Abel's entire body tensed. "For me?"Priscilla casually played with her hair, with one hand resting on the seat. She wore a low-cut blazer with nothing underneath.As she leaned forward slightly, Abel's gaze instinctively dropped to her neckline. He swallowed hard, unable to control himself.The woman before him exuded an irresistible charm, and her every movement was mesmerizing. Abel was completely lost, and his attention was fixed on Priscilla's red lips as they moved."I want to acquire Joss Tech."Abel stiffened again. "What did you say?"Her delicate fingers trailed onto his thigh. "Abel, won't you do this for me?"Heat rushed to his face, and his entire body went taut. Even his words escaped his control. "Yes, of course… Anything for you."Priscilla's lips curled into a victorious smile.Sitting across from them, Benjamin finally spoke up. "Dad, if I remember correctly, you already handed the acquisition project over to Elara."Priscilla blinked. "Elara?"Abel shot Be
Niamh looked at him with hope, but Harvey's face remained cold and distant."You might have ruined Beau's entire future. Letting you avoid prison would be too easy, don't you think?"His words sent a chill through her. She shook her head as tears streamed down her face."Harvey, I don't want to go to jail! Dawn wouldn't want to see me behind bars either! Every time I ended up at the police station, Dawn was always the first to bail me out—"Harvey cut her off mercilessly. "That was Dawn, not me. I'm Beau's father."He had no interest in wasting more words reminding her how she refused to listen and how she insisted on taking Beau on that bike.He knew exactly what she had been thinking—so long as Beau clung to her and liked her, she could get away with anything. No matter how much trouble she caused, Harvey would clean up after her.He had tolerated her time and time again because of Dawn. But now, his son had been landed in the ICU because of her. How could he still excuse her
The pale daylight spilled over Harvey. It felt like a swarm of buzzing flies was crashing around chaotically inside his head.…At noon, Elara and Theodore went out for lunch. He decided to take her out to a nicer restaurant.While Theodore was scanning the menu, Elara glanced up casually and spotted Harvey sitting not far away with a young woman.She sighed inwardly—of all places, she just had to run into him here. Just seeing him sitting there made her lose her appetite."Elara, take a look. What do you feel like eating?"Theodore's clear voice pulled her back to the present. She quickly withdrew her gaze.The man arched a sharp brow. "Honey, are you getting distracted so soon?"Elara resisted the urge to grab a napkin and cover the side of her face."I just saw that Fisher guy!" she muttered, puffing her cheeks slightly before sticking out her tongue at Theodore.Seeing her come alive in front of him like this, Theodore found her absolutely adorable.He grinned slightly.
Theodore's tall, well-built frame and striking features immediately drew attention from other diners the moment he appeared. Harvey watched as Theodore made his way toward the restroom and then stood up as well."Harvey!" The woman across from him called out, but he didn't spare her a glance."You can leave. I need some peace."Her face instantly darkened. As a lady from an influential family, she had never been treated with such disregard."Hmph!" Huffing in anger, she grabbed her luxury handbag and stormed out of the restaurant.As soon as she stepped outside, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number."Hello, Ms. Price? Looks like I failed my task."…Elara noticed Harvey heading toward the restroom as well. Two men going in at the same time—it didn't seem like a coincidence. She picked up her phone and quickly sent Theodore a message.Inside one of the restroom stalls, Theodore's eyes reflected the glow of his phone screen as he read the message. He smirked and let out
Harvey's pupils widened sharply. Was Theodore really saying what he thought he was saying?He fought the instinct to glance down at the phone—to check if Theodore was actually as pink as he claimed…His gaze burned with fury as he glared at Theodore, only to catch the man casually flicking a glance toward his chest. Harvey's face immediately turned as dark as charcoal.Theodore smirked. It was the kind of self-satisfied grin that made it seem like he had just won some kind of twisted competition.Harvey felt a lump in his throat. He refused to lose in this kind of face-off!Clearing his throat, he scoffed and fired back, "Pigmentation. Fabric friction. It's normal for the color to darken."The fact that yours is still that pink is unnatural!"The moment the words left his mouth, every single blood vessel in his brain threatened to burst.He had fallen straight into Theodore's trap. The bastard was leading him on—baiting him into this absurd argument.Harvey clenched his jaw, l
Theodore turned his head away, as if unwilling to let Elara see him in such a pathetic state."What happened?" she asked urgently, noticing the slick liquid covering a large portion of Theodore's clothes."What happened to your shirt?"Theodore straightened up and put some distance between them. "It's nothing, and it has nothing to do with Mr. Fisher. I believe he didn't mean to bump into me."His voice carried a stubborn edge.Elara instantly caught on. "Did Harvey push you?"Theodore pressed his lips together and simply reassured her, "Elara, I'm really fine.""He even ruined your clothes, didn't he?" Her tone became more certain.Theodore patted his pockets without explaining and added, "Stay here, and don't come in. I need to grab my phone."Ignoring his words, Elara stepped into the men's restroom, and anger flared within her the moment she saw Harvey's face. It shot up like flames, instantly evaporating any rational thought."Harvey Fisher, are you out of your mind?" sh
Harvey felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow.He knew he shouldn't have fallen into Theodore's trap, but the moment Elara spoke up for him, it was as if someone had driven an awl straight into his chest.The pain exploded inside him, and the blood that seemed to splatter from the wound stained his vision red.Theodore glanced at Elara, his lips curving upward in silent triumph. Elara knew very well he was deliberately provoking Harvey, but it felt incredible being the one she sided with.Theodore turned back to Harvey, his gaze openly taunting. He reached out and protectively placed a hand on Elara. "I'm worried he's going to throw the soap at you."Harvey felt the blood rush to his throat. He had never been outmaneuvered like this, not even in the cutthroat business world. And now, with no security cameras to prove his innocence here in a men's restroom, he had no way to defend himself in front of Elara.Elara's voice was steady as she said, "Harvey, I know your temper.
