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
After they got in the car, Calista was about to lower her head to look at her ankle when Jordan bent down and grabbed her calf. She was enveloped by a strange scent. His long fingers pressed lightly around her swollen ankle, and Calista winced in pain, instinctively trying to pull her foot back. Jordan held her tight, lifted his head, and his gaze fell on Calista's tightly furrowed brow due to the pain.There seemed to be some intense emotion in his eyes, but when he looked at her, he returned to his usual self."Don't move." His hoarse voice was low and gentle. Jordan took off her shoes and gently rotated her foot. "Does it hurt?" Calista assessed it carefully. "It's not too bad." "No bone damage, but soft tissue bruising. You'll need to rest for at least a month." Jordan thought about how she had been hopping around just moments ago, and he welled up in anger. He couldn't control his temper for a moment and yelled, "You can't walk for at least a month." Calista
Calista was so embarrassed that she couldn't look Paul in the face. She glanced past his shoulder and glared at Jordan.She wasn't Paul's responsibility. Why should he be first in line to save her? To think Jordan had the nerve to accuse Paul of being too slow to act.He wasn't a bodyguard she hired to keep an eye on her all the time to make sure she never got hurt."How do you know Paul never arrived on time whenever I got hurt? This is the first time I've been injured since we met, Mr. Lancaster," Calista said.She wanted to see how Jordan was going to explain this."My enemies are the Northwoods. What's wrong with me getting to know my competition? I know how many times Ms. Everhart has been hurt and in what circumstances. I even know when your housemaid arrives for work and when she gets off." Jordan seemed proud."At least I don't sit back and watch the person I love being pushed around," Paul said.Jordan fell silent. The phrase sounded oddly familiar. He gave it some th