Yes, Roslyn was riding shotgun. With Yale around, she had no interest in taking the wheel.Yale watched Roslyn claim her seat and knew the score. He hefted the food bags and moved them to the Ferrari.Score one for Roslyn! After all their little battles, she had finally snagged a win.Yale settled into the driver's seat, still trying to play the voice of reason, but who was he kidding? Roslyn had made up her mind, and that was that."Roslyn, Aurora Mountain is going to be packed today, and this flashy Ferrari is going to stick out like a sore thumb."Being the center of attention was not always exciting; it could make things awkward and spoil the fun."So what if we stand out? I'm a celeb who's in the spotlight every day. Think I'm scared of a few extra stares at Aurora Mountain?" said Roslyn with a confident toss of her hair.Yale could only think of one thing. 'Arguing with a woman is like reading a software license agreement. In the end, you ignore everything and click "I agr
With no other choice, Yale had to call the bodyguards for help.Meanwhile, Roslyn grew antsy."Evie, Uncle Yale's car just conked out on us, and we're stuck because the doors won't budge. No clue what's up. You go have fun with Mr. Tarp, okay? No telling when the cavalry will show up."Lunch? We'll probably make it. I mean, the Foster family's bodyguards are pretty slick at what they do!"After she hung up, Roslyn could not help but vent to Yale, "Can you believe it? Even a Ferrari can bite the dust?"Yale felt a wave of frustration wash over him. Sure, a Ferrari was a car, and cars could break down, right?However, he was not about to get into it with Roslyn. She was in a mood, and he was not going to poke the bear."It's busted, so we wait. That's that," he said, trying to keep the peace.Being alone with Roslyn was the last thing he wanted. He used to worry that the more time they spent together, the more she would fall for him.Then Yale had come to terms with his feelings
'Besides, thanks to Evangeline, Roslyn and I are bound to keep in touch. There's no escaping each other. It would just make things more awkward,' thought Yale."Uncle Yale, what's up with you today?"Roslyn had zero patience for guys who beat around the bush. With her temper flaring, she sat up straight and confronted him, "Spit it out if you've got something to say. If not, zip it. Wouldn't we both be better off taking a break?""I..."'I'm scared you won't like what I have to say.' Yale's mouth twitched, and he choked back his words.There he was, Yale Foster of the illustrious Foster family, fumbling for words like a tongue-tied kid in front of the girl he liked.This would not do!Yale gathered all his courage, but by the time he was in front of Roslyn, it had dwindled to half."I just think that oversleeping isn't great for your health."'Is he worried about me?' Roslyn was puzzled for a moment but then understood. Yale was her elder, so his concern was not out of place.
Okay, so…Hank was on the fence, but Evangeline was done waiting.She had played cupid for a sweet couple, and she was ready to kick back and have some fun. However, Hank? He was dragging his feet, and that just would not do.Evangeline eyed the thick crowd ahead, tugged at Hank's sleeve without another word, and made a beeline for the entrance.What Evangeline did not realize, however, was the guy in the black climbing gear standing like a statue behind her to the right, his intense gaze glued on her since she showed up.That guy was Walter.On his secretary Emma's advice, he had come to Aurora Mountain.He was just supposed to look around and maybe say a little prayer, hoping things with Evangeline would get patched up. However, before he even got through the gate, he got an eyeful of that.The woman who was just a divorce paper away from being his ex, all cozy and arm-in-arm with some other dude, heading into the mountain gate like they were the best of friends…What was go
Hank's cheeks turned a soft pink as he read 'Blessings of Love' carved into the wooden sign next to the tree.Evangeline, on the other hand, was unfazed. She had already had her run with marriage, after all. Why would she pine for eternal love then?Since parting ways with Walter, all she wanted was to live life on her terms, breezy and unburdened. She was not about to latch onto someone else or get tangled up in feelings, no more wasting energy on emotional drama. As long as she was happy, that was what mattered.However, catching a glimpse of Hank's bashful glow, she had a moment of clarity: Hank had not walked down the aisle yet.Maybe it was not fair to judge him with her been-there-done-that attitude.Unbeknownst to them, Walter was seething just a few steps behind, watching Evangeline and Hank looking like they were made for each other, standing under the Lovers' Tree.He was green with envy.Alex, the guy Evangeline had always been keen on, never got that close, and there
An old man watching from the sidelines pulled at Walter's sleeve. "Listen, buddy, we're all here to have a good time. If you're not up for covering the loss, just be straight about it. Why put on a show?"Being decent is the way to go, you know."The crowd swelled.Walter was like the star attraction at the zoo, except he was not putting on a show—he had genuinely been robbed!Was he not the victim there? Walter felt like yelling at the top of his lungs, but that would not fix anything.The kid's parents were expecting him to sort that mess out.What then?Near the Lovers' Tree, Evangeline, trying to ignore the growing noise behind her, was about to leave when she spotted someone familiar.Walter?She shook her head. Walter should be at the office, not there at Aurora Mountain.She was seeing things, she thought.Hank, a little taller than Evangeline, had a clear view over the heads in the crowd and could see Walter's face distinctly.He had no clue why Walter was there. Ho
