Kyros stared at his phone. He imagined a scenario where Jordan called to question him after seeing the photos.The more he thought about it, the better he felt. A satisfied smile bloomed on his grim visage. However, the message seemed to vanish without causing a single reaction.There was a cold glint in his eyes as he stared at Calista's stunned expression in the photo. He lightly traced his finger over her neck."Annoying."With his lips slightly curled and his jaw lifted in arrogance, he appeared provocative; a far cry from the innocent demeanor he had displayed in front of Calista.He hailed a cab and headed straight to the Lancaster Group. The assistant, aware of Kyros' relationship with Jordan, didn't stop him. He instead went to knock on the door before Kyros could push it open.Kyros paused. He turned to the assistant standing nervously next to him and smiled."Are you my brother's new assistant?""Yes."He wasn't part of the president's secretarial department. Jordan
Ever since she received Kyros' call, Calista had been left feeling uneasy all afternoon. Yet, she couldn't pinpoint the exact reason for the unease. Perhaps it was a woman's intuition that set off her alarm bells.In the afternoon, Yara called her and invited her to dinner at her place. "My mom went on a trip to the grasslands recently and brought home a lot of beef and lamb. There's been rumors that eating frozen meat isn't good for you. So, we've been cooking it day in and day out. I think I'm starting to stink of meat."Calista couldn't help but chuckle. Even over the phone, she could tell that Yara was sniffing at her clothes. "It's almost winter. What if I put on a fur coat? They might think I'm a sheep that wandered out of its enclosure. You better come and help me with all this food.""Fine," Calista agreed.She happened to have a lot on her mind too. Yara would listen to her.The Quinns lived on an island in the center of a lake close to a wetland park. Calista parked
Calista shook her head, "I'm not sure." "Didn't you get him drunk last night?" Yara complained to her last night about Timothy’s sloppy proposal. They barely spent time together, yet he wanted to get a marriage license. At that time, she was dining with Jordan and didn't respond. "I did get him drunk. He's covered in injuries, all recent ones." Yara snorted disapprovingly. "You suspect that the Lancaster family has been abusing him?" If it was just to prevent Calista from recognizing him, why not remove a scar? There was no need to inflict him with full of scars. Now, he was known as the youngest son of the Lancaster family. Even though the Lancaster family has been down on their luck recently, they surely could afford the removal of a scar. Timothy said, "I know the Lancaster family. They do not beat someone up and leave them wounded." On the contrary, they are quite upright. He had finished his chess game at some point and was now walking over to them. Calista ask
After finishing their meal, Timothy left first to avoid being involved in another argument. Yara greeted her parents and quickly dragged Calista away. "Thank goodness you were here today, or my mom would have nagged me to death." Calista answered, "I think your aunt seems quite satisfied with Mr. Howard." "She's always like this, all smiles even when looking at a pig. She's always worried that I won't find a husband." "Are you not interested in Timothy?" Timothy was wealthy, handsome, and successful in his career. He wasn't involved in any scandals either. Apart from his sharp tongue, he was very patient with Yara. He was the perfect husband. Yara was about to light a cigarette and drive away when she suddenly turned serious, putting away her playful demeanor. "It's not that I don't like him. I'm a practical person. I don't want to invest my energy in someone who doesn't like me." "He came today not to meet the parents but because his aunt..." Yara added, worried that C
Jordan and Christine exited the private room and bumped into Hugo. Jordan almost blurted out, 'Dad,' but fortunately, his rationality prevailed. He held it back and politely nodded towards Hugo, his expression unchanged."Mr. Hugo." Hugo raised an eyebrow. "Do you know me?" "Of course! Who doesn’t? You’re the head of the Jacquez family in Apthon family." "Not only do you look like him, you’re a sweet-talker like him too." Jordan was speechless. Hugo should’ve done it behind his back if he wanted to insult him. Seeing that the two men had something to discuss, Christine excused herself and left. Hugo looked apologetic and said, "Mr. Lancaster, I'm sorry for intruding like this and interrupting your meal. I have an unpleasant request, and I was hoping you could help." Jordan stepped aside, gesturing with his hand towards the private room. "Let's sit down and talk inside. Mr. Hugo, you're being too polite. I’ll try to help in any way I can to your requests." After thi
Simon couldn’t figure out why he asked such a bizarre question. He was shocked out of his wits. He had been staring at the man but thought he carried himself elegantly.He wasn’t thinking about anything else. However, this was not the point. He didn’t understand Jordan’s purpose for asking him the question. "Mr. Lancaster ... " Jordan knew his mind was running wild by the looks of his hesitant appearance. He rolled his eyes impatiently and asked, "I'm asking you, if you were a woman, would you prefer his or my type?" He noticed Simon seemed to be just as clueless as that idiot David. They both could never read the room. Meanwhile, at Northwood Corporations, David, who was busy preparing documents for the auction, couldn't help but sneeze loudly, drawing the attention of the people in the office. David had always maintained a serious work ethic when working under Lucian. He wouldn't even fart, let alone sneeze loudly. On the other hand, Simon listened to the follow-up que
The man who appeared at the entrance of the meeting room was dressed in a light-colored suit, tall and well-built, exuding an unmistakable air of elegance. His face, resembling Lucian's, was concealed by a mask, and his slightly long bangs covered his forehead, leaving only his eyes visible. Furthermore, he appeared alongside the representative of the client’s company, seemingly engaged in a pleasant conversation. Calista breathed a sigh of relief seeing him wear a face mask, fearing Henry couldn't handle the shock. Jordan and Lucian didn't share the same aura, possibly due to their clothing and attire. So, it was challenging to connect the two as one without seeing their faces or having any direct interaction. However, Henry had heard in advance that he bore a striking resemblance to Lucian, so he couldn't help but steal a few glances. He asked Calista, "Is this the young gentleman from the Lancaster family who returned from the countryside last year? Is he really that sim
There were several thuds as the man fell down the stairs. Calista stood next to someone from the Northwood Corporation, who was also taken down a few steps when the accident happened, but fortunately, someone nearby managed to catch him in time. At the moment of the incident, Henry happened to be on the other side, speaking with his assistant, and thus he narrowly escaped the mishap. After the person tumbled down, there was a moment of silence. Someone turned on the flashlight on their phone and shone it downward, revealing a puddle of blood on the ground. Calista's back was still pressed against the metal railing of the stairs. She began to break out in cold sweat as she watched what happened. Her clothes clung to her, making her shiver. If someone hadn't held onto her just moments ago, she would be the one lying on the ground. Calista was overwhelmed by shock and couldn’t return to her senses. She tried to turn her head to look up at the person who held onto her. But as