Elara focused on unbuttoning Theodore's dress shirt, her fingers working carefully as the soap made it difficult to undo the buttons. She couldn't be bothered to entertain Harvey's self-righteous outburst.Theodore tilted his head slightly, his gaze dripping with disdain as he looked at Harvey. "What's wrong with my girlfriend helping me take off my shirt?"Mr. Fisher, are you some leftover relic from the past? Why are your thoughts so archaic?"He deliberately emphasized the last word.Harvey's pupils shrank. It was as if someone had struck him with a heavy blow, sending a sharp ache coursing through his body."Do you even hear yourself?" He scoffed. "How long has it even been since our divorce?"Elara didn't spare him a glance. "Oh? So after divorcing you, am I supposed to mourn like a widow?"After unbuttoning the shirt completely, she didn't want Theodore to dirty his hands, so she simply pulled the shirt off him herself.The man's physique was striking—not overly muscular,
Merida dashed to Elara's other side, raising her leg in the air, ready to unleash a spinning kick."Lara…"A familiar voice rang out, making Merida abruptly halt her attack."Grandma? What are you doing here?" she asked in confusion.Elara's stunned gaze swept over Daphne.It was the dead of winter, yet Daphne was wearing nothing but a thin, white silk dress. She had no shoes on, and her fair bare feet were now flushed red from the cold.Elara couldn't fathom why Daphne had put herself in such a state."Mom, where are your shoes?"Daphne's cheeks were flushed, her hair was disheveled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She clenched her fists while sobbing and rubbing at her tears."I heard that Priscilla was back, so I called Abel. But he didn't answer! So, I went to the airport to find him, and I saw him with Priscilla… Waah! My heart hurts so much!"Daphne had always been pampered and cherished by Abel to the point that even Elara once thought they were a loving couple.Thin
Elara focused on unbuttoning Theodore's dress shirt, her fingers working carefully as the soap made it difficult to undo the buttons. She couldn't be bothered to entertain Harvey's self-righteous outburst.Theodore tilted his head slightly, his gaze dripping with disdain as he looked at Harvey. "What's wrong with my girlfriend helping me take off my shirt?"Mr. Fisher, are you some leftover relic from the past? Why are your thoughts so archaic?"He deliberately emphasized the last word.Harvey's pupils shrank. It was as if someone had struck him with a heavy blow, sending a sharp ache coursing through his body."Do you even hear yourself?" He scoffed. "How long has it even been since our divorce?"Elara didn't spare him a glance. "Oh? So after divorcing you, am I supposed to mourn like a widow?"After unbuttoning the shirt completely, she didn't want Theodore to dirty his hands, so she simply pulled the shirt off him herself.The man's physique was striking—not overly muscular,
Harvey felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow.He knew he shouldn't have fallen into Theodore's trap, but the moment Elara spoke up for him, it was as if someone had driven an awl straight into his chest.The pain exploded inside him, and the blood that seemed to splatter from the wound stained his vision red.Theodore glanced at Elara, his lips curving upward in silent triumph. Elara knew very well he was deliberately provoking Harvey, but it felt incredible being the one she sided with.Theodore turned back to Harvey, his gaze openly taunting. He reached out and protectively placed a hand on Elara. "I'm worried he's going to throw the soap at you."Harvey felt the blood rush to his throat. He had never been outmaneuvered like this, not even in the cutthroat business world. And now, with no security cameras to prove his innocence here in a men's restroom, he had no way to defend himself in front of Elara.Elara's voice was steady as she said, "Harvey, I know your temper.
