Priscilla propped herself up and sat upright. The muscular man lying beside her handed her a robe, which she draped over her shoulders.The man holding the phone kept it pressed to her ear. Her caramel-colored hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her striking beauty radiated an effortless charm even without makeup."Impossible! Wasn't her framework supposed to be the optimal solution based on our initial calculations?""Elara's work… It's too advanced. With eight thousand GPUs running simultaneously, we don't even know which stage to adjust. The junk data we've generated has already maxed out the memory."Figuring out which parts to clear to keep the framework running will require a massive amount of manpower and resources to sift through."Priscilla exhaled impatiently. "Speak plainly!"The voice on the phone continued, "We can't handle the framework Elara provided. If we activate the fail-safe mechanism by 10:00 am and switch to the backup framework, we'll lose an estimated 100 mi
Shirley's mother, naturally aware of the situation, added, "The teacher originally planned to find an older boy from the elementary school to help."But even if they chose a second-grade boy, mastering the lift while maintaining grace would take a lot of practice. Just keeping the boy's arms steady and firm would require significant effort.Shirley's mother, Tilly Greene, smiled and said, "In the end, your daughter couldn't stand it anymore. She said she and the other kids often practiced this move, and she could lift Paisley and spin her multiple times without getting tired."Elara's lips curved into a smile. Tilly had once been the lead dancer of the Capitol Ballet Troupe.The school's dance teacher, though also a professional dancer, paled in comparison to Tilly's achievements in the industry. So, when Class 1B was rehearsing their dance, the teacher often invited Tilly to provide guidance.Elara asked, "Was it your decision to let Merida handle the lift?"After all, such move
The dance teacher, Darcie Roman, had spoken to Elara a few days earlier. Elara had gotten her number from Bridget and called to discuss Merida's situation.She had explicitly asked Darcie not to body-shame the children, but the response over the phone had been dismissive and perfunctory.Afterward, Elara reached out to Tilly, who was assisting with the dance performance. Hearing Tilly praise Merida's performance had eased half of Elara's worries.But now, Merida hung her head upon hearing Darcie's words, knowing she was at fault. Her chubby fingers clutched at Elara's clothes. Elara glanced at her daughter and felt her heart aching for her."Ms. Roman, this stage accident happened because the floorboards are old and cracked. This stage has been in use for over 20 years. Look at these holes in the wood—it's clear the boards are infested with termites."The priority now is to repair the stage floor to prevent similar accidents from happening again."Before Elara could finish, Darci
The busy tone echoed in Priscilla's ears, and her expression visibly cracked. She turned her head, staring at her phone in disbelief.Did Elara just hang up on her? How could that be? No one had ever dared to hang up on her before.Priscilla refused to believe it. Maybe Elara had accidentally declined the call. There was no way Elara would actually do such a thing!She dialed Elara's number again, this time putting the call on speakerphone. Everyone in the room turned their attention to Priscilla's phone while holding their breath.But as the seconds ticked by, the call remained unanswered. Priscilla's hand that was holding the phone began to tremble slightly.The atmosphere in the room grew tense, and an awkward silence spread among the onlookers."The number you have dialed is not answering. Please try again later." The emotionless automated voice rang out from Priscilla's phone.Someone spoke up, "Ms. Jones might be busy right now.""Ms. Price, let me reach out to Ms. Jones.
Some parents remained seated, staying out of the argument. They quietly edited the videos they had just recorded and uploaded them online."If Merida doesn't want to quit, then let her embarrass herself on stage.""The audience's eyes are sharp! If she drags my daughter's performance down, I'll make sure she's drowned in online criticism!"The seated parents whispered among themselves."Mommy," Merida called out softly to Elara, who took her chubby little hand in hers.Merida bit her lower lip as her other hand rested on her chest, fingers lightly clutching the crystal decorations on her costume. Her eyes were misty, and the corners glistened with unshed tears."I… I'll just quit!"Merida had made up her mind. When she put on the costume, many of the other children had secretly laughed at her.She asked why they were laughing, and they told her it was because she was fat.She didn't think she was fat—she thought she was just fine. But when she made mistakes on stage, she began
Elara looked at Rosalie, fully aware of the scheme she was plotting. Their eyes met, and the air between them crackled with tension, as if sparks were about to ignite.Back in the Fisher family, Rosalie had never been kind to Elara. In the past, Elara had deliberately avoided her for the sake of family harmony. Yet even now, Rosalie was still targeting her.A soft chuckle escaped Elara's throat. Prejudice was like an insurmountable mountain in people's hearts, and the wealthier they were, the more they feared outsiders.Rosalie, like Harvey, looked down on her from the bottom of her heart. From the moment Elara married into the Fisher family, Rosalie had been waiting for the day she would be kicked out."Elara, you'd better hurry and talk to the school administration. If you're too late and the program list is finalized, you won't be able to add Merida's name." Rosalie's lips curled into a smile as she said this, but it didn't reach her eyes.Suddenly, as if remembering something,
