"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 broke up with her?" Serena asked.Justin hesitated for a moment before saying yes. Technically, it wasn't a complete breakup yet, but it would be soon.His eyes glistened as he added, "Serena, Candice is no longer in the picture. Come back to me. We'll be just like we were before. Nothing has changed."Serena, however, remained unmoved. "But I don't want to," she said.Justin froze.Serena's expression was cold. "I used to think you were my whole world, but after leaving you, I realized I could live without you. In fact, I'm living a better life without you.""I don't believe it. You loved me so much. How could you let go so easily?" Justin asked."In the beginning, it hurt," Serena admitted. "But now, it's nothing. I got used to it."She chuckled, "Habit is a strange thing. I could get used to loving you, but I can also get used to not loving you."Her calm expression made Justin uneasy.Suddenly, he grabbed her arm and stepped closer. "Love is a feeling on its own. It's
The atmosphere felt unfamiliar to Serena. It almost felt like they were a family.Wilson suddenly asked, "Your cooking skills are impressive. Did you hone them while you were with Justin?"Serena blinked in surprise. "Well... I guess you could say that. He's quite picky, and if something's even slightly off, he won't eat it. Mr. Quade, why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"Indeed, why did he? He was just torturing himself. He became slightly annoyed. "I'm just curious. Is that such a crime?" Wilson asked.Serena was rendered speechless. Why was he angry again?While they ate, Bingo crouched nearby, peering out from under the couch. It seemed to want some food but was too shy to come closer.Wilson threw a piece of beef in its direction. The piece was too large, and the kitten struggled to bite into it. Its efforts were surprisingly adorable.But to his surprise, Bingo swiped the beef out of his hand, nudged his sleeve with its paw, and trotted over to Serena.Wilson was a
When Serena returned to the office, she found Wilson leaning against her desk with a cup of coffee in hand. There was a wide smile on his face."Ms. Judd, welcome back."Serena was speechless. What had gotten into him?"Mr. Quade, are you not angry anymore?""When was I ever angry?" Wilson took a sip of his coffee. "Mrs. Zeller just called me. She couldn't stop praising you and even invited us to her place. She said we should visit whenever we have the chance."From the way she was talking, it almost seemed like she wanted to adopt you as a daughter. Ms. Judd, I didn't know you were so good at winning people over," Wilson said.Serena responded, "I didn't do much. Mrs. Zeller is just a kind person.""This project should be a done deal now. What reward do you want?"Wilson then shook his finger. "Don't refuse. I've always been clear about rewarding and punishing. You've helped me secure such a big contract, so I should reward you."Serena thought for a moment. "Right now, I can
Jessica walked out with a pale face.Justin's expression was dark. He was in a bad mood.Serena had been there too? Had she come to secure this project for Wilson? The thought only deepened his frustration.Candice, observing the scene, couldn't suppress a small smile. She had never liked Jessica. She was just an employee here, yet her ambitions were sky-high, daring to set her sights on Justin!Turning her head, Candice noticed Justin was looking at her. She quickly adjusted her expression and smiled gently. "Justin, did you call me over today for something important?""Yes." Justin took a moment to calm his nerves, then lit a cigarette."The villa is yours now. I'll also cover the expenses for the cake shop. Additionally, I'll transfer two million dollars to your account."Hearing this, Candice immediately felt something was off. "Justin, why are you suddenly—""Consider it a breakup fee." Justin's voice remained cold and detached. "From today on, we have nothing more to do w
The mere thought of the possibility filled Jessica with dread.Seeing her distress, Carla immediately noticed something was amiss. Her smile gradually faded."Ms. Hayes, I have no further business today. You can leave now." It was a clear dismissal.Jessica stumbled over her words. "Carla, this is all a misunderstanding... Please don't tell Mr. Farrow. I'm young, and if Mr. Farrow finds out, he won't forgive me…""Leave. Whatever happens between you and Mr. Farrow is none of my concern."Jessica bit her lip. Feeling awkward, she turned to leave.As she reached the staircase, she glanced over at the surveillance camera. Her eyes widened in shock when she realized something was amiss."Wait... this camera isn't even switched on!"Carla responded coldly, "There are so many cameras in the house, and I'm not used to them. Unless we have many guests, they usually stay off."Jessica immediately turned around, her gaze filled with disbelief as she looked at Serena.Serena simply smil
Serena asked, "Could you still think Carla would prefer you over me?"Jessica was left speechless. Deep down, she knew that Carla favored Serena more. "This isn't over yet. You're celebrating too early."Serena sighed softly. "As a senior, I thought I'd share some career advice. There's a reason why you lost to me today, aside from not being as skilled as I am."Unable to resist, Jessica said, "What?""You've misjudged your own position," Serena spoke slowly. "It's true that you came here with something to ask for, but you also represent Farrow Corporation. "You should maintain your dignity, neither overly humble nor servile. If you continuously lower your stance to please others, people will only look down on you more. Today, you acted like a household staff—cooking and serving Carla. Have you forgotten your role?"In the business world, Justin was even more successful than Charles, and Charles had to flatter Justin. However, Jessica had reduced herself to nothing more than a s
Footsteps echoed from the staircase.Carla, dressed in a gray bodycon dress, gracefully descended.Jessica immediately rose. "Mrs. Zeller.""Serena?" Carla walked directly toward Serena instead. "It's been a while. "I was wondering why Mr. Farrow changed his assistant... I heard you resigned?""Yes, I'm now working at Quade Group," Serena replied.Jessica's smile faltered slightly when she saw how familiar Carla was with Serena. "Mrs. Zeller, do you know Ms. Judd?""Yes. My husband often played golf with Mr. Farrow. Over time, I became acquainted with Serena."Carla patted Serena's hand. "You came at the right time. I have something I can't quite decide on."Still holding Serena's hand, she led Serena upstairs. After walking a few steps, she glanced at Jessica. "Ms. Hayes, why don't you come along too?"The three of them ascended to the second floor, where Carla pointed to two vases in front of her. "Which vase should I use for this entrance area?"Jessica rushed to speak u
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
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