Nyla let out a short laugh. "Wow, I really did come here to serve a sentence, didn't I? A strict wake-up time, a rigid schedule—should I get a sewing machine while I'm at it?"Emerald's eyes hardened. "I'm not joking. You signed that agreement last night. As of today, you are the owner of Kajer Tech. You have one month to learn how to run it.""Sorry, not interested," Nyla said, refusing."If you refuse, you'll never see Harrison again," Emerald threatened.Nyla's expression changed, her jaw tightening. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. You have no integrity whatsoever."Emerald sneered. "Did you really think you could just sign a piece of paper and be done with it? You have three minutes to decide. Either follow my orders, or forget about seeing Harrison ever again."Taking a deep breath, Nyla clenched her fists. "Fine. I'll do it."Emerald didn't look surprised. This was the outcome she had expected."You can go eat breakfast now," she said. "Since today is your first day
"I'm starting to wonder if you really intend to hand the Nixons over to Nyla. Is that why you gave her Kajer Technologies?" Brian asked.The moment his words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the study grew tense.Emerald's gaze hardened, anger simmering beneath the surface. "Brian, I've spent years planning everything for you, and this is how you see me?"Brian stood his ground. "Mom, it's not about what I think. It's about what you did. There are plenty of companies on par with Kajer Tech—why did you have to give her that one? Why Kajer?"Emerald took a steadying breath, forcing down her irritation. "I told you—I don't owe you an explanation. And even if I did, with your current understanding, you wouldn't get it.""If you don't explain this to me, I won't do anything for you anymore," Brian shot back.Emerald slammed her palm on the desk. "Say that again?!"Brian clenched his jaw, silent but visibly seething.The room fell into a heavy silence as mother and son stared each o
Brian's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with something almost sinister. "No matter what, I won't let Nyla inherit the Nixons."Emerald better be using Nyla as a mere pawn. If he found out she was seriously considering making Nyla the successor, he wouldn't hesitate to take action—even if it meant turning against his own mother.Delia failed to notice the change in Brian's demeanor and nodded vigorously. "I'm with you. There's no way we can let Nyla take over!"She had never hated anyone as much as she hated Nyla. Just thinking about the way men—especially the one man she had secretly admired for years—had looked at Nyla at last night's banquet made her seethe with jealousy. She wished Nyla would just disappear.Brian smirked. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear. From now on, she's our common enemy, and we need to work together against her."Delia huffed. "Agreed."Brian, seeing no real plan forming in Delia's mind, inwardly sneered—idiot.Outwardly, he simply said, "I hea
Nyla asked, "What time did you get here?""8:00 a.m. sharp. At first, I thought you'd wake up in a few minutes, but after half an hour, you were still asleep. So I had no choice but to wake you up myself," Andre replied.Nyla felt a little embarrassed.Andre had just been sitting there, watching her sleep for half an hour?"Sorry about that. If you see me dozing off next time, just wake me up directly," she said.Andre smiled and nodded. "Alright. Now, let's start class. Today, I'll be teaching you about the basic structure of a company."...From 8:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m., Nyla lost count of how many times she had fallen asleep.She tried to fight off her drowsiness, but Andre's voice was like a lullaby—so soothing it knocked her out instantly. Since the lesson was about business, a topic she had absolutely no interest in, there was no way she could stay awake.When Andre finally announced that the lesson was over for the day, Nyla felt like she was hearing the voice of an ange
Andre nodded. "I understand. I know what I need to do.""Good," Emerald replied."I have other matters to attend to, so I won't take up any more of your time. See you tomorrow," Andre said, excusing himself."Alright, I'll have Filipe see you out," Emerald answered.After Andre left, Emerald returned to her desk and called for a maid. "Tell Nyla to come to the study."Nyla had just returned to her room when a maid informed her that Emerald wanted to see her. Her expression immediately darkened with frustration.When she arrived at Emerald's study, she didn't bother hiding her irritation—every bit of her dissatisfaction was written plainly on her face.Emerald ignored it and said calmly, "I heard from Andre that you kept dozing off during your lesson today."Nyla frowned. "Is that why you called me here?""You just need to answer the question, not ask your own," Emerald shot back.Nyla resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Yes. But there are two reasons for that. One, you had t
Nyla struck Delia across the face again, leaving a bright red handprint on her other cheek.Delia's eyes burned with fury as she struggled, screaming loud enough to attract the attention of the service staff.When the maids saw the two of them grappling in the hallway—especially with Delia clearly at a disadvantage—they looked alarmed.One immediately ran off to inform Emerald.Emerald's face darkened when she heard that Nyla and Delia were fighting in the corridor. She got up from her chair and strode toward the door.From a distance, she could already see the two of them locked in a chaotic struggle.Her eyes flashed with anger as she snapped at the maids nearby, "What are you standing around for? Separate them immediately!"Snapped out of their daze, the maids rushed forward to pull them apart.Delia looked utterly disheveled—her hair a mess, her clothes rumpled, and both cheeks marked with vivid red slaps. She glared at Nyla with unmasked hatred.When Delia saw Emerald, te