Elara, standing on the stage, was also stunned. Meanwhile, Rosalie's eyes widened in shock. She raised a trembling hand to touch her face.When she felt the swelling on her cheek, it was as if thousands of needles, finer than hair, were piercing her skin, threatening to tear it apart.Only then did Rosalie realize—she had been slapped!"Why did you hit me?" Rosalie screamed.Priscilla smiled, the corners of her eyes lifting as her long lashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly about to take flight."Not only will I hit you, but I'll also drill a hole in your head to clear out the sewage coming out of your mouth!"Priscilla stood at nearly 5'8", and with her six-inch-tall heels, Rosalie looked like a dwarf next to her.She raised her hand, pointing at Rosalie's head. But fearing another slap, Rosalie quickly covered her head with her hands."Don't think that just because you don't say it outright, no one knows what filthy thoughts are in your head! Throwing shade is easy, b
When Rosalie first saw Priscilla, the only word that came to mind was "stunning". The woman before her was tall and elegant, with a petite, exquisitely sculpted face and thick, lustrous hair. Few people could leave such a striking impression with just their appearance."I don't care which student's parent you are. If you dare hit a teacher, I'll report you to the school administration!" Darcie snapped coldly.The surname "Price" wasn't common, and she couldn't recall teaching any student with that name.Her eyes darted between Priscilla and Elara's faces. Honestly, if Priscilla didn't look so young, Darcie might have actually believed she was Elara's mother.Rosalie, with her cheeks still swollen, forced a flattering smile at Priscilla. She looked like a squirrel with its cheeks stuffed full of nuts."Ms. Price, I really didn't mean it that way…"Seeing the cold glint in Priscilla's sharp eyes, Rosalie shivered and immediately slapped her own face."It's my fault! I spoke withou
"Mr. Snapp, congratulations on acquiring Jones Group.""Mr. Snapp, does this acquisition mean that things are getting serious between you and Ms. Jones?"The moment news broke of Theodore and Elara's relationship, it caused a stir across all of Capitol's elite circles. Many business figures attended the event not just for appearances, but in hopes of catching some firsthand gossip.Theodore stood with one hand in his slacks pocket, the hem of his suit jacket creased slightly from the gesture."If Elara and I have any good news to share in the future, we'll be sure to inform you all right away."At that moment, the crowd immediately sensed how close he and Elara must be. They clearly really were dating!"Fantastic! We'll be waiting for your announcement!""Ah, Ms. Jones and her luck in love! Anyone who sees it can't help but say—what a blessed life she leads!"As the crowd buzzed with teasing remarks about Theodore and Elara, a portion of the chatter suddenly fell silent. The pe
Beau opened his mouth wide, his wails echoing through the empty basketball gym. He clutched the container of oranges Elara had given him, but he looked like a small, abandoned animal."Mr. Beau!" The bodyguard hurriedly tried to comfort him, but had no idea how to stop Beau's crying.Harvey walked over. "Beau Fisher, why are you crying?"He was annoyed by his son's sudden emotional breakdown. "You're five years old. What's there to cry about?"Earlier, Harvey had seen Elara give Beau the container of oranges. As soon as Elara left, Beau started crying. Harvey now reached out to take the takeout box from Beau's lap."No!" Beau shouted.He immediately leaned forward to shield the oranges with his body, as if they were his most precious treasure.Harvey's expression turned cold as he warned, "Stop crying!"He didn't know how to comfort a child; he was just frustrated that Beau was crying in front of so many people.Afraid that Harvey would take the oranges away, Beau quickly grab
Harvey practiced with Merida for over an hour. By the end of it, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing was heavy and labored. The sound of it was echoing clearly in the empty basketball gym.Sweat poured from his head like a flood, drenching his dark hair, which clung to his forehead. It even softens his usually sharp features. It looked like he was standing in the rain as sweat streamed down his cheeks.Harvey had already taken off his jacket and the sweater vest he'd been wearing underneath. His navy-blue moisture-wicking shirt was soaked through, and the fabric was darkened by sweat.He bent slightly at the waist, relying on sheer willpower to keep himself from collapsing. But his legs felt like they were made of cement, and he could barely lift them to walk.Merida jumped down from the raised platforms. She was still in her performance outfit, her cheeks flushed and tiny strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.She ran over to Elara, who handed her Merida's per
