"Mr. Bamford, isn't that Mrs. Bamford?" Erica spoke cautiously. In contrast to her somewhat anxious expression, she was secretly thrilled and was barely able to contain her excitement.Dexter's gaze was locked on the slender figure behind the floor-to-ceiling glass. He took out his phone and dialed Angela's number. Then, he watched as she pulled out her phone, glanced at it briefly, and casually hung up his call.The two business associates who were with Dexter asked tentatively, "Mr. Bamford, what's going on? Why aren't we leaving?" Erica responded on his behalf, "Mr. Hart, Mr. Levin, please come this way. Let's take a look at the other facilities in the mall." At that moment, Angela was still unaware of the impending danger."Are you really giving me this painting? Can you bear to part with it just like that?" Finn smiled as he admired Angela's artwork, obviously delighted.Angela raised an eyebrow. "Why? You don't want it? If that's the case, I'll take it back." She reac
Angela seemed oblivious as she sat calmly on the couch and sipped her now-cold coffee.Erica found nothing and could only cross her arms as she emerged. Her eyes were filled with mockery as she looked at Angela."It seems you've hidden it well. Could it be on you?" she said with a sneer, casting a disdainful glance over Angela."It's not," Angela replied curtly, too tired to argue further. She set down her cup and got up, ready to go to bed. The maids could clean up the mess later on."Stop!" Erica snapped, grabbing her arm to stop her from leaving. "If you won't bring it out yourself, strip down so I can check. That necklace is a Bamford family treasure.""Get lost!" Angela had had enough and slapped Erica hard across the face. She shot back hotly, "It's always Bamford family this, Bamford family that—are you a dog belonging to the Bamford family?"Her gaze was icy, and her voice was filled with contempt. She then pulled out her phone and pressed three numbers."W-What are you
Angela's hand that was drawing slowed down. She silently prayed that Dexter wouldn't notice her.Meanwhile, a few judges were quietly discussing in the panel."The contestants this time are of high caliber as they have gone through a preliminary round. If we spot someone suitable, we could consider hiring them as a designer in our companies.""Yes, during the initial screening, I remember seeing a piece titled 'Curse'. The style was remarkably unique. Designers with such a strong personal style are hard to find nowadays.""Do you know the artist's name?""That, I didn't catch…" Dexter sat silently, his slender fingers tapping lightly on his knee. His gaze swept over the contestants, then \became fixed on a slim figure in the distance. Instantly, his expression turned icy.Two hours later, the competition ended, and the contestants submitted their work.The judging panel scored the entries on the spot, after which the pieces were sealed away. The results and rankings were to be
"You're so useless, Dexter. You can't even help someone up properly! I still don't know what Angie saw in you. Oh right, I was the one who arranged your marriage, after all. "Without my aid, how would you have been lucky enough to marry such a beautiful and outstanding wife like Angie? You should count your blessings…" Joseph went on and on, scolding Dexter endlessly. Dexter had no choice but to listen, and it was torturous."Grandpa, don't bother with him. Let's go. I'll make you your favorite bouillabaisse and grilled fish." Angela took Joseph's arm and led him away, giving Dexter an exaggerated eyeroll over her shoulder as she went.Dexter was furious, yet he had nowhere to vent.That night, Angela retreated to her bedroom early and locked the door. With Joseph gone, she had temporarily lost her protector and couldn't afford to provoke Dexter too much."Mrs. Bamford, Mr. Bamford has gone out. You're free to come out." Donna's voice came from the other side of the door.Ange
"Hey, it's Angela! Long time no see. Come on in!" Zayn's attention shifted immediately from the streamer to Angela as soon as he saw her.The others watched intently, sensing the drama. Compared to some random streamer, Angela was far more interesting.After all, among the socialites and heiresses in Eldmere, she was the only one who had managed to marry Dexter. It was still an incredible feat, even though her marriage was far from a fairytale."No, thank you," Angela replied with a polite smile. "I'm here to take Dexter home. He said he was drunk." Her demeanor was graceful, and her tone was gentle. She had an air of elegance about her. Dressed simply and untouched by heavy makeup, she radiated a calm beauty that made her stand out among the other women present in their flashy outfits.Zayn glanced at Dexter, feeling perplexed. He looked perfectly sober. There wasn't any sign of drunkenness at all."Since you're here, come in and have something to eat before you leave, Ms. Grah
The pain was so intense that Dexter felt his soul leave his body. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he lay curled up in bed, letting out low groans of agony.Angela was stunned. She hadn't kicked him that hard. It had just been a light… nudge."Angela… Graham!" His voice was terrifyingly cold, like he was ready to kill. "Get… Get a doctor… here. Now!" A doctor? He couldn't have suffered irreparable damage, could he?Angela panicked and went to call the doctor as she was told.The doctor spent some time asking where the injury was.Dexter roared, "It's my groin!" Angela stayed by the door, peeking in. Only half of her head was visible.She overheard the doctor explain that Dexter had almost suffered permanent damage. He should stay in bed and avoid moving for the next few days. The more the doctor spoke, the darker Dexter's expression grew."Get in here, Angela!" Dexter commanded coldly, his expression brooding.Angela cleared her throat and stepped inside cautiously.
Back then, Miles had gone to great lengths to have Lionel acknowledged by the Bamfords."I understand," Dexter replied indifferently.Fiona was used to his attitude by now. "Come with me," she said, pointing at Angela. Then, she left without looking back.They walked into the study one after another.Fiona got straight to the point. "Angela, I've heard that you've changed a lot these past few days. I'm warning you—don't go causing unnecessary trouble. Stay here and fulfill your duties as Mrs. Bamford." In the past, Angela wouldn't have dared to say anything in response. But now, she refused to endure such commands and suffer in silence.Angela countered, "What exactly are the duties of Mrs. Bamford? Do those include serving drinks, doing laundry, and cooking? Or is it to be humiliated by my husband's secretary or to be a birthing machine?" She looked at Fiona with a faint smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. On top of that, she even stared back at Fiona unflinchingly.Fi
Her assistant recounted everything that had happened recently at Bamford Estate, including Erica's repeated provocations, Angela's angry retaliation, and even her leaving the house. After Fiona got into the back seat of her car, she opened her laptop to start a video conference with the company's shareholders and took a moment to say, "Tell Erica to tone it down. If she keeps overstepping her boundaries, she can leave." After Fiona left, the atmosphere at Bamford Estate became even more gloomy.It was at this time that Erica arrived."What on earth happened? How did Mr. Bamford get injured?" she demanded angrily.Angela shrugged and said, "Go see for yourself, but I doubt Dexter will let you look at his injury." After shooting a fierce glare at Angela, Erica turned and hurried inside. The moment she entered, Dexter immediately chased her out with an immensely displeased expression."Angela, get in here!" Dexter called out frigidly.As she walked in, she brushed past Erica, w