"Justin, what happened to your face? Did someone hit you?" Mollie widened her eyes in shock the moment Justin got into the car.Justin's expression darkened as he said, "Why don't you yell a little louder?"Mollie fell silent immediately, and then she asked tentatively, "Who hit you?"Justin didn't respond. Mollie thought for a moment and wondered if Wilson had done it. When she saw Justin's face grow darker, she knew her guess had been right.She asked, "Wait… Why did you get into a fight with Wilson?""Stop prying into my business," Justin huffed. "What actually happened between you and Desiree?" Mollie's face immediately dropped at his question. She said, "I honestly don't know. I exchanged a few sharp words with Desiree, and then my horse went wild. I wasn't even scared, but Desiree fell off hers. Is she really that delicate? Perhaps she did it on purpose to get Wilson's attention and pity."Justin said sternly, "It's best not to offend the Stone family. Dealing with Wils
"Justin, what happened to your face?" Jenna had been rambling on and on when she suddenly noticed the bruise at the corner of his mouth.Justin sipped his tea and said, "It's nothing. I just bumped into something."Jenna said, "You should be more careful. As for Candice, what are you planning to do about her? If you're tired of her, then let her go quickly. There's no way we will allow her into the family."Justin's tone was distant. He replied, "I'll take care of it."Jenna's eyes lit up with surprise. Not too long ago, Justin would get angry whenever she brought up the subject. She hadn't expected him to come around so quickly.Jessica, standing nearby, couldn't hide her smile as her eyes sparkled in anticipation.…As they left the Farrow residence, Justin sat in the back seat and handed Jessica a business card. Confusion clouded her features as Justin's next words hit her like a thunderbolt. "Charles Zeller owns a commercial street. I want it.""Mr. Farrow, how can I help
Jacob was amused. "What's going on in your mind? Are you looking to get hurt?""Yeah, my life is too comfortable, so I'm looking for a reason to suffer," Wilson replied.Jacob spread his hands. "I can't say she cared; it was love. She really loved Justin. She had always been following Justin around from the first day I met her. As she grew older, she took care of everything herself and treated Justin like he was her world."To be honest, in the beginning, I didn't think it was for real when Serena left Farrow Corporation. I thought she'd return after a few days, but now it looks like she's really cutting ties for good."Wilson's expression darkened with every word Jacob spoke, so Jacob got even more into it. "Even though Serena has broken things off with Justin, she definitely still has him in her heart. This kind of thing can't be rushed, Wilson. You'll have to give her time.""Well said." A cold smile appeared on Wilson's face, and his gaze shifted to the woman beside Jacob. "Th
A soft and gentle voice called out beside Wilson's ear. He slowly opened his eyes and covered them with his hand. "Quiet. I'm dizzy.""Mr. Quade, I'm sending you home," Serena said several things, but Wilson didn't respond. She decided to simply pull him up and drape him over her shoulder.The moment Wilson felt her soft and warm body against his, he immediately leaned all his weight onto her shoulder, and Serena staggered slightly under him.Wilson felt a pang of guilt and straightened up a bit. He mumbled, "Just hold onto me. I can walk on my own… It's better if you support me; it wouldn't be good if I fell."Serena propped him up, her arm around his lean waist. She slowly helped the "drunken" Wilson down the stairs.She called a cab and took him straight to his villa. When they reached the front door, Serena was confused. She didn't have the key."Mr. Quade, do you have your key?" Serena asked.Wilson kept his head down and remained silent. She assumed he was too drunk to b
Serena declined, "There's no need—""This is a villa district. You won't be able to hail a cab. There are plenty of guest rooms. Pick whichever one you like," Wilson interrupted.He tilted his head slightly, a lazy smile on his lips. "Or are you worried I might lose control and devour you?""That's not what I meant.""Then stay. It's just as well because you can make me breakfast in the morning."Without waiting for a reply, Wilson turned and headed upstairs.Serena hesitated for a moment before following him to the second floor. Then, she chose a random guest room and settled in.The bed was soft and inviting, and she soon drifted into a deep sleep.In the master bedroom, however, Wilson was far from asleep. He stood under the shower, the icy water cascading over his bare skin. Yet, no matter how cold it was, the heat surging within him couldn't be extinguished.His mind replayed the scene on the couch from earlier. He had pinned her beneath him, their faces inches apart. Her
David had no trace of pity. He sent Emma to a psychiatric hospital, leaving her to fend for herself. Years later, she returned, kneeling before him and begging for custody of Jacob.David had agreed. By then, his new wife had given birth to their son, Marcus. As for his withdrawn and sullen eldest son, David had long decided he wanted nothing more to do with him.A sudden sharp pain in Jacob's hand jolted him back to reality.The cigarette between his fingers had burned down to the filter.He extinguished it, his gaze darkening."Jacob?" A voice, tinged with surprise, broke through the quiet.Jacob turned slowly, meeting Natasha's eyes. She stood in the hallway, dressed in a baby blue cardigan, her expression filled with mild astonishment.For a moment, he didn't speak."What are you doing here?" he asked."My father is hospitalized here," she replied.Her words jogged his memory. Natasha's father had gone bankrupt. Driven to desperation by relentless creditors, he attempte
Perhaps it was exhaustion from the night before, but Serena slept through several alarms and didn't wake up until after nine.Startled, she leaped out of bed, hurriedly washed up, and rushed downstairs. Wilson sat leisurely in the spacious living room on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. He seemed to have been waiting for someone.When he saw her, he glanced at his watch. "Still a few minutes to half past nine. No problem. We won't be late if we can get to the company within five minutes."Serena flushed in embarrassment. "Sorry, I overslept.""I thought I'd wake up to the smell of a delicious breakfast prepared by you, Ms. Judd. But instead, the kitchen was as silent as a tomb. You were sleeping so soundly; I didn't have the heart to disturb you."Wilson wore an expression of mock regret. "Truly, I must be the most cowardly CEO in existence."Serena, already accustomed to his sarcastic jabs, remained calm."Well then, Mr. Quade, would you like breakfast first, or sho