Delia shook her head, then quickly nodded under her mother's sharp gaze."Yes... I shouldn't have called Nyla's child a bastard," she muttered.Emerald's expression didn't soften. If anything, she looked like she wanted to slap her again.Delia shifted uncomfortably. "Mom... was I wrong?"Watching her daughter's clueless, hesitant expression, Emerald felt an overwhelming sense of regret. She had spoiled Delia too much—never taught her to be calculating. And now, she had grown this stupid."I'm not mad at you for what you said," Emerald said coldly. "I'm mad because you made a scene and embarrassed yourself in front of the servants."If word of this got out, Mary would have a field day mocking them in front of Edward.Before Mary entered the picture, Edward had grown distant from Emerald, but at least he hadn't actively resented her and the children.Ever since Mary became his mistress, she had constantly instigated, poisoning him against them. Now, Edward couldn't stand the sig
The maid hesitated. "Ms. Nixon, isn't this a bit too much?"After all, Nyla was still Emerald's daughter. The weather was freezing, and she had already been locked in the attic.Even though Emerald didn't care much for her, if something happened to Nyla, the one to take the fall wouldn't be Delia—it would be the maid herself.Delia shot her a cold glance, eyes filled with contempt. "If you don't want to do what I asked, you can leave right now. The estate has no need for useless people."The maid quickly relented. "I'll do it, Ms. Nixon! Please don't fire me.""Then what are you waiting for? Go now!" Delia snapped.The maid turned and rushed out, fetching a bucket of ice-cold water before heading to the attic.…At present, Nyla was sitting in the pitch-dark attic, slumped against the wall.She had woken up early that morning, hadn't slept well, and had even gotten into a fight with Delia. Now, she was completely drained.Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, the attic
"I'm not doing anything special. What's up? Aren't you supposed to be in a business meeting? How do you have time to call me?" Valarie asked.Brandon replied, "It's all taken care of. My flight is tonight. Want to meet up?"Valarie raised an eyebrow. "What time will you be back in Saintornia?""A little after 11:00 p.m.," Brandon answered.Valarie shook her head. "That's too late. You've been on a business trip for almost a week. You should just go home and rest."Brandon chuckled. "But I really want to see you. How about this? I'll have my driver stop by your place. We can see each other briefly, and then I'll head home. Sound good?"Valarie considered it. His route home would pass by her neighborhood anyway. "Alright. Just call me when you're close. I'm about to have dinner, so I'll talk to you later. Bye.""Okay," Brandon replied.After hanging up, Valarie entered the restaurant.Stefan had reserved a private dining room, and by the time she arrived, he was already inside.
Michelle hung up after delivering her threat.Stefan stood frozen, his body tense with despair.No matter what he did, it seemed he could never truly escape the Snowdens.If it weren't for them, he wouldn't be able to pay for his mother's treatment. Yet, they were the people he hated most. He despised them.He also despised his mother, Lily. If she had never given birth to him, he wouldn't be trapped in this nightmare, stuck in the mud with no way out.And yet… she was the only person who had ever shown him kindness.That fragile thread of family—thin and fraying—still tugged at his heart, holding him back. Even though it hurt, he couldn't bring himself to sever it.…Valarie had just returned home when her mother called her over. She changed into her house slippers and sat beside her."Valarie, when are you and Brandon getting married?" Phoebe asked.Valarie frowned. "Mom, we haven't even discussed that yet.""You're not getting any younger." Phoebe huffed. "You rejected every guy we
The two of them were eight years apart, with different interests and personalities.Some of Stefan's behavior struck Valarie as incredibly immature. But more importantly, she had never seen him in a romantic light.To her, he was more like a younger brother—someone she felt protective of, but not someone she could ever like that way.He should be dating girls his own age, and she should get back to living her own life.With that thought, Valarie accepted the money.Valarie: [Thank you for everything these past few weeks. And… I'm sorry about today.]…Stefan stared at the message on his screen in a quiet park, his lips curling into a mocking smile.Just as Brandon had said—Valarie had only been using him as a distraction. Now that she was back with Brandon, she'd discarded him without hesitation.Taking a deep breath, he deleted the chat and didn't reply.They had always been from different worlds. Now, things were simply returning to how they had been before.Still, he coul
