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
After Paul left with Calista in his arms, Jordan and Kyros also left the outpatient clinic. The cowering Simon trailed after them.Kyros was throwing Jordan wronged looks. From his perspective, all he could make out were the man's cold and stern profile along with his prominent nose bridge."What's wrong, Jordan? Are you upset because of what happened with Ms. Everhart? Are you …?"He pursed his lips. A cold glint flashed in his eyes while Jordan wasn't paying attention. But, his innocent mask quickly slipped back into place."Are you jealous of Mr. Baker?"Jordan stopped in his tracks and turned to scrutinize Kyros."Are you in love with Calista Everhart? Why do you keep prying into my relationship with her?"Kyros was rendered speechless. That was certainly not the case. He was about to explain when Jordan cut him off."I know you might be interested in older women because you lacked maternal affection as a child. But, listen to me. This isn't right. If you can't distinguish
It was common practice to chat someone up and hook up in bars. If she had approached anyone else, they would either refuse or agree to the offer.But, Kyros was a severe germaphobe. He disliked having others touch him.He glared at the enchanting woman in his arms. He wasn't charmed at all. All he felt was filth covering his entire body. His once cheerful mood was now replaced by utter misery. He suddenly stood up.The woman swiftly clung to his neck. There was a shy look on her face. "There's no need to be so rude, sir. I was …""You fucking whore. You're going behind my back and hooking up with other men?" A voice drowned out the deafening music in the bar. "And, with an immature brat like him? I'm going to show you who's a better man between the two of us!"Kyros turned to explain, but he was met with a punch to the face.The assailant was burly. It was obvious from a glance that he was a professional fighter. The punch landed solidly on Kyros' face and nearly knocked hi
Timothy wasn't alone. Sitting across from him was a man in his early twenties. He had brown hair. Over-ear headphones were hanging around his neck.He was dressed in a sweatshirt and a baseball jacket over top. His jeans completed the look. He was clothed like an energetic young man.It was Yara's unreliable younger brother who was always in the hole. With the way he bowed his head and wagged his tail at Timothy, he'd be the definition of a dumb dog if he stuck out his tongue.Yara rolled up her sleeves and approached the duo."Jamie, aren't you supposed to be at school? What are you doing here?"Jamie was in the middle of discussing his plans to transfer to the law department. After almost being sent to jail by that scumbag, he realized that violence wasn't going to be enough.He had to understand the law. He needed to know how to make the law his weapon to send his bullies behind bars. Otherwise, he'd end up in prison himself.He was deeply engrossed in the conversation when h
Yara rolled her eyes at Jamie."Hurry back to school and attend your class, or I'll break your legs myself."Then, she turned to Calista."Are you ready to go?"Calista had rushed over the moment she received a call from Paul. She hadn't yet had dinner.It was only now that Jamie noticed that Calista was in a wheelchair. He had been entirely focused on his sister's show of tyranny."What happened to your foot, Calista?""I sprained it," Calista said.She turned to Timothy."Have a nice day, Mr. Howard."Timothy nodded."We know they've set a trap. There's no guarantee they won't tamper with electronic devices. If we need to discuss anything related to this, try to do it in person.“As a lawyer, he'd seen his fair share of dirty tricks. Calista recalled having discussed the possibility of Jordan being Lucian over the phone with Henry.Yara had planned to cook at first. But, with Calista's injured foot, going out became inconvenient. Since they were already outdoors, they de