Theodore turned his head away, as if unwilling to let Elara see him in such a pathetic state."What happened?" she asked urgently, noticing the slick liquid covering a large portion of Theodore's clothes."What happened to your shirt?"Theodore straightened up and put some distance between them. "It's nothing, and it has nothing to do with Mr. Fisher. I believe he didn't mean to bump into me."His voice carried a stubborn edge.Elara instantly caught on. "Did Harvey push you?"Theodore pressed his lips together and simply reassured her, "Elara, I'm really fine.""He even ruined your clothes, didn't he?" Her tone became more certain.Theodore patted his pockets without explaining and added, "Stay here, and don't come in. I need to grab my phone."Ignoring his words, Elara stepped into the men's restroom, and anger flared within her the moment she saw Harvey's face. It shot up like flames, instantly evaporating any rational thought."Harvey Fisher, are you out of your mind?" sh
Harvey's pupils widened sharply. Was Theodore really saying what he thought he was saying?He fought the instinct to glance down at the phone—to check if Theodore was actually as pink as he claimed…His gaze burned with fury as he glared at Theodore, only to catch the man casually flicking a glance toward his chest. Harvey's face immediately turned as dark as charcoal.Theodore smirked. It was the kind of self-satisfied grin that made it seem like he had just won some kind of twisted competition.Harvey felt a lump in his throat. He refused to lose in this kind of face-off!Clearing his throat, he scoffed and fired back, "Pigmentation. Fabric friction. It's normal for the color to darken."The fact that yours is still that pink is unnatural!"The moment the words left his mouth, every single blood vessel in his brain threatened to burst.He had fallen straight into Theodore's trap. The bastard was leading him on—baiting him into this absurd argument.Harvey clenched his jaw, l
Theodore's tall, well-built frame and striking features immediately drew attention from other diners the moment he appeared. Harvey watched as Theodore made his way toward the restroom and then stood up as well."Harvey!" The woman across from him called out, but he didn't spare her a glance."You can leave. I need some peace."Her face instantly darkened. As a lady from an influential family, she had never been treated with such disregard."Hmph!" Huffing in anger, she grabbed her luxury handbag and stormed out of the restaurant.As soon as she stepped outside, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number."Hello, Ms. Price? Looks like I failed my task."…Elara noticed Harvey heading toward the restroom as well. Two men going in at the same time—it didn't seem like a coincidence. She picked up her phone and quickly sent Theodore a message.Inside one of the restroom stalls, Theodore's eyes reflected the glow of his phone screen as he read the message. He smirked and let out
The pale daylight spilled over Harvey. It felt like a swarm of buzzing flies was crashing around chaotically inside his head.…At noon, Elara and Theodore went out for lunch. He decided to take her out to a nicer restaurant.While Theodore was scanning the menu, Elara glanced up casually and spotted Harvey sitting not far away with a young woman.She sighed inwardly—of all places, she just had to run into him here. Just seeing him sitting there made her lose her appetite."Elara, take a look. What do you feel like eating?"Theodore's clear voice pulled her back to the present. She quickly withdrew her gaze.The man arched a sharp brow. "Honey, are you getting distracted so soon?"Elara resisted the urge to grab a napkin and cover the side of her face."I just saw that Fisher guy!" she muttered, puffing her cheeks slightly before sticking out her tongue at Theodore.Seeing her come alive in front of him like this, Theodore found her absolutely adorable.He grinned slightly.
Niamh looked at him with hope, but Harvey's face remained cold and distant."You might have ruined Beau's entire future. Letting you avoid prison would be too easy, don't you think?"His words sent a chill through her. She shook her head as tears streamed down her face."Harvey, I don't want to go to jail! Dawn wouldn't want to see me behind bars either! Every time I ended up at the police station, Dawn was always the first to bail me out—"Harvey cut her off mercilessly. "That was Dawn, not me. I'm Beau's father."He had no interest in wasting more words reminding her how she refused to listen and how she insisted on taking Beau on that bike.He knew exactly what she had been thinking—so long as Beau clung to her and liked her, she could get away with anything. No matter how much trouble she caused, Harvey would clean up after her.He had tolerated her time and time again because of Dawn. But now, his son had been landed in the ICU because of her. How could he still excuse her
Abel's entire body tensed. "For me?"Priscilla casually played with her hair, with one hand resting on the seat. She wore a low-cut blazer with nothing underneath.As she leaned forward slightly, Abel's gaze instinctively dropped to her neckline. He swallowed hard, unable to control himself.The woman before him exuded an irresistible charm, and her every movement was mesmerizing. Abel was completely lost, and his attention was fixed on Priscilla's red lips as they moved."I want to acquire Joss Tech."Abel stiffened again. "What did you say?"Her delicate fingers trailed onto his thigh. "Abel, won't you do this for me?"Heat rushed to his face, and his entire body went taut. Even his words escaped his control. "Yes, of course… Anything for you."Priscilla's lips curled into a victorious smile.Sitting across from them, Benjamin finally spoke up. "Dad, if I remember correctly, you already handed the acquisition project over to Elara."Priscilla blinked. "Elara?"Abel shot Be