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
Renee looked at Carl in surprise. How did he know she wanted seafood bisque?Carl turned slightly and said calmly, "Go ahead, eat.""Okay." Renee nodded and took a spoonful of the soup.Seeing this, Travis's expression darkened as he gripped his fork tightly. Linda dabbed her lips with her napkin and gave a soft laugh. "Renee, why are you out dining with Carl? As someone older, I should remind you—there are certain things that shouldn't become habits. A woman's reputation is everything. You should keep a decent distance.“Renee's face went pale. She knew Linda was referring to the night she had spent with Carl. That incident had long passed, and no one in the Grey family dared mention it openly. Yet here was Linda, humiliating her at the dinner table in front of everyone.Just then, the sound of wine being poured filled the air. Carl calmly picked up his glass, his cold gaze settling on Linda."I wasn't aware I needed to explain my actions to outsiders. Don't you agree?" His use
When Travis mentioned "weakness," his eyes flicked meaningfully toward Renee. Growing suspicious, she was about to question him, but a deep voice cut through the tension."Renee."Carl approached with purposeful strides, his tailored black suit lending him an effortless authority that needed no embellishment. His mere presence seemed to change the air pressure in the hallway.Travis froze, his cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers, pinned in place by Carl's penetrating stare. Only the spark of defiance in his eyes remained alive.Carl, showing complete indifference, walked past Travis without acknowledgment and swept Renee up in his arms before turning to leave."Uncle Carl," Travis called out, his voice like ice.Carl stopped but didn't turn around.Renee glanced at Travis, unsettled by the growing obsession she saw in his eyes.Travis let out a bitter laugh. "Uncle Carl, I bet you don't know that Renee promised to leave the country with me if I agreed."Renee's ang
His fingers slid through her hair, a touch so gentle it almost felt tender.Renee clenched her fists, saying nothing, her body growing colder instead of warmer. She met his gaze and said firmly, “Having a physical relationship doesn’t mean anything. You don’t care, Uncle Carl, and neither do I. If I get the chance, I will leave.”“You won’t.”Renee’s whole body tensed, a slight tremble running down her spine. His words carried a clear threat. He knew her mother was still at the Grey family home.But before she could respond, Carl leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips—no force, no dominance, just a fleeting touch. As Renee stood there, frozen, Carl’s fingers pulled out the necklace she wore around her neck. The pendant dangled between them, its surface gleaming.He repeated softly, “You won’t.”Renee reached to snatch the necklace back, but Carl skillfully dodged her hand. “I forgot to take it off,” she muttered.“Hmm.” He didn’t press further, lifting her effortlessly
A loud slap echoed through the room, sending Annie sprawling onto the floor. Though her body ached all over, Annie didn’t dare make a sound.Yvette rushed to protect her daughter, pulling her into her arms. “What good does it do to hit her now? The most important thing is to make sure no one in the Grey family finds out about this!”Richard, still fuming, his chest heaving with anger, pointed a trembling finger at Annie. “Who is it? Who’s the man you’ve been fooling around with?”Annie, consumed with guilt, couldn’t bring herself to speak the truth. “Dad, don’t worry. No one will ever know about him, not even Mr. Grey. It’s over between us. The last time was just because I had too much to drink with Nancy Larson…”Hearing the name Nancy made Richard’s expression soften slightly. After all, the Grey family still needed Annie to maintain her connection with Nancy. For now, Annie was safe.“Figure out a way to get Mr. Grey to agree to invest in the Simmons family business,” Richard