The driver glanced at his phone. "I can take you through the neighborhood, but even if we skip a few traffic lights, I still can't guarantee we'll make it in half an hour.""Let's give it a try." There wasn’t a better option.The driver was quite efficient, managing to drop Renee off at a street near the studio in about half an hour. But as she got out of the car and looked at her swollen ankle, Renee frowned. She couldn’t be sure what Annie might think if she saw her injured ankle, so Renee needed a believable excuse. As she thought about it, her eyes fell on a nearby concrete planter. Gritting her teeth, she rubbed her swollen ankle against the rough surface. The pain was so intense it made her break into a cold sweat as she sat down on the ground.Clenching her fists to endure the pain, she dialed Wendy’s number. Right now, she needed a witness. Wendy would be perfect for that. After all, Wendy had to be the one who had tipped off Annie, so having her as a witness was ideal.
Inside the car, Annie had already spotted Renee and deliberately kissed Carl in front of her. She wanted to make it clear to Renee that just because she’s in bed with Carl, it didn’t mean anything—Annie Simmons was the woman Carl had ultimately chosen.But before Annie's lips could land on Carl’s cheek, he raised his arm and blocked her approach.Annie froze for a few seconds, then looked at him with a hurt expression. "Carl, what's wrong?"Carl calmly pulled out a tissue and wiped the spot on his sleeve where Annie had brushed against. "That lipstick color doesn’t suit you," he said casually.Annie’s face turned pale. She instinctively pressed her lips together, and her hands clenched the fabric of her dress. Carl glanced at her sideways. "Why are you so nervous?"Annie, visibly startled, forced herself to relax. "N-no, I’m fine. I think I just ate too much at afternoon tea—my stomach feels a bit off. But since we’re coworkers, I had to show some courtesy.""Oh? I thought it w
The driver immediately pulled the car over, keeping his eyes straight ahead without looking back.Carl exhaled a puff of smoke, speaking calmly. "I warned you not to push your luck. You've already gotten what you wanted.""Get out. Your driver has been following us the whole time."Carl's words sent Annie into a panic. She had told Carl that her driver had an accident and couldn't make it, which was why Carl came to pick her up. Now that her lie had been exposed, it felt like a slap in the face. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but the thought of just getting out of the car made her unwilling to give up.She refused to believe that Carl had no feelings for her. Even if there was no love, surely there had to be desire, right? What did Renee have that she didn’t?With that thought, Annie threw herself into Carl’s arms, tears brimming in her eyes. She clung to him, disregarding her image, and tried to press her body against his. "Carl, don’t treat me like this. I love you."Carl’
Renee used her phone to call for a ride, but she’d forgotten that she had set the pickup location at the intersection earlier in the day. By the time she realized, the driver had already accepted the ride. She had no choice but to endure the pain and hobble her way to the intersection.Every step was agony.Just then, Wendy came out of the studio. Renee called out, "Wendy, could you..." Before she could finish asking for help, Wendy cut her off, her eyes fixed on Renee’s injured foot."Sorry, Renee, my mom hurt her back at work this afternoon. I need to rush to the hospital. I really can't help you right now, I have to go," Wendy said, her face showing concern, but the glint of amusement in her eyes betrayed her.She was clearly hoping Renee would trip and fall right there, and if that happened, she’d make sure to record it and upload it to the school's online forums, where everyone could see the “goddess” making a fool of herself.She already had her phone set to camera mode, r
Chris, just like before, spoke with a lively, upbeat tone that made him seem full of energy and optimism. His manner of speaking was almost like a comedian performing a skit. It was hard to believe that this was the same person who had been so wild when he and Annie were all over each other. If Renee hadn’t already seen through his facade, she might have fallen for his charm like everyone else did, believing friendship with Chris would be nothing but fun and laughter. There was a time when she even thought the terrible things Chris did in their previous life were because Carl had forced him. Now she knew better - he’d done it all willingly.When he performed surgery on her daughter Sarah, he never intended for her to survive. Back then, Sarah was the only link between Renee and Carl. Because of the child, Carl couldn't just abandon them. So, while he pitied Annie and her son, who weren’t publicly acknowledged, he secretly worked to get rid of Renee and her daughter. And with Chris
A prescription over a thousand? That couldn’t be possible!When Chris was with Annie, he wore a leather jacket with a professional racing team’s logo on it. Out of curiosity, Renee had even looked it up online. Though she wasn’t entirely sure about the logo, she couldn’t find any racing team associated with Chris. Instead, she found lots of details about professional racers, and one strict requirement stood out—vision. Someone with such severe nearsightedness couldn’t possibly qualify as a professional racer.For a moment, Renee was unsure what to believe. Was this some kind of trick from Chris? She pondered this for a few seconds, then glanced up at him. Chris had turned to examine the X-rays, giving her a clear view of his glasses from the side. Looking through his lenses made Renee feel dizzy—it was obvious the prescription was real. Plus, Carl hadn’t reacted to Chris wearing glasses, which meant this wasn’t surprising to him. Chris really was nearsighted.Chris pointed t
Before Renee could say goodbye, her wheelchair was swiftly turned around, leaving Chris's office behind.By the time they got downstairs, evening had fallen. The chauffeur, spotting them, hurried to open the car door.“Uncle Carl, I can just call for a ride,” Renee said, pushing herself up from the wheelchair. "No need to trouble yourself."But as soon as she took a step, her leg buckled beneath her, and she found herself falling toward the man in front of her. Carl caught her just in time.How mortifying!Renee kept her head down, too embarrassed to look up.Above her, Carl's deep voice held a note of amusement. "Falling for me already? Or is this your way of asking for another Christmas bonus?"Renee bit her lip, unable to argue. Since joining the Grey household, Carl had always been generous with holiday bonuses and gifts.Still holding her, Carl pulled her closer, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're quite polite to others," he remarked."Thanks," Renee muttered awkwardly
Just as Renee was about to turn around, she heard a familiar voice."Uncle Carl, it's been a while. Good to see you're doing well."It was Travis.His voice was gentle as always, almost too soft, as if kindness saturated every word—even though his tone carried an obvious challenge to Carl.Renee slowly raised her eyes, meeting Travis's gaze as he approached.Travis wore his usual smile and softly called out, "Renee."To her, his voice felt as cold and calculated as a snake silently approaching its prey."Travis," she responded frostily.Susanne had told her that Linda had taken Travis back to her family's estate, claiming they needed to care for her aging parents. Now, Travis worked as a strategic advisor for the Clark family, rarely involving himself in Grey family affairs. This apparent betrayal had left Michael fuming for days.Meanwhile, backed by the Rockefeller family's influence, the Clarks had gained considerable power in the business world and no longer showed Carl an