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Valarie cut Brandon off, her gaze sharp with accusation.Brandon hesitated, caught off guard for a moment.After a brief pause, he nodded. "Yes, I did. Because I don't like how much attention you're giving Stefan. If it had been any other server handling the bill, would you still be questioning me like this?""There's no 'if.' I chose to be with you again, which means I'm not holding onto anything with Stefan. So, there's no reason for you to single him out," Valarie replied.Brandon's expression darkened slightly. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then held back. "Alright. I understand.""Good. Let's go home," Valarie said, and the car fell into silence.When they finally arrived at the Weir residence, Brandon broke the quiet. "Valarie, don't you think… things between us aren't the same anymore?"They were supposed to be a couple, yet they tiptoed around each other—testing boundaries, afraid to say the wrong thing.Valarie pressed her l
"Alright. I'm about to board. I'll talk to you later," Nyla said.Valarie replied, "Okay, have a great trip."After hanging up, Nyla turned to Damon and Mason, her eyes glowing with happiness.She had dreamed for so long of taking a family trip together. Now, that dream had finally come true.…Valarie and Brandon walked into the restaurant.As they sat down, a server approached with two glasses of water."Good evening, sir, ma'am—" Before the server could finish, his smile faltered.Valarie hadn't expected to see Stefan here. A flicker of surprise crossed her face.Just as she was about to speak, Stefan quickly regained his composure, adopting his usual polite smile. "Good evening. May I take your order? We just received fresh salmon and sea urchin today. I highly recommend trying them."Brandon raised an eyebrow, a faint hint of mockery in his gaze. "We'll take your recommendations. And add an order of Arctic shrimp sashimi as well.""Certainly, sir. Would you like anythin
Michelle frowned. "What the hell are you talking about? I already told my assistant to handle it.""Then why was my mom kicked out of her hospital room in the middle of the night?" Stefan shot back.Michelle's voice grew cold. "Forget about that. I should be asking you. Besides taking a few staged photos with Valarie, have you made any real progress?""What more do you want?" Stefan asked.She smirked. "I want something that will completely ruin her. You know what to do.""Send me 250,000 dollars for medical expenses first, or I'm done doing your dirty work," Stefan demanded.Michelle let out a mocking laugh. "Stefan, you know I can have your mother thrown out of the hospital for good with a single word, right?"He had no right to threaten her.Stefan retorted, "Oh, I believe you. But if you do that, I'll make sure the whole world knows everything you made me do. When that happens, Brandon will never want anything to do with you again.""You!" Michelle clenched her jaw, her fa
"Yeah, I just got home. How's your mother doing now?" Valarie asked."Her condition is stable. Veevee… I need to ask you something," Stefan said.A flicker of surprise crossed Valarie's eyes. "What is it?"There was a brief silence before Stefan spoke again. "Never mind, it's nothing important. Get some rest. Goodnight."Before Valarie could respond, he had already hung up.She set her phone down, deciding to invite Stefan out for dinner in the next few days and have an honest conversation with him.…After the surgery, Michelle remained unconscious for a full day before finally waking up.The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Jayden sitting by her bedside."Michelle! You're awake!" Jayden exclaimed, relief flooding his voice as he quickly pressed the call button for the doctor.Once the doctor confirmed she was out of danger, Jayden exhaled deeply."Michelle, do you have any idea what I went through while you were unconscious? Please, don't ever do something so reckless a
The moment Brandon spoke, silence blanketed the room.Yale and Nolan both looked visibly uneasy.Jayden froze for a second, then his face twisted with disappointment. "Fine! From now on, we're strangers!"With that, he shoved Nolan aside and stormed toward the hospital entrance.Nolan frowned and turned to Brandon. "Brandon, Jayden was just upset. Did you really have to make it so final? How are you going to fix things later?""I don't plan to fix anything. Because of him and Michelle, Valarie and I fought countless times. Do you really think I should sacrifice my girlfriend for two so-called friends?" Brandon retorted.Seeing the indifference in his expression, Nolan suddenly regretted sending that message earlier. If he hadn't texted Brandon about Valarie being with another guy, none of this would have happened."I'm heading home," Brandon said before turning to Valarie, taking her hand, and leading her out of the hospital.Watching them leave, Nolan felt a surge of frustrati
A cold gust of wind blew through, and Brandon felt his heart sink.From the moment he first laid eyes on Valarie, he had made up his mind—he had to be with her, to marry her.He had pursued her for five years. They had finally gotten together, only to break up soon after.He had tried everything to win her back, but no matter what he did, she only seemed to drift further away.Was it really impossible for them to be together?"Valarie, you told me to stay away from Michelle for a month, and I did."Tonight, Jayden called to say that Michelle tried to commit suicide and is in the hospital being resuscitated. I still didn't go see her."I know I made a lot of mistakes before, but I've been trying to change. Can you give me one more chance?" he pleaded.Valarie remained silent for a long time. She knew she still had feelings for Brandon. When she met his pleading gaze, she felt herself softening.Finally, she looked at him and nodded. "Alright, but this is the last chance I'm giv