Of course, the private investigator was elated now that money was on the line.Tiffany touched Arianneâs cheek when the call ended. âDonât be upset, Ari. Itâs alright. Itâs not like itâs the first setback. Weâll find George as long as heâs alive. If we had known that he was Mr. Sloane, we would have pried his mouth open and prevented him from ever escaping. This man is wicked. Your life was pretty peaceful, yet he insisted on jumping out all of a sudden to tell you that your father was framed. Then he plays hide and seek with you when you arrive enthusiastically. He must think that heâs off the hook just because heâs dying. Why must the living have to suffer?âArianne smiled into the cold wind. âI will find him. Heâs worked for the Tremonts for so long, and Iâve managed to get information on him. Iâll keep on looking for him as long as heâs not dead.âTiffanyâs phone suddenly rang. She began complaining before even looking at the screen. âMy god, how annoying. Iâve already told my m
When they arrived at White Water Bay CafĂ©, they were informed that all of the seats had been reserved. Tiffany promptly threw a tantrum. âI was already prepared for a huge meal, and now youâre telling me that there are no more tables left? What on earth is this restaurantâs boss thinking? Business is booming, yet he couldnât have thought of expanding into two branches? Heâs got no business sense at all. He must not have a high social status. Heâll be stagnant for the rest of his life!âArianne didnât respond. She wanted to tell Tiffany that this cafĂ© belonged to Jackson, but it seemed that it was better to keep her mouth shut⊠âForget it. Letâs eat somewhere nearby. Weâll go shopping after our meal. Let Mark stay at home and wait.â Tiffany was reluctant to leave just like that. She enjoyed the meals at White Water Bay CafĂ©. The meal she had at Jacksonâs house made her crave it. To this day, she still wondered how Jackson had managed to come up with dishes that tasted exactly like th
Mark overheard her and immediately turned towards them. Death sounded pretty good to Arianne at this point. âMark is here!âTiffany realized her idiocy and lowered her head, keeping silent. Mark approached them and stared at them with a forced smile. âYou certainly know how to enjoy yourselves. Should I ask Jackson to personally make a meal for you?âArianne pricked up her ears when she heard this and mumbled glumly, âNo need. I thought youâd only be coming home in two days?âHe sat down right across from them. âThat was the plan, but your tantrum put me off work. So, I had to come home early. Can we discuss what youâre so mad about now?âTiffany pulled out the screenshot that she had saved in her phone and showed it to him. âLook. Look at it yourself!âMarkâs eyes sank when he saw the update that Aery had posted up on social media. âWe just happened to bump into each other. She took the picture, and I didnât reject her nor allow it. I had no idea that she had posted it up and sho
Arianne had completely lost the will to laugh at this point. âAlright, alright. Next time, if you have anything you want to eat, just let me know. Iâll take you there. I have to go home now. Markâs going to nitpick at me if I get home too late.âTiffany noticed a taxi driving towards them from not too far away and raised her hand to flag it down. âGo on. You go on ahead.ââŠWhite Water Bay Villa. Mark was smoking out of frustration, finishing his cigarettes one after another as if he had no intention of stopping.Jackson couldnât resist opening a window for ventilation. âAlright. Whatâs going on?âMark pulled out a file from his briefcase. âHave a look. Someoneâs setting me up.âJackson lit up a cigarette as well then skimmed through the file. âF*ck!â he exclaimed, unable to resist blurting out a swear word, âWhoâd have the balls? His objective is pretty clear; heâs after you. Heâs managed to sway a few of your long-term partners in just two short months. This guyâs definitely
Early in the morning, the very next day, Mark had disappeared. Arianne was feeling listless because of George Levin. When she went downstairs for breakfast, Mary stepped forward and began nagging. âAri, have you been fighting with Mr. Tremont again? He just returned from his business trip last night, and he looked upset when he left this morning. You looked gloomy as well.âArianne shook her head, âI didnât quarrel with him. I donât know whatâs up with him either. Iâm just in a bad mood, but it has nothing to do with him. Donât worry, Mary. Iâve been busy lately. Iâll have to work overtime over the next few days since I havenât been working overtime lately. Please do me a favor and watch over Rice Ball.âMary heaved a sigh of relief. âIâm glad you havenât been fighting. Donât worry. Rice Ball eats better than I do. Iâve let it try every delicious thing in the house that it likes. Itâs all fat now, and its tummy is nearly sweeping the ground when it walks.âArianne naturally trusted
Ericâs father brandished his walking stick forcefully. âAre you giving me parenting advice? Eric, you shouldnât bring your disreputable friends into the company. You wonât be able to manage it that way. Iâve made my decision. Iâll give you a week to hand Glide Designs over to your second brother!âEric balled his hands into fists. âOn what grounds?ââBecause I am your father! Whatever I say, goes. Do as I say. If youâre not happy, you can leave the Nathaniel family home!â Mr. Nathaniel was extremely enraged, his wizened face was completely red from anger.Arianne was suddenly reminded of Helen. While Helen was not openly hostile, she had chosen Jean and Aery and abandoned her. Aery enjoyed everything that she did not have. She hated parents like these. Her heart burned with rage as she said, âMr. Nathaniel, are you saying that my husband, Mark Tremont, is a disreputable friend? The Nathaniel family certainly has high standards. Us Tremonts are certainly unworthy of you. Even your ow
