Nyla hadn't expected Damon to force Rebecca to marry Nathaniel."After everything she put you through, you don't want to get back at her?" Valarie asked.If it were five years ago, Nyla might have sought revenge.Since having Mason, her only goal had been to work hard and provide a happy, carefree life for him. Other matters simply didn't hold the same significance anymore."Didn't you say she married Nathaniel and suffers frequent abuse? That sounds like retribution to me," Nyla replied.Valarie pouted and scoffed. "You might be able to let it go, but I can't. She's been hiding for years, so I haven't had a chance to deal with her. Now that she's finally out in public, I definitely have to teach her a lesson."Nyla frowned. "Valarie, I know you're trying to stand up for me, but it's not worth it. You said she's with that Mr. Nuttall, right? Don't go offending others because of me.""Don't worry. I know what I'm doing," Valarie assured her.Realizing that Valarie wouldn't liste
Rebecca bit her lip, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.If Valarie didn't raise the bid again, she wouldn't have the money to pay. Yet, judging by Valarie's earlier behavior, it was clear that she was doing this on purpose and wouldn't bid any higher."20,000,000 dollars, going twice!" the auctioneer called again.No one else raised their paddles.The jewelry set was made of ordinary emeralds—though it had a nice design, it held no real collectible value. Only a fool would pay 20,000,000 dollars for it, let alone raise the bid further.Orlando gritted his teeth. "Didn't you say Valarie would raise the bid again?"Facing Orlando's angry gaze, Rebecca bit her lip, her eyes welling with tears. "Mr. Nuttall, I'm sorry. I was wrong…""I only agreed to give you 15,000,000 dollars, no more. Figure out the remaining 5,000,000 dollars yourself!" Orlando snapped.He wasn't stupid. He could tell Rebecca had been deliberately trying to outbid Valarie earlier.At that moment, he regrett
"Rebecca, do you even know the state of the Preston Group right now? Where am I supposed to find 5,000,000 dollars for you?! Are you trying to bankrupt the company?" Nathaniel growled.Rebecca sneered. "Nathaniel, don't think I don't know how much you've been pocketing from your deals with the Nuttall Group. 5,000,000 dollars might be a bit much for you, but it's not impossible."Nathaniel's anger intensified. "Even if I could afford it, why should I spend that kind of money on a useless piece of junk?!"To him, jewelry that couldn't be immediately cashed in was worthless. He didn't even want to spend 500,000 dollars, let alone 5,000,000 dollars."Mr. Nuttall is only willing to put up 15,000,000 dollars. If you can't cover the remaining 5,000,000, it will ruin our relationship with the Nuttall Group, and any future business between them and the Preston Group will be difficult. Think it over," Rebecca warned before hanging up.After a while, she received a notification that 5,000,0
Nyla quickly stepped back, shaking her head. "I can't accept something so expensive."Oliver paused for a moment before chuckling. "Expensive is relative. This kind of money doesn't mean much to me, and when I saw this jewelry set, I instantly thought of you.""It might not mean much to you, but it's a big deal to me," Nyla replied earnestly.Seeing the seriousness in her eyes, Oliver frowned. "You're my girlfriend. Isn't it normal for me to give you jewelry?"Nyla pressed her lips together, about to speak, when Valarie leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Nyla, so many people are watching. Do you really want to embarrass Oliver like this?"Honestly, this is nothing to him. You could easily afford to buy him something just as valuable, so just accept it."Nyla glanced around and realized that everyone was indeed watching her and Oliver, some already whispering.She looked back at Oliver and said, "Alright."Oliver smiled and stepped forward to help her put on the sapphire neckl
As Valarie reached the entrance, Brandon stepped in front of her again. "Valarie, are you avoiding me?"Valarie rolled her eyes. "Mr. Sumner, we're not close. Please call me Ms. Weir. No, I'm not avoiding you. I just don't want to deal with you.""Why don't you want to deal with me? Is it because I'm too handsome and you're afraid of accidentally falling for me?" Brandon asked.Valarie was momentarily speechless, then huffed. "You're so full of yourself!""Seriously, I've been chasing you for five years now. What exactly don't you like about me? Just tell me, and I'll change!" Brandon pleaded.Valarie's heart skipped a beat as she looked into Brandon's serious eyes, and she quickly averted her gaze. "Okay, then tell me what you like about me. I'll change that too.""I like that you don't like me," Brandon countered.Valarie raised an eyebrow as she replied, "That's a hard one to change. Maybe you should pick something else to like.""No can do. From the moment I met you, I knew
"This time it's for real, I promise!" Brandon argued.He spoke with unwavering conviction, but Damon merely looked down, unwilling to engage with him any further.Brandon let out a sigh, feeling the weight of his troubles with no one to confide in. He asked again, "Uncle Damon, are we still drinking?""When did I agree to drink with you?" Damon replied.Brandon sighed, realizing he had misplaced his hopes.After turning the car around to drop Damon off at his villa, they arrived just as Nyla and Oliver were coming out, holding hands with Mason.The three of them wore smiles, appearing like a warm, happy family.Brandon noticed Damon's souring mood and instinctively quieted his breathing, fearing that Damon would take out his frustration on him.The group soon spotted Damon, and Nyla bit her lip before saying, "Mr. Sumner, I'm taking Buddy home."Damon didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on the hand Oliver was holding—Mason's.The thought that Mason had spent several years
