The moment Giselle's name was mentioned, Chester couldn't help but want to listen further.Tony scoffed inwardly. He then walked to a corner of the racetrack and shielded the microphone of his phone. "Lindsay said Giselle is pregnant, and the father is Jonathan."His words sent Chester's heart plummeting to the depths. The casual expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a stormy gloom that seemed to chill the air around him."What did you say?" he asked for confirmation in a hoarse voice. His grip on the phone tightened, and the veins on his hand bulged.Tony shrank back instinctively, feeling a chill run down his spine. He regretted not keeping his mouth shut. Half an hour ago, he had bumped into Lindsay, who was also there to watch the race.She was clearly a social butterfly. She used her connection to Chester as an excuse to strike up idle conversation. Somehow, the topic had veered toward Giselle. That was when she had casually dropped this bombshell onto Tony.At
What Giselle said was one thing, but how they carried out the operation was another matter entirely.Three hours later, the SUV came to a stop across the street from the target location.The street was essentially a strip of private clubs. Impeccably dressed elites were seen coming and going. The cleaner the facade, the filthier the secrets hidden underneath. Suddenly, Giselle's phone rang. Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the car, she reluctantly answered. "Mr. Fordham." "Where are you? I'm across the street from Luxe Haven." Giselle was surprised. She hadn't expected Chester to be here as well. Maybe he had just arrived.Her emotions grew slightly complicated, but she quickly suppressed the strange feeling. "I'll come to you," she said. Giselle got out of the car and scanned the area. She spotted a sleek Maybach parked nearby. The window rolled down, revealing Chester's strikingly handsome yet cold face.…"Mr. Lawson, could we revisit the terms of this collabo
Giselle tensed immediately. The next moment, Chester leaned in, his warm breath brushing her ear. It was a foreign sensation. "There's surveillance," he murmured, his voice soft.Giselle forced herself to remain calm, ensuring she didn't expose herself. She pointed at the woman standing at the end of the line.The unselected women filed out one by one. As the door clicked shut, Chester pulled Giselle onto the couch beside him. The room was dimly lit, its air filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance.They looked every bit the picture of a couple—a handsome man and a beautiful woman seated closely together.Chester's hand remained firmly around her waist. Giselle felt an inexplicable heat rise within her, the warmth at her waist particularly searing. She forced her thoughts elsewhere and lifted her gaze to the young woman now standing before them."How old are you?" Giselle asked.Yvonne Sullivan kept her head down, clearly uneasy in her revealing outfit. Tugging at the hem
The noise was deafening. Yvonne clutched Giselle's arm and gulped in fear. "Just say it was me who broke the camera. This way, t-they won't go after you," Yvonne stammered.Giselle grasped her hand firmly and said, "Do you really think the person taking you away can protect you?" This shattered Yvonne's delusion, and she froze.There was no time for further discussion. Giselle quickly found a cabinet large enough to hide someone and pushed Yvonne inside. "Don't come out," she instructed before shutting the cabinet door and walking over to Chester. Chester frowned. "You're not needed here." "Mr. Fordham, don't underestimate me," Giselle replied. She wasn't oblivious. From the moment they had entered the club, she had felt the weight of a gaze. It was disgusting and ever-present.Perhaps their enemy had seen through their disguise from the start.The noise outside grew louder. The sound of shouting merged with the relentless pounding on the door.Chester glanced at his p
Giselle looked at Jonathan like he had sprouted another head. "What's wrong with you?" They were nothing to each other now, yet he had the audacity to order her to go to the hospital with him. What gave Jonathan such courage?She was so angry that she laughed instead. Her eyes flashed with scorn, a look that struck Jonathan like a painful blow.He clenched his fists, and his eyes quickly filled with anger. "Giselle!" He felt stupid now. At that moment, his body had acted before his mind could catch up.His thoughts drifted back to their school days. Whenever Giselle was bullied, he was always there to protect her. With his strength, it was impossible for him to get hurt. But back then, he would deliberately injure himself in obvious places just to gain her concern. Now, he was seeing the same Giselle before him, but there was coldness in her eyes. It made him choke up, and his heart throbbed with pain.Chester had been observing the entire scene. He looked down at his phone
Giselle was certain that Yvonne's mother had not divorced and was still desperately clinging to their broken family. Yvonne was the only thing holding it together."I'm already 22. I dyed my hair, and do you know what she called me? She called me a whore…"…Four hours later, Giselle and the others arrived at the Seaworth City Police Station.As soon as they got out of the car, a middle-aged woman rushed forward and slapped Yvonne across the face."So, you're finally willing to come back! Why didn't you die out there with your useless father?" she shouted, her chest heaving with rage as she hurled insults at Yvonne.Everyone around them fell silent.Giselle frowned. She stepped forward and stood protectively in front of Yvonne.Yvonne clutched her reddened cheek, her short hair falling over her face, obscuring her expression."I fed you, clothed you, and raised you just so you could run off with those men? Yvonne, can't you think?" The woman continued her tirade. She even re
"Ms. Stone." His voice was clear and rich. It cut through the sound of the rain and lingered in her ears.Chester stood at the bottom of the stairs, his umbrella tilted forward, signaling for Giselle to come down and join him.Giselle paused, lost in thought. When had she become this close with Chester? Was it normal for a friend to come out in the rain and pick her up like this?An answer was almost on the tip of her tongue, but she forced herself not to overthink it. She and Chester were two parallel lines, destined never to meet.Chester was the heir to a prestigious family, so he had encountered many types of women before. On top of that, she had once been his nephew's fiancée. That made it even less likely for them to get together.Even if they did, others would surely gossip about her behind her back. They would say, "Giselle couldn't marry Jonathan, so she married his uncle!" It was scandalous just thinking about it.Giselle quickly pushed these absurd thoughts aside.