Evangeline faced the couple, her hand extending a crisp hundred-dollar bill toward the woman. "I'm really sorry about that. My friend over there didn't mean to ruin your kid's doll. Here, take this and get her something nice to play with."Evangeline had money to burn, but she was not the type to hand out cash without a good reason. She did it because the man's gentle patience with his wife struck a chord in her—a kind of tenderness she had never known.Even with her history with Walter, she never truly felt what it was like to have a husband's support.It was almost comical.However, the real irony hit her when she found herself envying the woman standing before her: her hair was a mess, her clothes were nothing special, and her face showed signs of time. After all, all Evangeline really wanted was as simple as it could get: a loving husband, a happy child, a family of three, and the occasional lively visit to her uncles' house.It was a shame, really, that such simple wishes see
"Whoever thinks they're the pretty boy must be the pretty boy, huh? The guy himself doesn't seem to mind, so why are you, an outsider, making a scene, Evangeline?" said Walter mockingly. Even his look at Hank was loaded with animosity.He knew exactly how to push Evangeline's buttons.Realizing she really was an outsider to Hank, she was at a loss for words. "You are absolutely impossible to reason with!"However, Hank just flashed a small smile and casually slung his arm around Evangeline's shoulder, pulling her in close. They looked cozier than ever. "Evie, why are you getting irritated over Mr. Walter Gordon? He didn't say anything bad, right?"Walter heard that and could not suppress a chuckle.'Pretty boy'—that was a pretty harsh burn where he came from. However, Hank brushed it off like it was nothing.Was Hank missing a few screws or something? Had the Foster brothers been so worried Evangeline would end up an old maid that they had set her up with a guy who could not take
"I will handle both matters properly and provide a clear explanation to all shareholders within a week."Walter's working style had always been swift and decisive. With just a few words, he managed to soothe the shareholders' concerns.As soon as he finished, the room erupted in thunderous applause. Praise followed closely behind, ringing out alongside the clapping.This was exactly the effect Walter had intended. With Alex gone and Walter regaining control of the company's management, the shareholders were fully convinced and showed no dissatisfaction.The meeting concluded.Walter was the first to return to his office.Unexpectedly, Emma followed him in without waiting for instructions.After entering the office, she stood across from his desk with her head lowered, looking hesitant as though struggling to find the words to speak.The sight annoyed Walter, and he decided to break the silence. "Ms. Carter, is there something you want to say?"Ever since discovering that Emma
Walter understood—Alex was handing the company over to him.Perhaps Alex finally regretted his decision to ally with a traitorous group.Emma, who had witnessed the entire upheaval, was still in shock. She stood frozen, staring blankly at the people around her, unsure of what to do.Noticing her dazed state, Walter did not seem upset. Instead, he chuckled lightly and reminded her, "Ms. Carter? The unwelcome guest has left. Why don't you close the door now? Our meeting is about to officially begin.""Of course," replied Emma softly with a lowered head. Nonetheless, her actions were swift as she moved to shut the meeting room door.Still, every step she took was unusually heavy, filled with trepidation and caution.For the first time, Walter saw a sense of complete submission in Emma's demeanor. Even so, he did not care about any of that.If it were not for David's severe injuries preventing him from attending the meeting, none of this would have fallen onto Emma's shoulders in th
"Go ahead, play it! Don't just grab some random video online and bring it here to slander me. I won't acknowledge it!"Walter found this response amusing."My dear brother, how can you be so certain that the video I have is just something I found online?"Alex's lips curved into a smirk. "There are no cameras in the CEO's office. Even if I did do something, it wouldn't have been recorded. Really, Walter, waving that USB drive like that—who are you trying to scare?"'Was Alex determined to deny everything until the bitter end?' thought Walter.Before he could respond, Emma stepped forward. "Exactly! I can understand your desire to return to the company, but you can't tarnish our CEO's name for your own selfish motives. Don't you agree?"Walter did not respond immediately.His sharp, dark eyes swept over both Emma and Alex before he calmly inserted the USB drive into the laptop he had prepared in advance.The video quickly appeared on the screen, but instead of projecting it onto
