ANMELDENEthan and I began to secretly collect evidence regarding Luther Group's illegal activities, including tax evasion, unfair business practices, and bribery. Every piece of evidence that we obtained got us closer to our goal of dealing a fatal blow to Frederick that he could never recover from.The process was no walk in the park.Frederick was like a cunning fox and was able to destroy any and all traces of his illegal dealings.However, no matter how cunning he was, an opening was bound to present itself sooner or later.Ethan intentionally leaked the news that we had obtained a core piece of evidence regarding Luther Group's crimes, and that we were in the midst of handing it over to the authorities.As expected, Frederick began to panic. He used all the connections that he had at his disposal to obtain more information about our "breakthrough" while also transferring his assets in preparation to escape.Only he and Julian knew the password of the secret bank account to which he
With Ethan's help, we managed to track down one of the judges from the design competition—a retired professor.At first, the professor refused to meet us. He finally relented and became willing to speak with us after Ethan produced evidence of the Luthers forcefully suppressing their dissenters. He also promised to keep the professor safe.The professor told us that "Galaxy" was indeed my original design.However, the day before the results were announced, Rachel personally sought him out. She threatened his family's safety and forced him to present first prize to her.It was just that Rachel's submission was too unpresentable. To save face, she hired someone to fabricate the drafts that became the so-called evidence of my plagiarism.The truth had come to light.Ethan immediately scheduled a press conference.I presented the recording of the professor's statement and the conclusive evidence of Rachel's fabricated drafts before the media.A single stone that dropped in the wate
Dad was rushed to the hospital. Fortunately, after the doctor treated him, his life was no longer in danger.The doctor explained that he had suddenly fainted due to anxiety and malnutrition and needed lots of rest to regain his strength.I kept vigil by Dad's bedside. Sleep eluded me for the rest of the night as I gazed at his haggard face.When dawn broke on the horizon, Ethan entered the ward, bringing breakfast with him."You should eat something, Ms. Mendez," he said as he placed the food on the bedside cabinet."Thank you," I said.I grabbed the food, but I had no appetite. So instead, I looked at Ethan and asked the question that had been gnawing at me. "We don't know each other, Mr. Grant. Why are you helping me?"Ethan fell silent for a few moments before he slowly replied, "Because I have a score to settle with the Luther family."It turned out that Ethan's father and Frederick used to be business partners. They worked together and built their company from the ground
The night market was already in a state of chaos when I finally rushed over.The small stall that Dad had meticulously set up for the past few days had been completely wrecked.The old sewing machine that Mom had left behind had also been destroyed. It was just a pile of scrap metal now.Dad was sitting on the ground with a lifeless look in his eyes.I rushed over to him and kneeled by his side. I tried to help him back up on his feet, but he refused to let go of the bundle of parts."It's gone, Cece… Everything's gone… The memories that your mother left for us… They're all gone…" he mumbled hoarsely as tears spilled down his cheeks.My heart felt like it was being torn apart. Blood flowed profusely from the gaping wound.I raised my head and looked past the crowd, spotting Julian who was standing a short distance away.He was still holding that black umbrella and seemed to be oblivious to the way that the rain was drenching the hem of his pants. His face was devoid of emotion
I whipped my head up to look at Julian after I hung up. "Dad's stall. You hired someone to wreck it, didn't you, Julian? I know that you still hate me."I looked up and clearly saw the way he averted his gaze.Time seemed to turn back at that moment, bringing me back to another rainy night ten years ago.I didn't have a care in the world at the time. My biggest worry was how to hide the innocent crush that I had on Julian, who was my best friend, Jillian's brother.When Jillian turned 18, she wanted to know what it was like to visit a bar, so she secretly snuck out and went to one.Jillian and I had already made plans to watch a movie. However, she didn't show up, no matter how long I waited. Feeling panicked, I began questioning all of my friends before I finally learned where she had gone.When I made it to the alley behind the bar, I saw a nightmarish scene that would haunt me for the rest of my life.Jillian was surrounded by a group of hooligans. Her clothes were dishevel
I gave up on struggling at that moment.I closed my eyes and allowed the tears to spill down my cheeks.My arm was turned into a bloody mess.It turned out that Julian had always loathed me. He hated me so much that he wanted to see me dead.…I strolled into a pharmacy and bought a roll of bandages. I then carelessly wrapped them around my arm.When I dragged my exhausted body back home, I found Dad carefully wiping down an old sewing machine."What are you doing, Dad?" I asked hoarsely as I approached him.Dad looked up at me. His wrinkly face broke into a smile as he exclaimed, "You're back, Cece! Look, I've fixed up this useful little thing. I was thinking that we could set up shop at the night market to earn a bit of cash from fixing and altering people's clothes."My heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles as I looked at the hopeful glint in his eyes. I didn't want him to know that I had been fired from the cafe. I didn't want him to worry about me again.I nodd