To be honest, Vivian held a grudge against Richard. Although she was his biological granddaughter, Richard chose to dote on an outsider instead. What was so special about Giselle? She was nothing more than a child with an unknown parentage!Vivian thought Richard had become senile. He couldn't even tell right from wrong anymore.That was why she had decided to visit only Jonathan today. If it hadn't been for Jonathan asking her to visit Richard, she probably would have found an excuse to leave. A grandfather who favored outsiders wasn't worth her time!Reluctantly, she had come, but to her surprise, Chester was there as well. Chester simply acknowledged her with a soft sound, not even sparing her a glance. Vivian had grown used to this.Her uncle had been working on his research abroad for years. She had only seen him a handful of times in her life. She had heard plenty of rumors about Chester, and with those rumors in mind, she subconsciously feared him. She tried to ent
Giselle did not even care to learn how they managed to convince Charlotte to join them.None of it mattered anymore. Their plan was about to fail, after all. Did she seem that weak to them?While she was still deep in thought, there was suddenly the sound of someone kicking at the door. In the midst of that chaos, the sharp voice of a woman could be heard, saying, "Chester, I saw Giselle and Jonathan enter this room with my own eyes!"The door swung open.The bed inside was a mess, but there was no one there.Disarrayed footsteps headed toward the bathroom. Just like that, a group of people appeared in front of Giselle.Finley, who was the leader of the pack, was stunned when she saw that Giselle was still neatly dressed.This was different from what she had imagined!The calm look on Giselle's face did not look like that of someone who had just finished doing the deed. On the other hand, Jonathan, who was lying in the bathtub… looked extremely miserable.The media who had bee
The room was dimly lit.There was a thick scent of incense in the air. It did not take many inhalations before Giselle started to feel her body getting warm. She quickly covered her nose.Using the only source of light, she squinted her eyes and moved forward.Within seconds, the rough breathing of a man appeared next to her ear.The shadow on the wall was approaching her. When his hand was about to reach her, Giselle dodged to the left with one swift movement, leaving Jonathan embracing the air."Gigi…" The hoarse voice was laced with a hint of lust.The man tugged at the button of his collar as he approached Giselle once again. He was burning all over. It felt like he was being roasted from the inside. He was gradually losing his ability to think rationally.All he could see was the thin figure in front of him.Giselle was left speechless.They had cast a spell on this miserable man because they were not able to do it to her?There was no denying it. Angela and her friends
Angela, Finley, and Charlotte were rendered speechless.This explained why Giselle was able to make so many enemies. Just that mouth of hers could make people abhor her with a burning passion.What now? If Giselle did not go over, they would not be able to carry out their plan!The trio was beginning to grow anxious.Luckily enough, Giselle could sense their desperation. Being merciful, she said, "I mean, I won't go with you unless…"She was undoubtedly baiting them. There was a flash of malice in Angela's eyes as she gritted her teeth and asked, "Unless what?""Unless you let me play with your spell bugs."The moment she finished talking, the lights in the corridor suddenly came back on.Angela's face was as pale as death. How did Giselle know that she practiced witchcraft? She must be trying to trick her!Angela's petite body trembled. Still, she tried her best to maintain a calm composure."W-What spell bug? I don't know what you're talking about…""Oh, really? Then expla
The crowd was frantic.A tumult of screamings and shoutings bombarded their ears. Chester's voice was swallowed whole by the clamor of the crowd.Giselle moved forward with the flow of the crowd.There was only darkness ahead. Everyone skimmed the walls as they walked. There was a faint source of light in front of them.Before Giselle could even suppress her annoyance, a hand suddenly grabbed onto her wrist.The palm of this person's hand was slightly calloused. Her skin became a little sore from the slight abrasion.It was the hand of a woman.Giselle did not struggle against the woman grabbing her. Instead, she let her pull her forward.They were headed in the opposite direction from everybody else.During this time, Giselle had a sudden moment of clarity.The faint light allowed her to recognize the back and gait of the person in front of her. It revealed the fact that this woman was Angela.Still, Giselle remained unperturbed.As they went up the stairs, the noise and c