"Impossible! How could Mr. Alex Gordon possibly do such a thing?""Exactly! They're all part of the Gordon family. If Gordon Group collapses, how would that benefit him?""Well, you never know. Don't you remember what happened back then? Mr. Alex Gordon didn't leave Gordon Group voluntarily—he was forced out by Mr. Trey Gordon and Mr. Walter Gordon!"Everything was going smoothly, and then he was suddenly kicked out. Who wouldn't hold a grudge over that?"The crowd buzzed with speculation, including Emma, who had always been loyal to Alex.She looked at Alex in disbelief. "Mr. Gordon, what he said… it's not true, is it?"Her expression was complicated, tinged with visible disappointment.The reason she had helped Alex with those things was because she cared for him. She believed that he had returned to Gordon Group to achieve something great and that Trey and Walter were just thieves who had stolen the fruits of his labor.Walter's revelations seemed to suggest that Alex had be
Alex took a deep breath, his face darkening as he demanded, "Walter, you've been removed from the company. Grandfather personally stripped you of your authority in front of all the shareholders."You have no decision-making power in any company affairs. So, please leave my meeting room immediately. Thank you!"Contrary to expectations, Walter, despite being blatantly dismissed, remained unfazed. He sat firmly in his chair, unmoved."Yes, you and Grandfather forced me out of Gordon Group. But so what? Under your leadership, in these so-called traitor's hands, Gordon Group is on the brink of collapse."As a member of the Gordon family, am I supposed to just stand by and watch you drag Gordon Group into the abyss?"He leaned back slightly, his voice calm but sharp as a blade. "Or should I let these shareholders watch you use their hard-earned money to fill a bottomless pit—one that leads straight to an unmarked grave?"Alex's face paled at the accusation, and his hand trembled as he
"What's the point of all this arguing? Can it bring back the money? In the end, only Mr. Gordon can resolve the issue!"The room fell into a stunned silence. Everyone exchanged uncertain glances before they all turned, almost instinctively, toward Walter.Walter remained calm, casually raising his wrist to check his watch. "There's still one hour before The Bennex Corporation's press conference. Feel free to continue arguing if you'd like."But if you do, I won't stay to keep you company."The shareholders' faces turned pale, and their aggression completely dissipated."No, no, we don't know anything about these matters. You're the expert, sir. Please, tell us what to do."'What's this? Begging someone to help after shoving them out the door? Truly shameless.'Walter chuckled lightly. "I've already been removed from the company. I don't deserve to be called your president. The only reason I'm here today is because Gordon Group represents my grandfather's life's work. Watching it
Emma came along reluctantly, but she had to follow Alex's orders.Even as she stood beside Walter, her loyalty never wavered—she was Alex's person. Every action, every word, was meant to assist Alex, not this usurper Walter!Walter glanced at the woman beside him, his feelings mixed.The fact that Alex sent his personal assistant to him probably meant that he was aware of David's situation—hospitalized and severely injured. If Walter wanted to win this battle in front of the shareholders, he would have to handle everything himself.For the Gordon family, that was far too humiliating.Alex could be frighteningly stubborn sometimes yet inexplicably considerate at others.However, Walter had no interest in what Emma was thinking at this moment because…"Ms. Carter, if you want to help Alex, you'd better listen to me during today's meeting," he advised her, though his tone carried a hint of warning."Why should I?" Emma immediately stiffened, glaring at him defiantly.Walter smile
Alex's attitude had said it all, so why waste more words?Standing in front of Alex, Walter lit a cigarette. He would only smoke when his emotions were about to overwhelm him. Drawing on the cigarette, combined with the swirling smoke, helped calm him."Alex, I'll only ask you one question: how did your legs get injured?"Back when Alex left the Gordon family, he was perfectly healthy. By the time he returned, however, he was somehow wheelchair-bound.For a time, Walter had assumed it was just a ploy to gain sympathy. However, he realized that for a healthy person to willingly confine themselves to a wheelchair, the price was simply too high.He had sent people to investigate Alex's life abroad, but they found nothing. He had no choice but to ask in person.Alex chuckled softly. It seemed as though he had recalled something painful, as his eyes reddened.Suddenly, his expression grew firm. His thin lips curved slightly as he uttered two words:"Northern Montavia."Walter froze
"That's true." Alex chuckled, laughing with genuine amusement.When was the last time he and Walter spoke like this? For a moment, he could not recall."Walter, do you hate me?"Walter was puzzled. "Why would I?"Alex sighed deeply. "There are too many reasons..."Those reasons were Evangeline and the company. Even at this moment, clearly, he was the one who let the Bennisons infiltrate the company, yet his younger brother, Walter, had to clean up after him.As he listed these grievances, Alex felt like he was truly an unforgivable person, though he could not pinpoint exactly what he had done wrong.The feeling was deeply conflicting. Perhaps he would never figure it out in this lifetime.However, Walter swiftly answered, "I don't hate you, Alex. I pity you."His gaze fell on the wheelchair beneath Alex.A man who could walk on his own had to disguise himself as someone partially paralyzed for his own purposes. A man who could rely on himself needed help from others.What ki