Less than half a minute into the practice session—"Ugh!"Harvey was forced back a step by Merida as a low groan escaped his throat. He felt like his ribs were about to break!Every muscle, connected to his nerves, throbbed with pain. Harvey quickly felt a metallic taste rise in his throat, and he choked, coughing violently.Merida, standing on the raised platform, immediately asked, "Mr. Harvey, are you okay?"Harvey clutched his chest, surprised that after taking a kick from Merida, he could barely straighten up.Before he could respond, a cool, mocking voice cut in. "Mr. Harvey, are you sure you can handle this?"Harvey turned sharply to see Theodore leaning against the wall. His posture was casual as he smirked at Harvey. His lips were curled into a grin, and his eyes filled with mischief.Everyone knew what Harvey's intentions were when he suddenly showed up to practice with Merida. But neither Elara nor Finnegan stopped him because they were well aware of the consequences
Finnegan was in charge of keeping the rhythm with a pair of drumsticks. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his tanned skin glistened with sweat under the bright white lights, giving off a metallic sheen.The muscles on his arms were layered and defined, and his biceps were as solid as iron when flexed.Theodore narrowed his fox-like eyes and couldn't help but smirk. "Is your brother planning to perform on stage with Merida?"Elara nodded. "There's going to be some choreographed interaction between them. The routine Merida's preparing requires teamwork with my brother."Theodore let out a soft snort. It seemed Finnegan had put in a lot of effort for Merida this time. He teased, "Once your brother steps on stage, he's definitely going to gain a lot of admirers."Elara smiled. At that moment, Finnegan turned and began guiding Merida through a complex tap sequence on the raised platforms.Merida's feet tapped rapidly, but she stumbled slightly, losing her balance. Finnegan quickly steadi
Afterward, Lesley and Elara walked downstairs with Merida.Lesley said, "I'm a bit confused now. Is Harvey trying to get custody of Merida, or does he regret divorcing you?"Elara's voice was calm. "I don't care what he thinks. Every day since leaving him and the Fisher family has been a day of freedom for me."Lesley voiced her concern, "I'm just worried Harvey might continue to cling to you and cause trouble."Elara frowned slightly, having considered this possibility herself.Lesley suggested, "Why don't you apply for a restraining order to keep him out of your life?"Elara replied, "He hasn't been violent, so a restraining order wouldn't be granted. Besides, Harvey is the type to go to extremes. If we restrict him, he'll only push back harder."Elara still felt a lingering fear when she remembered the time Harvey had abducted her.She concluded, "When dealing with Harvey Fisher, I think it's better to manage him than to block him. If he wants to show up in front of me, let
Merida's voice was innocent and pure, while the teachers standing behind Harvey exchanged amused, gossipy looks.Harvey froze, offering only a pale explanation, "I didn't…"He glanced up at Elara, and there was a wave of frustration bubbling up inside him. "Daddy has never slept with Niamh! That absolutely never happened!"His words seemed directed more at Elara, and he watched her reaction closely. However, Harvey's explanation still didn't resolve the logic in Merida's mind."But Aunt Niamh is your best friend, and Lesley is Mommy's best friend. Isn't it the same thing?""It's not the same!" Harvey denied.Merida puffed out her cheeks, her eyes filled with defiance as she looked at Harvey.She even began to lecture him, "Mr. Harvey, you can't be lenient with yourself and strict with others. That's just being hypocritical!"Harvey's breath hitched. This kind of topic, involving adults' private lives, was something he didn't know how to explain to a five-year-old.Suddenly, he
To emphasize his role and make his daughter feel the power of having a father, Harvey persisted."I can get you a professional team from. If you want to perform a dance, Daddy will connect you with top dancers from around the world. Merida, no matter what, you're my daughter, and I want you to rely on me as much as you need!"Merida looked momentarily stunned. In her memory, Harvey had never shown her this much concern before. For a moment, his sudden care left her feeling overwhelmed.She listened as Harvey said, "Merida, I hope you can try to lean on me. I know I've neglected you before, but you're only five. I hope it's not too late for me to make it up to you!"Merida couldn't tell how much of what Harvey said was genuine, nor could she analyze his underlying intentions.She simply responded to him based on her instincts and feelings. "All I want is for Mr. Harvey not to create obstacles for me and Mommy."Harvey immediately denied it. "Why would I create obstacles for you…"
Elara glared coldly at Harvey. It was clear Harvey already knew everything that had happened in the auditorium earlier.The elevator malfunctioning, Harvey showing up here—his intentions were obvious.Elara's grip on Merida's hand tightened, her palm sweating. Harvey had truly lost his mind! He kept calling Merida his daughter, yet he didn't care about her safety at all.But without concrete evidence, he would never admit to having anything to do with the elevator malfunction.Elara suppressed the anger bubbling inside her. "Did you know about Rosalie targeting Merida?"Harvey replied, "She's been spending a lot of time with my mother lately…"In other words, Rosalie's bold behavior at school had Ethel's backing and encouragement behind it. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and several teachers from the arts department stepped out.They greeted Harvey respectfully, "Mr. Fisher."Merida recognized them. When she was in the lower grade, these teachers had been judges at the t