Nyla lowered her gaze, complicated emotions crossing her eyes. The better Oliver was to her, the guiltier she felt. After all, she didn't reciprocate his feelings in the same way. Sometimes, she felt quite bad for him. "Oliver, you don't have to be so good to me… It puts pressure on me," she said honestly. Oliver tightened his grip on the steering wheel, a hint of wryness in his eyes. "Nyla, you can't actually develop feelings for me beyond friendship, can you?" Nyla was silent for a few seconds before slowly replying, "I don't know… But I think I could. Just give me a little more time." The car fell silent until they reached her building. Neither spoke. Once Oliver parked, he turned to face Nyla instead of getting out of the car. "Nyla, feelings can't be rushed. You don't have to force yourself. If one day you realize you can't like me, just tell me. I'd rather you be free and happy than feel pressured to stay with me because of what I've done over these five years," he
Valarie suggested, "Now close your eyes and think about it. If he were to kiss you, would you resist?"Nyla imagined it and realized she didn't feel like resisting. If she had to say she was looking forward to it, that didn't seem to be the case either.She honestly shared her feelings with Valarie, who couldn't help but feel sympathy for Oliver. After chasing her for five years, Nyla still didn't seem to have any feelings for him."Okay, now imagine if it were Damon who wanted to kiss you," Valarie suggested again."Absolutely not," Nyla answered without hesitation, her tone laced with disdain.She had never considered the possibility of getting back together with Damon.The past hurt was real, and five years had passed between them. There was no way they could return to how things used to be."Why do you sound so certain?" Valarie asked.Nyla pressed her lips together. "Because I'm sure I don't want anything to do with him."Valarie sighed and slowly said, "Nyla, not wanting
After a brief moment of anger, Gabriel regained his composure, his gaze turning cold. "Damon, Mr. Westcott assured me he wouldn't partner with Prospectus Technology. Otherwise, he wouldn't have signed this contract with me. Stop lying."Damon remained unfazed and spoke calmly. "Believe me or not, it makes no difference to me."With that, he turned and continued into Tim's office with Spencer following close behind.Gabriel stared at Damon's retreating back and instructed his secretary, "We're going back inside. I need to see for myself whether Damon or Tim is lying to me."Trailing Damon, Gabriel stormed into Tim's office.Seeing both men enter together, Tim raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Hackett, what brings the two of you here together? Is there an issue with your contract as well, Mr. Hackett?"The subtle emphasis on "as well" struck Gabriel like a ton of bricks. His expression darkened."Mr. Westcott, you assured me at the restaurant that you wouldn't c
"Mr. Westcott, I'll return the money to him right away," Crystal said quickly.Tim waved dismissively. "No need. Tomorrow, go to the finance department and collect 8,000,000 dollars. After that, you don't need to come to the company."Crystal's face turned pale. She knew all too well that this sum of money was a breakup fee."Mr. Westcott, I truly realize my mistake. Please, give me another chance..." she pleaded, reaching out to grab his sleeve.The moment she saw the cold look in his eyes, her hand froze mid-air, and she dared not move any closer.Tim stood tall, looking down at her with an icy expression. He spoke slowly. "You should be grateful to Mr. Hackett. If he'd only given you a few hundred thousand, that's all you'd be getting from me as well. But 15,000,000 dollars in total for three years? I'd say that's more than enough."He added, his tone final, "I don't want to make this uglier than it has to be. Let's part on good terms."Crystal's face went ashen. She wanted t
"Would you happen to have a moment later? I'd love to discuss something," Gabriel asked.Tim smiled. "What a coincidence. I suppose I can spare a few minutes for a chat.""Excellent," Gabriel replied.Standing, Crystal smoothed her dress. "I'll freshen up."She knew better than to linger during Tim's business discussions."Your lipstick needs touching up. Take your time," Tim said mildly."Of course," Crystal answered.She found a quiet spot and sat for over half an hour, waiting until she received a bank notification confirming a deposit of 7,000,000 dollars.Satisfied, she returned to the table, only to find Tim dining alone."Tim, when did Mr. Hackett leave?" she asked, quickening her pace to sit across from him.Tim continued cutting his steak with deliberate precision. "No talking while eating."Although his tone was calm, Crystal had been with him long enough to sense his simmering anger.She pressed her lips together, instinctively explaining, "Tim, I'm sorry. Mr. Ha
