Neither spoke. Their breaths were heavy. Calista was pissed off.She couldn't see Lucian's expression, nor did she have the time to speculate what sort of mood he was in. It took her half a minute to somewhat calm herself."The contract has already been signed. You can't go back on your word."The man responded to her in a calm and deliberate tone."There is no followup partnership. This signing is not considered a success. Why don't you go ahead and ask Marcus Packard if he's still interested in working with the Northwood Corporation?"Marcus would certainly be willing to do so. His company's future was far more important than his pride. But after what he had done to her, how could she? She was boiling with anger."Lucian Northwood, have you no shame?"Lucian had probably never been scolded like this before in his life.His voice was cold as he spoke, "And, where have your manners gone, Calista Everhart?"The woman sneered and didn't hesitate to retort."Fed to the pigs, no
The women who were in the midst of a heated discussion were startled by his voice. They reflexively turned around and hid the phone behind their backs."Umm … Mr. Brown."David wasn't a stern man. But he was Lucian's assistant and represented him. Lucian was known to dislike employees gossiping in the office even during break times."We'll go to the Finance Department and write ourselves up. Can you please turn a blind eye to this? I accidentally opened it. So, I took a tiny peek."David frowned and persisted with his question."What is that program called? Answer my question. I'm not interested in your nonsense."The female secretary cursed him internally for being nosy and answered, "It's something about craftsmanship."The documentary was about traditional crafts of intangible cultural heritage. The first episode featured conservator restorers.But what had him interested in the program wasn't its contents. It was the person who never showed their face from beginning to end.
Lucian caused a commotion when he threw the door open. It prompted Calista and Bryan to look up and over at him.The man was tall. Simply standing at the door blocked out much of the daylight. His handsome features were stern and cold. The way he gazed at her was as if he were going to freeze Calista through!The woman was surprised. She straightened herself and asked with a frown, "What are you doing here?"Her impatient tone and undisguised expression spelled a clear message. Bryan quietly let out an exhale.During that brief moment, his heart had been beating uncontrollably. Even now, traces of her subtle fragrance lingered in his nostrils. It was oddly captivating.He worried that his irregular heartbeat would be heard by others. Embarrassed, he gulped.Lucian had been in charge of Northwood Corporation for years. He had encountered countless people. It only took him one look at Bryan to know what the man was thinking.He wore a smile that didn't reach his eyes and coldly mo
It was Saturday the next day. There was no work to do. Calista slept in till it was 11:30 am before calling and making a lunch appointment with Yara. She felt stifled after Lucian had angered her last evening. It seemed that staying away from that douchebag was the only way for her to survive!The women decided on having Palaiseau cuisine at a restaurant owned by one of Yara's clients. She wanted to show her support.Yara looked at the formally dressed doormen who were standing upright. She clutched her purse as she stood in front of the magnificent restaurant.She muttered, "There goes all my money. The food here is ridiculously pricey. If I weren't here to support the business, I would stay away from this place."Calista giggled."Where would they get the money to buy antiques if it weren't expensive?""You're right." Yara took Calista's arm. "Let's go. Let me show you how your best friend spends money like water."The restaurant was decorated with 360-degree panoramic glass
"Miss, what are you doing? You can't touch the piece unless you're buying it!" the security guard in charge of the area yelled out. "Put that painting down, or you'll be treated as a thief!"Calista was startled by the cry that echoed throughout the floor. It was only then that she realized she had taken the painting off its hook at some point.She grew aware of how tense she was.She hurriedly suppressed her complex emotions and said hoarsely, "I apologize. I got a little too excited …. I would like to buy this painting. Can you please help contact the seller?" The skeptical security guard called for the person in charge. They promptly arrived after learning that she wanted to buy the painting. They contacted the person who provided the painting.Knowing that the person who offered up the painting was at the exhibition, the person in charge said, "There's a buyer here who would like to buy the painting you put up for sale, Ms. Everhart. Would you like to come to discuss the pric
Calista, assuming that Lucian was acting up again, rolled her eyes and walked away.It was a man's inherent possessiveness at play. They couldn't tolerate anyone coveting what belonged to them. What was theirs was also not permitted to take a fancy to anybody else.She understood that much. Even if Lucian appeared jealous, she wasn't fazed. But, before she had even taken a few steps, he grabbed her by the arm.The man's grip was powerful. It felt as if he intended to crush her wrist! She clicked her tongue. Her brows were furrowed in pain. Even her voice sounded strained."Let go."It was only then that he regained his senses. He loosened his grip slightly but didn't let go. The look on his face was icy."Come," he tersely said."I'm at work …"However, Lucian didn't give her the right to refuse. He dragged her along."You married my sister, Mr. Northwood. You didn't give her any money?"Nikolette's accusatory words could be heard from behind them. Anyone who was not in the k