"Mr. and Mrs. Stone, this is my sister, Lyla."Lyla tried her best to smile. In a very soft voice, she greeted, "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Stone."Jackie had notified his family members in advance. But now that the actual person was standing in front of them, both Eugene and Moira were surprisingly calm.In short, Lyla felt like a total stranger to them.On the other hand, Giselle seemed profoundly familiar.After having compared the two, both Eugene and Moira kept their true feelings concealed.The news of them finding their long-lost biological daughter had not been made public. They had initially planned to announce the news at the charity banquet.However, they were now having second thoughts."Let's talk about this again when your brother and the others arrive."Upon hearing these words, the smile on Holly's face visibly stiffened. Things were not going according to plan.If she had it her way, the Stones would now be making the public announcement that Lyla was their eldest d
When Giselle was kicked out of the Grants' house, she had nothing to her name.Now, she seemed to be shamelessly clinging onto Jonathan, someone who had everything. Charlotte hated Giselle's guts.How could she, after leaving the Lawsons' world in shambles, be living her best, carefree life?Giselle should be having the worst, most miserable life in the slums! She should be trampled underneath Charlotte's feet forever!In stark contrast to Charlotte's rage, Giselle was much calmer.Giselle looked askance at Charlotte. With a cold and calm demeanor, she said to Charlotte, "We'll see."With the three women embroiled in the same drama, she was curious to see what interesting events would unfold.Just like that, Giselle disappeared from their sight.Finley stared at Charlotte with disapproval and said, "Wasn't what you just said to Giselle an indirect reminder?"When they first met, she had thought that Charlotte was a smart person. However, as Finley got to know her better, she r
As the head of the Lawson family, Jonathan found himself at the center of media attention, especially after Giselle and Chester's public display of intimacy at the gala. "Mr. Lawson, who is your date for tonight? Do you have any comments on your ex-fiancée, Ms. Stone?" "How do you feel about your ex and your uncle attending the gala together?" "Mr. Lawson, would you give them your blessings if they were to marry?" "Mr. Lawson…" The relentless questioning further agitated Jonathan, who was already in a foul mood. Just then, a photographer shoved a camera right in his face. Jonathan's eyes narrowed dangerously. He suddenly grabbed the camera and smashed it to the ground.The reporters fell silent. Jonathan ignored their stares and strode into the venue, his eyes scanning the place for Giselle and Chester. Despite his search, he constantly found himself intercepted by others. …In a corner of the venue, Charlotte stood alone with a wine glass in hand. As the
Giselle had only met a few members of the Stone family. The first was Harry. Despite meeting for the first time, it felt as if they had known each other for ages. Many others had also commented on how much she resembled the Stones.Giselle was always curious but never felt the need to find her biological family.Now that Chester had brought it up, Giselle found herself deep in thought. Chester quietly texted on his phone.After a while, he asked again, "Gigi, would you mind if I arranged a DNA test?" They would know if Giselle was the long-lost daughter of the Stone family once the results came back. The daughter they had searched for all these years might have been right in front of them all along. Giselle remembered Harry saying that Lyla's DNA matched the Stone family's. But the documents Chester had shown her… Something was amiss. Lyla and Holly definitely had ulterior motives for infiltrating the Stone family. Thinking of Harry's smile, Giselle agreed to Che
Chester said, "Harry accidentally spilled water on the guest bed. It's pouring outside… Can I stay at your place tonight, Gigi?"Harry grumbled to himself but eventually gave in, thinking about the money Chester had promised him. "It's all my fault! Giselle, you should let Chet stay the night." Giselle was silent. Something felt off, but she couldn't bring herself to say no. After a moment, she stepped aside. "Come in." Harry also tried to follow them inside, but Chester stopped him. "Head home now. You still have school tomorrow." Chester was firm.Harry was speechless. How could someone be so quick to burn bridges after crossing them? How despicable! After the door closed, Harry turned away and immediately pulled out his phone to vent in their group chat. "Chet is unbelievable! He used his money to force me to act alongside him! Do I look like that kind of person?" Sam: "Did you take the money?"Harry: "Hmph! I maxed out my card. Might as well take it if it's free!"