Desiree couldn't tolerate another woman stepping into Wilson's world. Even she hadn't been allowed to stay at his place.Serena noticed Desiree's subtle shift in demeanor.Not wanting to get entangled in their matters, she explained politely, "Ms. Stone, Mr. Smith called me last night to pick up Mr. Quade. After I dropped him off, it was difficult to hail a cab near his place, so I had no choice but to stay in the guest room for the night."Desiree's expression finally softened a little. "I'd like to have a word with Wilson alone. You can head inside now," she said.Serena sensibly excused herself. Desiree tugged on Wilson's sleeve. "Wilson, I spoke with my father, and he agreed to let me stay at the Nocturna branch. From now on, we'll be able to see each other more often.""That sounds good," he replied half-heartedly. "You don't seem happy about it.""I'm happy," Wilson said, slipping one hand casually into his pant pocket. "Having another friend nearby is always a good thing
"You."Serena blinked, confused. However, before she could ask anything, Wilson pulled her straight back into the heat of it all.They went at it for over an hour until the bathwater had long gone cold. Only then did Wilson lift her out and carry her to the bed. Even then, he didn't let her go. Midway through, her phone started ringing unexpectedly. As she reached to see who it was, Wilson intercepted her, smoothly answering the call and placing the phone to her ear.She shot him a glare. This was the worst possible timing for a call. He was doing this on purpose, she was sure of it.Willow's voice came through the speaker. "Serena, Arthur and I picked a wedding date. Will you be my bridesmaid?""That soon?" Serena asked, trying to sound completely out of breath. "We already registered. Might as well hold the ceremony before my dad realizes what hit him. I'm also hoping to squeeze a little something out of him while he's still in a daze.""I see…" Serena murmured.Willow pau
After working up a sweat at the stables, Wilson brought Serena to one of the VIP suites nearby.She slipped off her jacket, revealing the thin layer underneath. The white shirt clung to her damp skin, outlining every graceful curve—her waist, her chest, the slope of her shoulders.Wilson had always known she had a stunning figure—slim in public, secretly soft and full in all the right places. But this view? This angle? It hit differently.Serena noticed the look in his eyes. "What are you staring at?""You," he said, unapologetically. "You're beautiful.""Okay." She was used to his flirtation by now. Without giving him more than a glance, she tied her hair up and disappeared into the bathroom.It wasn't until she sank into the warm bath that she realized that she'd forgotten to bring clothes.She hesitated for a moment before calling out to Wilson. Strangely, there was no response.Frowning slightly, she stood up, wrapped a towel around her chest, and padded barefoot to the doo
But if Gary was dead set on getting rich fast, his only option was something illegal. Gary hesitated for a second. Ever since the last kidnapping fiasco, things had been under heavy scrutiny. He had already told his men to lie low. Jumping back into the game now would be a risky move. But that hesitation didn't last long, for fortune favored the bold. And if he waited any longer, the board would eat him alive.…Back in Nocturna, Wilson leaned casually against the stable fence, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone.Trevor's voice crackled through the line.Wilson let out a cold chuckle. "You kept poking Gary. Of course he's losing it.""That's the point. If he doesn't panic, how will he slip up?" Trevor replied."This is your mess. I'm staying out of the family drama. But when it's time to drag him in, I'll help you tighten the net."Wilson's gaze drifted across the paddock and softened the instant it landed on a figure in white. He quickly added, "Anyway, tal
A heavy snowfall rolled over Silverthorn City and covered the city in snow. At the same time, terms such as "Desiree Stone bullying case, Stone family," and "Desiree and Gwen" became popular searches and dominated various platforms.Crumbling under the pressure, the Stone family asked Desiree to make a public apology in person. In front of the journalists' cameras, Desiree wore a black jacket and pale makeup.Tears fell as she apologized to Gwen, but the effects were insignificant. More and more, victims and people who knew about it came forward to reveal details online and expose Desiree's past deeds.All of a sudden, her reputation fell into the pits, and the share price of Stone Enterprise fell to a record low. The shareholders had stormy expressions during the shareholder meeting, while Gary looked somber."The considerable fall in our company's shares is on me, but this is only temporary. I'm working on getting the media to salvage Desiree's reputation. It won't take long un
Meanwhile, Desiree forced herself to remain calm. When she looked at Serena, something came into her mind. "I got it. It's you… You're the mastermind behind all of these. Serena Judd, you sent this madwoman to tarnish my reputation. It's you!"She lunged and wanted to strangle Serena. But Serena flinched and raised her hand, slapping Desiree across her face.Desiree fell with a plop from the slap. "Bitch… How dare you slap me!"Scrambling to her feet like a rabid animal, she wanted to throw Serena off, but someone stopped her.Soon, the police arrived, and Desiree whimpered in a trembling voice, "You came at the perfect timing, officers. A crazy woman came to my studio to throw a fit, and I believe Serena Judd is the mastermind. You—""Ms. Stone, we received a complaint that you're involved with bullying and kidnapping. Please come with us."Desiree was struck with disbelief. "What nonsense is that?"The police officer ignored her and gestured to the others. "Take her away."