Calista gave him a look of disbelief."We're getting a divorce soon. Why would I call for someone who's going to be my ex-husband soon to back me up? Do I look that crazy?"What was most important was that a ruthless businessman like Lucian would never act as a shield for free. He would take a pound of flesh in return even if he did.She didn't want to add to the already massive debt of three million dollars.Lucian pulled out of the parking lot as she was speaking. He had a cigarette in his mouth. He narrowed his eyes and gave her a mocking smile."So, you don't want me there to back you up but, you're fine with Paul being there instead."She took a deep breath. She already knew that was what he was caught up on."Our marriage had always been business from the start, Lucian. The so-called deal is that we put up an act when we're together. But in private, we don't interfere with each other's lives. When the contract expires, we part ways.""So?""So," A bold smile spread across
Calista smiled despite her anger."Sounds good. You should pick a Malinois. Those look strong."She paused before adding suggestively, "But nowadays, you often find people who look good on the outside but are ultimately useless. Humans are that way. What of animals?"Lucian's nerves were on the verge of snapping. He pinched his brows and spoke with displeasure, "Get down."She held out her hand."Return my phone."The man's gaze lowered onto her fair palm."Are you more concerned for your phone or for the man who calls you?""Will it kill you to not be an asshole for once, Lucian? You dragged me out of the cultural center. I couldn't even get my coat. I don't even have money on me. Do you expect me to walk back from here?"The cultural center was a distance away from the main city and was even farther from where she lived. His expression lightened up after her explanation. He handed her the phone he kept in his coat pocket."If you …"If she bent to his will, she wouldn't ha
With Cade covering Cameron's mouth, there was no chance for her pointed words to offend anyone in the room. His palm was cool to the touch. It was a sensation she disliked. So, she couldn't help but tilt her head.When Cade noticed her movements, he gently stroked her cheek as if he were calming a child who was throwing a tantrum.Victor spent years in a position of authority, giving him an air of unspoken authority. His gaze hardened, and his lips pressed into a firm line as he watched Cade. "Cade, don't jeopardize the long-standing relationship between our families over a woman.""If that's how you see it." Cade glanced at the door. "Aren't you doing the same for a woman?"Victor snorted contemptuously. "How can a cheap girl who was merely adopted be worth anything compared to Mirabelle?""How is my daughter, a Yorksworth, worth any less than yours?" Blaire stood at the doorway as she took in the occupants of the home with her sharp gaze. She had been feeling restless ever sin
Mirabelle frowned. "Excuse me?"As soon as she finished speaking, Cameron walked up to her, grabbed her by her hair, and forcefully bent her over.Cameron held up the guest list Monica had sent her and shoved it in Mirabelle's face. "Call them. Tell them to be there by 3:00 p.m., or else…"She tightened her grip threateningly. "You can kiss this head of hair goodbye."Mirabelle pressed down on her scalp where it had been pulled, her voice distorted with pain when she spoke."Let go, Cameron! Are you out of your mind?""Didn't I tell you not to involve anyone else in our feud?""Can't take it anymore?"Mirabelle endured the pain of turning her head to flash a disdainful sneer at Cameron."This is just the appetizer. If you go against me, you'll eventually crawl out of Capeton with your tail between your legs. I'll call your business partner right now and pin the catastrophic failure of this event on you…"Seeing Mirabelle's condescending expression brought Cameron back to the
The kiss lifted the dark cloud that hung over Cade's mood over the past few days.The next day, as Fabian brought in documents for him to sign, Cade asked, "When is Cameron's show?"Fabian was taken aback for a split second but quickly replied. Fortunately, he was well-prepared and kept track of Cameron's events for the year in advance."Has the invitation been delivered?"Fabian swallowed, almost wanting to laugh to mock Cade. Given Cade's strained relationship with his wife, Cameron would sooner invite a dog than have him around. However, all Fabian could do was revel in Cade's misery in his mind while keeping a businesslike facade."It was probably already delivered. The front desk brought in a stack of mail yesterday. I haven't sorted it out yet."He had already sorted out the mail this morning. Everything had gone straight to the trash."Clear my schedule for the day. Make reservations at a restaurant for a celebratory dinner.""Yes, sir."On the day of the show, Monica
