the exams are over to talk about it. Isn't he asking the kid to lie?"Harry has made it crystal clear that he has no feelings for Vivian. A clear rejection is the best solution. You're afraid that Vivian's state of mind might be affected, but what about Harry's?"Every word was carefully chosen.Even though Greg did not explicitly say it, Giselle understood his underlying intention without misconstruing anything.Harry clapped his hands as sparkles danced around his eyes. "You got it! I don't like Vivian. I don't like her now and I certainly won't like her in the future!"Vivan was not his type to begin with. What's more, after learning about the things she had done to Giselle, the chances of him liking Vivian were even slimmer
Jonathan's towering figure emerged in the doorway.Instead of his usual formal suit, he was dressed in a hoodie and cropped pants.To put it simply, he looked like a mannequin. His handsome face was as cold as ice, making him look unapproachable. As his eyes swept across the room, he suddenly paused when his gaze fell upon Giselle.The hand by his side instinctively clenched. It seemed like he did not expect to find Giselle here.He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was reminded of the ignored text and what Vivian had told him.He pursed his lips for a moment, forcing the words back down. "Now that we have everyone's guardians here, let's talk about what happened earlier today."Greg Kendrick, the homeroom teacher, pushed his glasses up and cleared his throat before continuing, "I understand how kids your age are going through a phase where you yearn for the opposite gender, but this is the time to be focusing on your studies. "The college entrance examinations