By midday, Tim still refused to see Gabriel.Gabriel, considering taking a break and returning later, received a call from his secretary."Mr. Hackett, I found out Mr. Westcott has a girlfriend. Perhaps she could help arrange a meeting," his secretary said.A spark lit in Gabriel's eyes. "Send me her details right away."The secretary quickly forwarded the information.Tim's girlfriend, Crystal Glasco, came from an average family and worked as his assistant.Her background was straightforward—a bachelor's degree and a job at the Westcott Group right after graduation, where she became Tim's assistant.Their relationship, however, was more about Tim keeping her than about them being equals. That said, their three years together suggested Tim held some level of affection for her.After reviewing the details, Gabriel immediately called his secretary back. "Find a way to contact Crystal. I need to meet her today."…At around 8:00 p.m., Crystal entered an upscale restaurant in Cap
Under Tim's leadership, the Westcott Group maintained its position as one of the top four families in Capitarnia, leaving the other three far behind.After reading the file, Gabriel closed it and asked coldly, "I asked you to arrange a meeting with Mr. Westcott. What's their response?"The secretary hesitated. "Mr. Hackett, Mr. Westcott's secretary hasn't responded. It seems they aren't interested in meeting with you."Gabriel wasn't fazed. The document made it clear that Tim was proud and highly selective in his dealings. Such a person wasn't easily approached.For Damon to even gain the Westcott Group's consideration, he must have put in significant effort.Still, there was an opportunity as long as the contract wasn't signed."No need to wait for a reply. I'll go to the Westcott Group myself tomorrow morning," Gabriel said."Understood, Mr. Hackett," the secretary replied.…At 7:00 a.m. the next day, Gabriel was already standing outside the Westcott Group. The sun hadn't f
Damon nodded. "Got it. Have the PR department continue contacting major media outlets to remove any negative commentary about Prospectus Technology. We can't let this situation escalate further."In the business world, public opinion could be lethal. Most people were naturally inclined to follow the crowd. Without knowing the full picture, they could easily be misled.If the narrative that Prospectus Technology's chips were faulty spread too far, restoring their reputation later would require monumental resources. It was critical to stop this from snowballing now."Understood, Mr. Sumner. By the way, how's the deal in Capitarnia coming along?" someone asked.Upon hearing that, Damon's previously tense expression relaxed slightly. "Progress is decent. Barring any unforeseen issues, we should be able to sign the contract in a couple of days."The group on the call let out a collective sigh of relief.Once the deal was signed, Prospectus Technology would recover some of its losses
"We can sign an agreement if you're still worried. I promise never to challenge your custody of Wilhelm in my lifetime," Jane assured.Seeing her determination, Gabriel remained silent.Noticing his hesitation, Jane gripped the armrests of her wheelchair tightly. "Gabriel, you're already hesitating, even though you haven't remarried yet. How can I believe you'll treat Wilhelm fairly in the future?"Gabriel's gaze turned cold. "No matter what, Wilhelm will be better off with me than with you. When and how much of the shares I give him is my decision, not yours."With that, he turned to leave.As he reached the doorway, Jane's voice echoed behind him. "If you don't transfer half your shares to Wilhelm, I won't leave the country!"Gabriel paused, then glanced back at her mockingly. "Whether you leave or stay means nothing to me. And why would you think your refusal to leave is a threat to me?""Gabriel, you're a bastard!" Jane shouted.Gabriel smirked and left without another word
Wilhelm froze for a moment, his eyes welling up with tears as confusion and hurt clouded them."Mommy, do you really not want me anymore?" he asked, his voice trembling.Jane's gaze flickered with a brief trace of pain as she looked at Wilhelm sitting pitifully on the floor. But the softness in her eyes vanished as quickly as it appeared.She stared at him coldly. "That's right. I never wanted you. I hit you to try and get your father to come back."The other day, when I took you out for steak, I deliberately let you eat that hazelnut cake. You started itching later because you're allergic—that was intentional, too. I wanted you hospitalized so I could force your father to see me."Her tone grew harsher. "Now that Gabriel and I are divorced, you're of no use to me. You're just a burden. Taking you with me would only drag me down."And I hate your father. Naturally, I hate you, too. Don't show up in front of me again!"Wilhelm sat frozen, her words cutting into him like shards of
If Wilhelm stopped wanting to see Jane, the bond between them would naturally fade over time."No! I don't want food!" Wilhelm cried, hurling Gabriel's phone onto the car seat.He began pounding on the car door, trying to open it. "I want to see Mommy! I want to live with her, not you!"Gabriel, his patience wearing thin, locked the doors with a sharp click and turned to Wilhelm, his expression darkening."Your mother doesn't want you. Even if you find her, she won't take you. I'm the only one you have now," he said."I hate you! I don't want to be with you! I don't want you as my dad!" Wilhelm screamed.Gabriel's restraint, already fraying after days of tantrums, finally snapped. He stared at his son and said coldly, "It doesn't matter whether you want me or not. No one wants you now except me."Jane didn't want Wilhelm. The Wilkies wouldn't want him either."That's not true!" Wilhelm sobbed uncontrollably. "Mommy wants me. Mommy's just mad. If I'm good, she'll take me back! S