That was obviously an excuse to get Cade out of the picture. Knowing what Mirabelle had done to Cameron in the past, leaving the two of them alone was out of the question. Besides, it wasn't convenient for him to move the car, so he refused without a second thought."Get the attendant—"However, Cameron cut him off before he could finish."Ms. Ackerman is a guest. You should fulfill her requests if she has any."Cade cast her a cold glance. "Shut up." Why should he dance to Mirabelle's tune?Cameron stared at him. "Run along."He gritted his teeth as rage crossed his face. After a brief pause, he sneered and turned to leave. As soon as the door shut behind him, Mirabelle's calm expression slipped. "Did you make me come here just to show off how much you two love each other?""You call that love? I think we have different definitions of what 'love' is then. He's nothing more than…" Cameron's fingers lightly traced the cup's rim as she smirked and said, "A lap dog.""You fu
Cameron crossed her arms over her chest and gave the bouquet in Cade's hands a nonchalant glance."What are you trying to pull, Mr. Carter?""Fabian said it was Women's Day today.""So what?"There was silence all around. The sound of soothing music could be heard through the door. Cade was silent for a while. "We're not getting a divorce, Cameron."It was the same old topic that Cameron had grown too weary of. She turned around and felt for the cigarette box on the table. There was already a layer of cigarette butts in the ashtray next to it. Judging by the color of the lipstick marks, more than half of them were hers.Cade frowned. He clearly disapproved of her smoking but kept himself from stopping her.Smoke curled from between her lips. The flickering embers of the cigarette reflected in her eyes, softening her indifferent gaze. Through the thin haze, Cameron's lips curled into a wide, unrestrained smile. Every time she smiled in this way, it always filled Cade with a
Cade began unbuckling his belt as he spoke. When it came to this sort of thing, men often had a strong sense of competition, especially in the presence of a woman they were interested in."Such a dark atmosphere isn't right for our situation."Cameron didn't like him to begin. In such a dark atmosphere, there was no telling what kind of grotesque creature she might imagine him to be. It would be strange if she felt attraction for him.She leveled a steady stare at him. Cade's shirt was half undone, showing his tense muscles underneath. Under the influence of alcohol, his skin took on a faint reddish hue. There was a heart-pounding tension in the air as if something was about to ignite. Occasionally, his slightly heavy breaths could be heard."You haven't been working out recently, have you?" Cameron asked.Cade was confused.Cameron pressed her hand against his chest, right below his ribs, and gave it a little push. After a moment, she commented, "Your muscles are a little soft
Cade tossed his phone onto the table in frustration when he saw who entered. He pressed his hand against his brow."Leave. You should see Diane for a work uniform.""Are you feeling unwell, Mr. Carter?" Rosalia approached the desk with a glass of milk in hand. "I learned how to give massages. Why don't I…" "Get out."Cade abruptly got to his feet and avoided Rosalia's outstretched hand, causing the milk to spill all over him. He glanced down at his now-stained shirt with a dark expression and pressed his lips tightly together. After a long pause, he asked through clenched teeth, "Did my wife ask you to send this up?" Every syllable was pronounced with the gnashing of teeth.Rosalia froze under his piercing gaze."It really was Mrs. Carter who asked me to bring it to you, sir," she stammered."Leave. From now on, you will not enter my study unless you have permission."Rosalia had come to work as a housekeeper to land herself a wealthy husband. She had even bribed the manager
On the next day, Cameron was discussing the fashion show with Monica when she suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind. "Cammie…" It was Blaire.Although Monica didn't fully know about Cameron's past, she didn't like Blaire at all. What kind of mother wouldn't protect their own child, after all?However, it wasn't appropriate for her to intervene as much even though she was Cameron's close friend. After all, it was Cameron's family matter.Monica stood up with her notebook in hand and said, "Well, I just remembered that there's still a few more invitations to send, so I'll go and take care of that. Let's discuss more about the fashion show later."After saying that, she glanced at Blaire and left without even greeting her.Cameron got up and nodded at Blaire. "Is something the matter?"She thought that her distant attitude last night had made it clear enough that she didn't want any more involvement with the Yorksworth family. She didn't expect that Blaire would come and loo
Cameron pushed the door open. She looked tired as she laid down her bag. As she changed her shoes, she caught sight of the food on the dining table out of the corner of her eye."Diane, didn't I tell you I wasn't coming back for dinner? Why did you make so much food?"Diane glanced upstairs. "It's for Mr. Carter. He hasn't eaten yet."The moment Cade was mentioned, Cameron dropped the topic. She rubbed her sore shoulder as she headed upstairs. "I see.""Madam…" Diane called out hesitantly, looking troubled. "Mr. Carter asked you to call him down for dinner when you got home.""Me? Call him down for dinner?" Cameron stopped in her tracks and turned around in confusion. "Why?""Mr. Carter seems to be upset. Did you two have another fight?""So If he's in a bad mood, I'm supposed to go upstairs and invite him down to eat? Should I also say 'Your meal is ready, my liege!' while I'm at it?" Cameron scoffed. Her sarcastic smirk quickly faded. "He can eat if he wants. If he doesn't,