The brand representative for the gown Jennifer wore rushed to the Lance residence. Their gown had suffered a significant failure, and it had happened to the Lances! Naturally, no one would take this lightly.By the time Jennifer and Maxwell arrived home, the representative was already waiting for them."Mrs. Lance, I'm truly sorry for the trouble this has caused. It's entirely our responsibility," the brand representative apologized. "Honestly, our gowns are all custom-made, and we've never encountered a situation like this before."Would you mind changing out of it? We'd like to take it back for inspection and figure out what went wrong. We promise to provide you with a satisfactory answer."Seeing their earnest effort to resolve the issue, Jennifer decided not to ask Maxwell to make things difficult for them.…When Laura visited Harry at Haven City Prison, she was struck by how absurd her thoughts that day had been.This was Simon, after all. How could he possibly be at someo
Simon stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the sprawling beauty of Haven City. Even his stance carried a coldness that made people hesitate to approach. No, it wasn't just coldness; it was sheer cruelty.Laura couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. "Why, Simon? Why are you doing this to me?" she questioned.Her voice cracked and tears streamed down uncontrollably. "If you didn't want me to see my father, you could've just said so! He's getting older. Why do you have to torment him like that?""Did I ever tell you how much I hate being threatened? Laura, you had the nerve to threaten me last night. Did you really think you could get away with that? You can leave, but what about your father?" Simon's lips barely moved, but his words came out calm and sharp.Each word was like a knife, cutting deeper with every syllable. Helplessness and despair gripped Laura so tightly she could hardly breathe."Don't you have a father? How would you feel if so
Simon's lips curled in disdain as he gripped Laura's chin. "Next time, remember to strip before you beg me. Got it?" he hissed, each word laced with cruelty.The humiliation hit Laura like scalding water, burning from the inside out. At that moment, she finally understood her place. She was nothing to him.How naive she had been to think she could threaten him by saying she'd leave the night before.With a wry smile, she lowered her gaze in resignation. Her fingers trembled as they found the zipper of her dress.She moved slowly and deliberately. Her beauty, heightened by her vulnerability, ignited a fire of desire within Simon.He reached for the remote and lowered the curtains. In the next second, he lifted her onto the desk.Laura was terrified. She hadn't expected him to stay in the office. He didn't even bother to head to the lounge.Tears welled in her eyes, and her heart shattered into pieces. Yet, she had no choice but to please Simon, to prove her sincerity.…By the
Suddenly, a face flashed through Jennifer's mind. She didn't want to believe it, but if the designer was right, she couldn't think of anyone else with a reason to do it—except Madison!After seeing the designer out, Jennifer summoned Madison. The young woman stood before her with her head down, looking anxious and timid."Mrs. Lance, did you need me?" Madison asked nervously.Jennifer's eyes turned cold as she demanded, "Madison, did you touch my gown after it was delivered yesterday?"Madison froze momentarily. Then, she shook her head, wide-eyed and innocent. "No, I didn't. What's wrong, Mrs. Lance?""Look at me." Jennifer's voice sharpened. "I'll ask you one more time. Did you touch my gown?""I didn't!" Madison burst into tears, her voice filled with hurt as she inquired, "What's going on, Mrs. Lance? I swear I didn't touch any of your things!"Right then, Camila descended the stairs, her voice laced with irritation. "What's with the commotion? Can't I get any peace around h
"Mrs. Lance, please don't call the police, okay? I-I was just curious. I'd never seen such an elegant gown before. I only wanted to take a closer look. But it wasn't me who ruined your dress," Madison explained.Camila finally sighed in relief. Thankfully, Madison still had some sense in her.However, Jennifer wasn't convinced. Her sharp gaze pierced through Madison's guilty expression, and she questioned sternly, "If that's true, why didn't you say so when I asked earlier? If you didn't do anything wrong, why did you lie and claim you never touched my gown?" Under the weight of Jennifer's relentless questioning, Madison broke down in tears. "Mrs. Lance, I swear, I didn't damage your dress! I only opened the box to take a look. If you think it was me, then show me some proof!"Seeing her reaction, Jennifer chuckled. "What's the matter? Dropping the innocent act already? I almost believed you were just a sweet, naive girl. But it seems when it really counts, you're just a stubborn
Maxwell was somewhat surprised. "Are you saying Madison ruined your gown? Why would she do something like that? There must be some kind of misunderstanding."Madison had always seemed so shy and quiet—barely able to lift her head. Could she really be capable of something like that?Jennifer glanced at him and replied, "Maybe you should ask your mother. Find out why she brought Madison here in the first place. What's she really up to?"Maxwell went quiet for a moment. He thought it over before finally nodding. "If Madison really has bad intentions, there's no way she can stay."With that, he patted Jennifer on the shoulder. "I'll talk to my mom and make sure she sends Madison away."His response caught Jennifer off guard, and warmth spread through her as she asked, "You believe me? You're really going to take my side?""You're my wife. Of course, I'm on your side. Who else would I be with?" Maxwell responded gently. "Don't read too much into this. Madison probably acted out of her
Maxwell calmly listened as Camila vented her frustrations. Moments later, his gaze fell on Madison, who had kept her head down and remained silent the entire time.He approached her slowly, casting a condescending glare. "Everything happened because of you. I can't tolerate anyone who brings trouble into this house. I don't care why you did that, but you need to leave by tomorrow. Otherwise, we'll have to call the police.""No, Mr. Lance! It really wasn't me! I didn't do anything!" Madison dropped to her knees, and her face twisted in distress.Her voice broke with sobs as she continued, "I don't understand why Mrs. Lance would accuse me. I swear, I didn't do anything! You and Mrs. Lance have been so good to me. How could I ever do something like that?"Maxwell felt a surge of irritation as her cries filled the air.Right then, Camila stepped in to defend Madison. Her finger trembled as she pointed at them. "Now I see what it's like to be pushed aside after getting married!"You
As he listened, the weight of guilt pressed down on Maxwell. He then lowered his head to kiss Jennifer. "You should have told me sooner. The truth is, I've stayed in this villa all this time because it was a gift from my grandfather when I turned 18. I've been living alone ever since. Before I met you, this place felt like just a house, but now it feels like a home for both of us."The thought of Robert brought tears to Jennifer's eyes, leaving her engulfed in sadness.She wondered how different things might have been if Robert were still alive. Would Camila still have the audacity to make things difficult for her at every turn?Maxwell wiped away Jennifer's tears and said softly, "You're right. There are too many painful memories here. Let's move to a new place. As long as you're happy, I'm all in. But…""But what?" Jennifer asked with curiosity.Maxwell playfully pinched her cheek before replying, "I've been waiting a long time for our marriage certificate. Honey, we must take