The spectators' stares were like sharp blades to Gwen, tearing her apart bit by bit.She had worked so hard to finish university and become a better person. She wanted to start afresh, but she couldn't escape from Desiree's evil clutches.Like an intricate nightmare, Desiree enveloped her in layers upon layers, so tight that there was nowhere to run.The look in Desiree's eyes changed. "Ms. Beckham, I'm sorry about your plight, but you can't blame this on me—""What about this, then?" Gwen whipped out her cellphone and played a voice recording.Desiree's voice was cold and filled with tyranny. "Tsk, did the ugly duckling from the past become another person? I almost didn't recognize you."I think you're not bad. You have an eye for detail and perform tasks well. From now on, you'll be working for me. The price to pay will be very high if you disobey."Even if you look like an educated woman now, you're still that dirty bitch once your clothes are off. Gwen Beckham, you're foreve
"Gwen should be punished for her mistakes, but I feel sorry about her situation." Serena felt a mix of emotions.Suddenly, her cellphone beeped; it was a text from Gwen. "Serena, thank you. I lied to you. My mother already passed away a month ago, and I have no other concerns anymore. If it were possible, I wish I had known you earlier."Serena's heart pounded, and a bad premonition rose in her. She called Gwen's number, but nobody picked up. "Wilson, I think something is wrong."Wilson read the text message and made a call. The other end of the line said something, and Wilson replied curtly."Gwen went to Desiree's studio.""Let's go and look for her!"…Desiree had just closed a big deal with a client, walking the client out with all smiles. Dressed in a white business suit, she wore an elegant smile that made her look like a well-brought-up socialite.Even her client couldn't help but praise, "That's what I'd expect of a top socialite, Ms. Stone. Not only are you beautiful
Gwen thought that Serena would be mad and disappointed at her. However, Serena was composed, and there weren't any signs of resentment on her face at all.Instead, she said calmly, "Were you forced to do it?"Serena swept her composed gaze over Gwen. "Gwen, why are you working for Desiree?""Does it matter?""It does." Serena looked at her. "I want to help you.""Are you crazy, Serena Judd? I wanted to harm you before this! I wanted to kill you!" Gwen lost her composure, and tears stumbled out of her reddened eyes. "I'm sorry…" "I know that the Stones aren't as decent as they appear to be. If you know anything, you can tell us. Will you trust us?"Wilson's brows shot up slightly at Serena's words. This was the first time he saw someone talking to an enemy so kindly.It seemed that Serena was concerned about Gwen, so he decided to let her do as she wanted. Whatever happened afterward, he'd be there to take care of it.Wiping away her tears, Gwen smiled weakly. "It's useless.
Two days later, a light snowfall dusted over Nocturna and froze the city overnight. Dressed in a thick fleece jacket, Gwen arrived at Quade Group early in the morning. Today would be her last day of work handover, and she would leave the company once it was completed.On the way, she received several calls. Although the number wasn't saved, she knew who was calling her, so she silenced her cellphone.At the CEO's office, she was about to finish with the remaining handover when Elena said, "Ms. Beckham, Mr. Quade is waiting for you inside.""Alright."Gwen knocked on the door and entered after receiving Wilson's approval.There was no one else in the spacious office. In the middle of the room was a dark-colored leather couch, and Wilson was lounging on it, wearing a black button-down shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, and the collar buttons were undone, revealing his collarbones.Gwen stood still. "Did you ask for me, Mr. Quade?" "I did." Lowering his head, Wilson lit a cigare