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
Merida clutched Elara's hand with both of her small fists, her voice filled with indignation. "I want you to write an apology letter to Mommy!""Dream on!" Rosalie spat out, her eyes sharp and venomous.Merida wasn't intimidated. Instead, she grew even more determined. "I want you to read the apology letter out loud in front of everyone at the talent show!"Rosalie's laughter shook her entire chest.She took a deep breath, suppressing the rage bubbling inside her, and spoke to Merida in a condescending, childlike tone. "Sure! If you want me to read an apology letter on stage in front of everyone, you'll have to win first place at the talent show!"Only if you're on stage accepting an award will you have the right to call me up, won't you?"Anger and mockery intertwined, making Rosalie's head feel hot one moment and cold the next. Being slapped by Priscilla in public was something Rosalie could grudgingly accept as the price of crossing someone so powerful.But being forced to wr
Elara gestured for Priscilla to follow her, and the two sat down in a quiet corner of the auditorium. Meanwhile, Rosalie, who was clutching her swollen, burning cheek, kept her eyes fixed on Elara and Priscilla.Darcie was trembling as she asked, "Is that Ms. Price someone very powerful?"Rosalie sneered. "She could crush you like an ant without breaking a sweat!""Crap!" Darcie gasped, her pupils trembling.The thought of having offended Priscilla made her legs shake uncontrollably. She grabbed Rosalie's arm in fear, and her body went limp like a noodle."Ms. Fisher, could you… Could you put in a good word for me with Ms. Price? Someone like me doesn't even know her. I didn't mean to offend her!"Rosalie pushed Darcie's hand away in disgust, her lips curling as she hissed through clenched teeth, "I can't even save myself right now! What makes you think I can help you?"Seeing Darcie's panicked state, Rosalie's eyes filled with disdain. People like Darcie were nothing but fragil
Elara's tone was firm. "You must be regretting burning bridges with me so soon.""Elara! You tampered with the data you gave me!" Priscilla's voice turned icy, her gaze sharp and intimidating.A chilling aura radiated from her, but Elara, who was sitting beside her, didn't even glance her way.Instead, she scoffed. "Why would I tamper with anything? The fact of the matter is your team isn't skilled enough."Ms. Price, you burned the bridge, and now you've lost 100 million dollars, haven't you?"Priscilla crossed her arms. Her meticulously manicured nails were painted a soft, elegant pink. She frowned slightly upon hearing Elara's words.Had Elara already calculated that without her, Price Nation's Quantum Tech would lose over 100 million dollars? And she even knew that when Quantum Tech suffered such a loss, Priscilla would come looking for her.The thought sent a shiver down Priscilla's spine. She then felt a pang of unease when she recalled how Elara hadn't shown any surprise
Priscilla's eyes were ice-cold. Back then, she had paid Elara 20 million dollars to kick her out of the game. Now she wanted her back, but Elara was asking for two billion dollars right off the bat.And she knew damn well that Elara wanted more than just two billion dollars. Priscilla let out a low chuckle. She had been in the business long enough to deal with people trying to squeeze her dry. Yet, standing in front of Elara, she remained completely in control. "You have no idea how the market works, Ms. Jones," Priscilla said smoothly. "I can offer you 70% of the profits, but as for funding—well, that has to go through the board for approval." Elara didn't even hesitate when she retorted. "Unless you hand over the entire project to me, I'm not interested." Priscilla let out a sharp scoff as she said, "You're dreaming." No one had ever dared to snatch a major deal straight from her hands. But Elara remained as composed as ever, her voice soft, almost amused. "Ms. Price, I
"Lesley!"Merida's eyes lit up the moment she spotted Lesley. She bounced excitedly and ran straight toward her. Lesley's mind was entirely on Elara. She exhaled slowly, warmth lingering in her breath."Lesley, I missed you so much!" Merida's sweet voice rang out as Lesley crouched down. Noticing Merida still in her performance outfit, Lesley immediately took off her coat and wrapped it around her. "You look so good," Lesley said, gently smoothing Merida's slightly messy hair. Just then, Elara walked up to Lesley. "You're back." Last week, Lesley had left in a hurry for something urgent. Before she left, she had only promised she wouldn't be gone for long. Elara hadn't pressed for details. She and Merida had simply waited for her return. She hadn't expected Lesley to come straight to the school as soon as she returned to Capitol. Just as Priscilla was one step away from Lesley, she spoke. "You've worked hard this time."Lesley paused for a moment. Her sharp, chi
"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