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
With the rise of modern trends, men's jewelry had become increasingly popular in recent years. Some men even cared more about the design of their jewelry than women did. So, designing jewelry for men wasn’t unusual. What surprised Renee wasn’t the idea of men's jewelry—it was the fact that Leon Clark had specifically sought her out. A man of his status, always concerned with building connections, would typically go to someone like Annie instead. The thought made Renee uneasy, her eyelid twitching as a sense of foreboding settled in.Leon took a sip of his tea before speaking slowly. “The Clark family is hosting a celebration banquet this week. I recently acquired something valuable and thought it would be fitting to have it designed into a piece to wear for the occasion.”Ms. Xander’s curiosity was piqued. “I wonder what this valuable item is…”Leon clapped his hands, and a bodyguard entered the room, carrying a briefcase cuffed to his wrist. After unlocking the handcuffs, the bod
In Renee’s bag was still the watch Carl had left her. She couldn’t understand why he had given it to her. As she mulled over this, Annie raised her wrist for everyone to admire. Wrapped around her pale arm was a wide, diamond-encrusted watch, with rubies set at intervals along the band. Even the dial was covered with rubies and white diamonds, making it difficult to see the numbers. The watch looked like a sparkling ribbon of starlight on her wrist. Anyone with an eye for luxury could tell at a glance that Annie’s watch had come from an auction house, a rare piece not easily found on the market—and definitely not cheap.A colleague, holding Annie’s arm, exclaimed, "This looks like an antique, the craftsmanship is extraordinary, and it suits you so well. Mr. Grey must have really put thought into this! It must have cost a fortune, right?"Annie withdrew her hand and glanced at Renee’s wrist, a smug smile playing on her lips. "It’s priceless because it’s from the heart. I love it,
A name flashed in Renee’s mind—Chris Percy.She had underestimated just how well Chris could disguise himself. But now was not the time to dwell on it; she needed to think of a way to handle the situation.Feeling a bit unsettled, Renee grabbed a cup of coffee and left the break room. As she neared her desk, she saw Annie standing nearby.Quickly, Renee approached. "Miss Simmons, is there something you need?"Annie pointed casually at the phone on Renee’s desk. "Got yourself a new phone?"Just as Annie was about to reach for it, Renee quickly grabbed the phone. "No, just got a new screen protector."“Hmm.” Annie didn’t press further and turned to walk back to her desk.Renee, however, swiftly tucked her phone into her bag.…During her lunch break, Renee took a cab to a phone repair shop. The owner examined her old phone, which had fallen into water, and frowned.“Miss, this phone is over three years old. I don’t carry screens or batteries for this model anymore, and I’d have
With a sharp clank, the car window didn’t shatter—in fact, it didn’t even crack.Renee clutched the car door, momentarily unsure of what to do. Then, the window slowly lowered, revealing a pair of cool, piercing eyes staring at her. Almost simultaneously, the car door opened, and a long arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her right off the ground. The next second, the man swung his leg and kicked away the one who had approached her.Seeing Carl, the men immediately turned and ran, pulling each other along. Carl cast a quick glance at Jackson, who nodded subtly and slipped away.Watching the two flee, Renee finally let out a small sigh of relief—until she heard a low, stern voice right above her.“What’s going on?”Renee pursed her lips, words catching in her throat. She could almost bet Annie had sent those men. Her phone must have been too new; Annie must’ve noticed, and they’d come to grab her old one.But would Carl believe that? Not a chance. He’d spent a fortune on Annie b