The young man blushed and stammered, "My… my money is in the bank and my card isn't linked to my phone, so…"Timothy held his ground. "There's an ATM downstairs and I have a POS machine in my car. Which is more convenient for you?" The man hesitated for a few seconds and then looked at Yara for help. "Ms. Quinn…"He was a handsome young man with a slender and muscular figure. His looks alone would have attracted a large wave of fans if he had entered the entertainment industry. Yara couldn't help but sympathize when he stared at her with such pitiable eyes. She glanced at Timothy, who looked back at her coldly. "Do you have anything to say?"Her sympathy was helpless. She didn't dare confront Timothy recklessly. It wasn't worth arguing with Timothy over a handsome face that did not belong to her. She shook her head decisively.Timothy turned his gaze back to the young man. "Still hesitating?"The young man replied defiantly, "I owe Ms. Quinn money, not you. What's it got to do
Timothy noticed the gleam in her eyes when Lucian suggested he should break up with her. It clearly signaled her happiness about the idea. Yara remained silent. Even within the space afforded by a luxury car, she felt suffocated as the conversation took a serious turn. Despite her initial desire to break up with Timothy, she felt strangely nervous when he actually asked.Timothy continued to stare at her, seemingly determined to maintain eye contact until she answered. His eyes were pitch black, and his gaze was earnest.Yara cleared her throat nervously and said sincerely, "It's not that…I just want a warm boyfriend, not someone who only talks about principles and always educates me about the law like a… dad."She hesitated before uttering the last word. Her voice was soft but Timothy heard her clearly. Noticing his lack of reaction, Yara sighed in relief. She had finally spoken her mind. "I've spent the past twenty years at home getting scolded by my dad for waking up late…" s
It couldn't have been a wedding banquet, given how hurried and casual it sounded. Lucian had been away from Capeton for the past six months. Various rumors circulated in their social circle about his sudden departure. With his return, Selena had organized a banquet to dispel the ongoing rumors. It was also to provide Lucain an opportunity to reconnect with people.The banquet was held at the Everglade Manor. Calista accompanied Lucian as his wife and mingled with the crowd.She held his arm and watched as he effortlessly greeted and socialized with others. There were no signs of anything unusual.Before the banquet started, Calista had contemplated how to discreetly introduce the identities of the guests to Lucian, given that only a few people close to him were aware of his memory loss. She was concerned about the potential awkwardness if he couldn't recognize them. However, she soon realized it was unnecessary.Lucian not only knew how to address everyone, but he also engaged
Yara had always been outspoken and was never reserved with her thoughts. After being teased, she responded honestly. "Well, he is my current boyfriend. Of course, he'll be the first to come to mind if I think about getting married. I'm not a player."Calista nodded with a smile. "Okay, okay. I know you're loyal. So when are you planning to get married? We can do it together.""There are no plans yet. What if we date for another ten years? Lucian will tear me apart if you wait for me."Yara absentmindedly poked the cake on her plate. Her well-maintained skin showed no flaws under the bright light. "Since you've already registered your marriage, when are you planning to have your wedding? People don't know you're married. Those who want to use women as a stepping stone to get close to Lucian have already started taking action. I saw several women eyeing him eagerly earlier.""I'm not sure. We just came back and we're both too busy. When the time comes, you'll be the first to receiv
Calista glanced at Cade awkwardly as the conversation inside the restroom continued. He appeared surprisingly calm, despite being the main topic of their discussion.Calista lacked resilience and disliked eavesdropping, so she turned around and decided to leave. The sound of her heels caught Cade's attention, and he turned around to look at her. Just as she was about to speak, the restroom door swung open. The three individuals who had been conversing inside walked out, laughing and chatting. Their radiant smiles immediately froze as they saw Cade outside the door. "Mr. Carter… Wh—why are you here?"Cade chuckled. His tone was clear but cold. "Who were you calling a feisty one?"No one dared to respond. Nobody wanted to be the first to speak up and worsen things. Silence enveloped their surroundings, with the noise from the hall fading into the background. Calista couldn't muster the courage to break the silence amid the tense atmosphere. She stood there helpless and awkward.
Calista looked at the page that Lucian had turned to. The elegant handwriting differed significantly from his sharp and vigorous handwriting.She couldn't help but reminisce. It was the day she crouched between the couch and the coffee table. She had meticulously pieced together all of those forgotten memories. When she first learned about Lucian's illness, she was sad and worried. The sweetness that should've accompanied those memories was dulled. Now, with Lucian by her side in good health, her heart brimmed with sweetness despite his memory loss.Lucian became uneasy when he noticed her observing the diary silently. He was aware that Calista's handwriting resembled this, but her silence left him uncertain."Could it be that… you didn't write these?"Calista didn't want to entertain such a foolish question. He already knew the answer, and the handwriting easily confirmed it.The more she stayed silent, the more Lucian stubbornly pressed for an answer. "Callie, did you write
Kenneth seemed to have more to say, but someone had come for Calista. Thus, the unpleasant conversation came to an end.After he left, the intern who had approached her for advice asked in a teasing manner, "Hey, Ms. Claude. Kenneth is always hovering around you and acting all affectionate. Has he fallen in love with you?"Everyone in the museum knew that Kenneth hailed from a distinguished family. Although he hadn't flaunted it, he hadn't kept a low profile either. He had not majored in this particular field and showed no passion for the profession. He did not have to stay. Yet, not only had he stayed, he had even remained for a long time. Everyone knew that he had a hidden agenda.Calista frowned and rebuked, "That's not funny. I'm married. My husband is a possessive man who gets jealous easily."The intern smiled and immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, Ms. Claude. My tongue slipped. Don't tell Mr. Northwood about this. Otherwise, I'm done for."For the rest of the day, Kennet
"I looked into Kenneth Forger and found a name that seems familiar to me. I think…" Lucian started.He frowned and tried his best to remember. However, he couldn't recall any relevant clues. "I think I knew her."Calista wasn't surprised to hear that he had investigated Kenneth. The Forgers were well-known political figures. It was normal for their social circles to overlap."Who are you talking about?""Cailyn Webster. This name sounds somewhat familiar."Calista stiffened, but she quickly recomposed herself. She stared at the menu and tried her best to keep a straight face."I don't remember you knowing anyone by that name. If it sounds familiar, it's probably because it's a common name."Lucian stared at her. There seemed to be a lot going on in his mind. She couldn't tell if he believed her or not."I see…" The topic was quickly passed over with neither bringing it up again. However, Calista felt nervous and was absent-minded throughout the meal. Kenneth knew Cailyn? Sh
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,