All Chapters of The Doting Bigwig: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

"I'm done," Willow said."Blow out the candle."As Willow extinguished the flame, the room's lights flickered back on. The sudden glare startled her, and she instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes.Penny pulled Willow toward the couch, leaned in close, and asked her what she wished for.After snagging the biggest slice of cake, Clarisse joined them. "Penny, wishes won't come true if you say them out loud."Jessica, standing nearby with her arms crossed, rolled her eyes. "That's just something kids believe. The truth is, wishes only come true when you speak them out.""Exactly!"Penny and Jessica, who were both on either side of Willow, high-fived each other above the latter's head with a sharp clap. The sound was so loud that it made Willow's ears ring.Who would have imagined they were practically enemies when Willow met them three years ago? Jessica was a model and Penny her manager, yet they couldn't get along no matter how hard they tried for an entire year. Jessica

The following morning, Willow woke up with a pounding headache as if she had fallen off a cliff. Her entire body throbbed with pain.In her sleep, it felt as if someone was drilling into her temples. Disoriented and groggy, she finally recognized the source of the noise—it was coming from beneath her pillow. Jessica was calling."Hello?""You're still asleep?" Jessica's cool, measured voice came through the line.Willow could hear the chatter of a makeup artist in the background. "Even after getting so wasted last night, Ms. Sweeney, the ever-dedicated model, is already at work."Willow glanced at the clock. It was 9:00 a.m., not too late, but not early either. She rolled over and shut her eyes again. "Who took me home last night?""God only knows. I'm just calling to make sure you and Penny are still alive."Willow placed her hand on her forehead, trying to piece together how she made it home last night. Eventually, she gave up. "Where's Penny? Have you called her?""I did,

"Isabel, you can go ahead," Willow said.Once Isabel left, only Willow and Theodore remained in the office."No wonder the watch looked familiar," Willow commented with a faint smile. There was no trace of panic on her face, and she seemed even more composed than she had been three years ago. "The watch is at my place. Give me your address, and I'll have someone deliver it to you.""That won't be necessary. I'll come by and pick it up myself," Theodore replied.Willow's eyes narrowed slightly. "What are you planning to do?"Theodore tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants, his expression calm as usual. "I sincerely want to work with you, Ms. Jett.""I'm not interested in working with you.""Why not?""You should already know the answer to that. You were doing just fine at Emperia. Why come to Portumville?"Theodore didn't respond directly. Instead, he posed a question of his own. "Are you absolutely sure you don't want to collaborate? If you're sure, that's fine."He

Willow nonchalantly opened the drawer to her left, pulling out a wedding invitation as she spoke. "I'll play it by ear. I'll go if I'm free.""It seems like you don't have any regrets from the way you're talking," Jessica said with a hint of detached curiosity.Willow shrugged. "We ended things on good terms. We both agreed to stay friends after talking it through. What's there to regret?""What a pity. So, what are your plans for tonight?" Jessica asked."Mr. Evans is back. He's invited me to dinner," Willow replied. Jessica was different from Penny. She wasn't one to follow the crowd. While everyone else was convinced that Willow and Matthew were destined to be together, Jessica was the only one who believed they would never be more than lifelong friends."Alright then. I'll hang up for now. We'll talk later," Jessica said.After ending the call, Willow opened the invitation. Lionel Sweeney's handwriting, bold and precise, mirrored his very essence. He commanded respect, wh

Willow stood in the elevator. A wave of guilt washed over her as she reflected on the recent proposal.Throughout her life, many had sought her affection, and envy from others was a constant companion. But only she knew how little she desired all those admirations as she could never return those feelings. She was one of a kind in the world and was determined to remain true to her heart.The elevator doors slid open with a gentle chime. Willow snapped back to reality, tightened her grip on the bag strap slung over her shoulder, and stepped out.Once she got home, she slipped off her high heels and padded barefoot into the kitchen for a glass of water. As she walked, she unclasped her bra, slipped it out from beneath her clothes, and casually tossed it onto the couch.Just as Willow settled onto the couch, a sudden whoosh of flushing water echoed from the bathroom. Her face went pale. Had someone broken into her home?She glanced around the room and grabbed a golf club before caut