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
"Who do you want to pursue, Mr. Fordham?" Giselle met Chester's eyes and looked surprised. She couldn't read him from behind his glasses. Still, she was genuinely curious. Which woman could make someone like Chester pursue her?"Do you really want to know?" he asked in return.For some reason, this made Giselle's heart skip a beat. She hastily averted her gaze and looked down at her glass. "Pretend I didn't ask if you don't want to answer."Chester didn't take things too far. He retracted his gaze and said, "You'll find out soon enough."Then, he switched the subject. They chatted for a while more before he told her to rest.The rain grew heavier. Giselle got into bed after washing up. Now that she was relaxed, she was overwhelmed with exhaustion. She checked her phone to see a few unread messages from Emma."I'm sorry for dragging you into today's mess, Ms. Stone. I've cleared my outstanding bill with you—consider the extra compensation for your distress. Thanks for showing me h
Jonathan scrutinized Chester's face as he spoke. His gaze was sharp and probing.He couldn't reach Giselle, and neither could the Grants. That was why he'd decided to try his luck with Chester. Giselle had left with him yesterday, after all.This had grated on Jonathan's nerves. He couldn't understand it—didn't Giselle know that she needed to maintain boundaries? Even if they were already broken up, wasn't she slapping him in the face by spending time with Chester? She knew he didn't like his uncle.Chester clearly sensed Jonathan's hostility, but it didn't bother him. He leaned back leisurely, his gaze calm as he faced the latter. "Do I need to report to you on who I spend time with and who I'm close to?"Jonathan was no match for him, whether in terms of status or capabilities. The former clenched his fists, the veins in his forehead throbbing as he suppressed his anger. "She's my fiancée, Uncle Chester.""You two have already broken up," Chester said calmly.Jonathan felt like