Lucian put his phone away and refused to spare Calista another glance. He simply turned and got back into the car.She lagged slightly behind when the man impatiently said, "What? Do I need to open the door for you?"Despite his harsh tone, there wasn't much anger to be heard. It sounded more like he was venting his frustrations after having been wronged.Calista violently smacked her forehead with a resounding crack. Her skin immediately reddened from the impact. It was clear how harshly she had hit herself from the sound alone.Sure enough, the weather had been so cold that it froze her perceptiveness. Why else would she think that Lucian would feel wronged? She would sooner believe that spirits walked the earth.She opened the car door and got in. She couldn't help but rub her sore neck when her gaze landed on the console between the driver and passenger seats.Had she gotten into such an uncomfortable position on her own? Lucian noticed her gaze."If I had known you'd be thi
It had been six days past the New Year. Everyone had spent more than enough time with friends and family.It was going to be all hands on deck starting tomorrow. Jacob had organized a team-building exercise for the staff at the workshop that would take place at a golf course.They had originally planned on going mountain climbing. But after days of snow, the roads had become slippery. There were also a few workshop staff that were getting on in years.It led to a unanimous decision to switch to golf, a less intense sport. Those who didn't enjoy playing golf could go on a leisurely walk. Calista hadn't expected to run into Paul and Cade there.Both men were dressed in sportswear and seemed to have only just left the golf course. Sweat still beaded their foreheads. Paul noticed her first."What a coincidence, Calista. Here to golf?""The workshop is having a team-building event," she replied.Paul figured she had just arrived due to how neat she appeared. He jerked his chin to ges
"They want me as a designer for the CrossTime project and are offering 200 thousand dollars in design fees. I don't have to be on shift. Meetings will be conducted at my own time. They're also offering an advance on my paycheck."Yara choked.Once she recovered, she said, "Are you an idiot? That's such a good job opportunity. Why are you even thinking about it? Say yes! What boss is that amazingly generous ….? CrossTime project. CrossTime project," she muttered to herself twice.Then, she shot Calista a teasing look and winked."Isn't that the project the Bakers are working on? Did Paul come to see you?""Is the design fee that high?"Calista wasn't familiar with that particular sector. If the offer was unreasonably high, she wouldn't take the job. Despite her financial slump, that wasn't the way she wanted to earn money."It's alright. Nothing outrageous given your worth. Once the show gets broadcast and gets good ratings, you'll be a celebrity. Your presence could boost the pr
Zachary's breaths grew heavy."What is all this about a DNA test, Calista? You would rather trust a stupid machine than your father?"Calista held the brown paper envelope up to the lights overhead to try to make out its contents."Do you think I have a stepfather because I have a stepmother? Or, have I always had a stepfather?"He sucked in a breath."I know your aunt hasn't been treating you well, and your relationship with Nikolette isn't the best either. You have reason to resent me. But, to doubt that you aren't my daughter because of this …""I thought so too. That's why I decided to go on with the test. You called just in time. Let me read you the results.""Calista!" Zachary shouted to stop her.With how loud he got, his voice shifted in tone.There was a resounding rip. Calista had torn open the envelope to make sure he could hear her. She skimmed over a major chunk of unintelligible text and fixed her gaze on the test results."The test results state that the probab
Charlotte pouted. She didn't know how to respond. What she had done was impulsive. In hindsight, it was terrifying to think about.She cautiously turned to glance at Lucian. The longer she stared at him, the more delighted she felt. No one dared to save her then. Only he had jumped in. It was simply fate.The girl's infatuation was clear for all to see. Calista noticed, calmly retracted her gaze, and got back to placing her order.Seeing that Calista had only briefly paused when she noticed Lucian before resuming as usual, Paul didn't bother to ask if she wanted a change of tables."When are you planning to move your grandfather's grave, Calista? My grandfather knows a skilled fortune teller. If you need help, I can get the fortune teller to make a trip to Fort City. Or, we can have him moved here in Capeton. It'll be closer and you can visit him anytime you like."She didn't mention that grandfather's remains had already been moved by a certain someone with no sense of shame."
Lucian's remark brought a sudden hush, and an awkward silence settled over the table. Ironically, Lucian, the instigator of this awkward moment, seemed utterly unaware of the tension in the air. He maintained his composure and continued sipping his red wine with elegance. Finally, Calista's meal arrived.A handsome young waiter in a suit with a bowtie placed a delicately presented steak in front of her, his long and well-proportioned fingers gracefully leaving the edge of the plate. "You have beautiful hands," Calista complimented the waiter. His hands were model-worthy. Just yesterday, Lucas posted on his social media that he was looking for a stand-in male hand model. Calista wondered if this waiter might be a good fit. The waiter blushed, taken aback by the compliment.While it wasn't the first time someone had complimented his hands, it was the first time a customer had done so in person, especially coming from such an attractive young lady. "Thank you," he replied.
Calista grinned as she looked at the highly emotional Lucian and spoke mockingly, "Mr. Northwood, how can I repay the three million dollars if I'm not making money?" Lucian was surprised."I never asked you to repay." He had initially suggested that Calista repay the money to dissuade her from going through with the divorce. However, he didn't bring it up again once she was determined to divorce. Furthermore, the new divorce agreement he prepared didn't include that provision. Calista had rushed to sign the divorce documents without reading them carefully. Somewhat unexpectedly, Calista paused momentarily before speaking, "It's better to clarify. That money was originally agreed upon as a loan." "So, have you decided to work at Paul's company?" Lucian asked. "Yes," Calista replied. Lucian looked at her and chuckled softly, "Is it for the money or him?" Calista was annoyed. She snatched the contract from his hand before Lucian could mock her. "What does it have to do
The following day, Calista had just finished her lunch at Justa when Jacob approached her."Claude, want to grab a coffee? Someone's interested in meeting you." Jacob didn't provide details, but Calista had a hunch as they drove onto the familiar road. As she entered the private room, Calista was not surprised to see the man who often appeared on television and in various interviews."Mr. Beaumont," she greeted. It was none other than Augustus Beaumont, the Director of the country's most prestigious museum. Augustus looked at Calista and responded kindly, "You appear even younger and more beautiful in person than on television. I feel content seeing young talents like you in this field." Calista replied, "Mr. Beaumont, you're too kind. I still have much to learn from you. My grandfather told me I should grab any chance to see the artifacts you've restored. It's the only way to truly grasp the heights of this profession." Augustus chuckled and humbly responded, "Well, it's q