Eric suddenly laughed. âAlright. From now on, I have nothing to do with the Nathaniels. Iâve heard that my oldest brother has been trying to convince Mark to work with him. Do you know that Mark hasnât agreed to it? Since Markâs wife is here today, let me make this clear to you; you can all forget about establishing a relationship with Mark Tremont. As long as I am around, itâll never happen! Profits may be important to Mark, but itâs not as important as friendship. If you donât believe me, give it a try!âMr. Nathaniel stared at Eric before shifting his gaze to Arianne. No one could tell what he was thinking. In the end, he stayed silent and left. Arianne heaved a sigh of relief. She was really afraid. She was afraid that not only would Mr. Nathaniel beat Eric, but he would beat her as well. That was why she had mentioned Mark in the beginning. It seemed like Markâs name was very effective. Moreover, Mr. Nathaniel seemed to be unaware that Eric was such good friends with Mark. In a
The Nathaniel family home.Mr. Nathaniel called for a family meeting when he arrived home. Naturally, Eric was not invited.All those who wanted to benefit from Mr. Nathaniel, naturally, had to pander to him before he took his last breath.His eldest and second sons had arrived. The two brothers had dragged their family members along as well. Only his daughter who had been married off did not attend the meeting.âWhy did you call us here so urgently, dad?â His second son was slightly upset because the meeting had interrupted his fun. However, he did not show his displeasure.Mr. Nathaniel replied grimly, âI didnât expect Eric to be affiliated with Mark Tremont. Moreover, theyâre good friends. Markâs wife is a designer in the company as well. Iâve miscalculated this time. I donât know if heâs trying to trick us, but if itâs true, we can forget about establishing a connection with Mark.âMr. Nathanielâs second son was not bothered at all. When things got rough, he would push his re
Arianne had not heard that name for so long, she had to reel back in bemusement for a few seconds before finally remembering her face.Shelly-Ann Leigh⊠She must have spent all those years in the mental institution, right? God knows if the womanâs hair was now grey and white all over.When someone was near death, one could stand to forgive all of the history between themâeven the dark ones, even if the ledger was brimmingâfor good. So, Arianne replied, âIâll go with you. No matter what happened, sheâs still your mother.âMark did not expect that answer from her at all. In his surprise, he bent down and left a kiss on her lips. âI knew I picked the right woman as my wife. I thought you wouldnât agree to let me accompany her for the last of her daysâŠâArianne replied nothing. She was not so obtuse that she would try to win over a woman whose days were numbered. No matter how much of an a**hole Shelly was, Arianne was still the one who came out on top. That victory was all she needed.
Arianne sneered. âYou confused, little thing. I wouldnât be daft enough to anger the mother of the man I like if I were you, girl. I would especially not say anything as low IQ as that, too. Let me be completely frank with you: no one who bears the surname of Leigh will ever get the better of meâthe last one failed. Hard. I can guarantee that youâll leave us in the span of three days. If I lose, you can stay here forever. Wanna bet? I dare you.âShe left her threat hanging at that and turned her wheelchair away, leaving the scorned young woman behind.Rage came out of Raven as waves of quakes all over her body. She was lurching close to hyperventilation, but right before it became impossible to stop, she came around and battled herself to calm down. She had a feeling that even if she fainted right there and then, no one would discover her, would they?Now that Arianne and Mark had returned, the Tremont Estate had recovered its vivacity and life. It had become merry.And Raven Leigh
Melissa was the type who always pushed things to go as festive as logically possible. She leaped to her feet and raised her cup, âYo, everyone! Letâs toast to Cindy becoming my cousin-in-law!âThe crowd answered enthusiastically with their cups in the air and a roarâexcept Raven, who remained seated. âI have a sickly constitution. I canât drink. Iâm sorry.âHer smile was so mechanical, her face too ashen. Something flickered in Arianneâs eyes before she replied, âSure.âAfter the revelry faded, Arianne steered her wheelchair to the courtyard. The outward appearance of the Tremont Estate seemed to have frozen in time, which was why being here made her feel so⊠safe.Of course, that was despite Henry and Maryâs passing. In the end, time passed and things changed, characters and objects came and went, and all these missing years left lingering regrets in their wake.Arianne espied the silhouette standing alone at a distance and approached her, sighing, âNothing beats being home.âRa
Arianne grabbed the two beauties by the hands and smiled. âThank you! Gosh, to me⊠itâs like you two have grown older in the blink of an eye! How gorgeous the two of you are! Cindy, whereâs your brother? Plato hasnât come home yet?âMentioning the name of her dear brother made Cynthia pout. âHe said he was coming home half a month agoâthatâs what he said. Who knows what heâs actually doing, though? Anyway, who cares about that no-good. Heâs always like this anyway. Oh, um, the weather is quite hot. We should probably get inside.âArianne nodded and shot a brief, uneasy look at Aristotle. Not once did he look like he wanted to talk to her⊠Could the boy be counting his grievances in his mind? Mark and Arianne had stayed in Switzerland for so long; life must have been hard for him all alone.It took until she reached the living room to finally notice Raven. âMillie, is this your younger sister?âMelissa quickly sprung to correct her. âWhat? Noooo. This is Aresâ classmate or something
Aristotleâs entire being stilled.He had waited for this news for nineteen years. As time passed, the flames died little by little, the heart grew more numb, until the very thought of it was no different from a pipe dream. But today, news of it coming true reached him and plunged him into a torrent of feelings.A long while later, he finally muttered under his breath, âWhen⊠When will they be back?âJackson closed the distance between them and gave the young man a light, comforting pat on the shoulders. âNot so soon, I bet; not when your mother has just woken up and is in need of some time to recover. She did sleep for nineteen years, you know. So maybe after sheâs recuperated enough for a whileâŠâ he answered. âWeâve waited for nineteen years for this, right? Whatâs waiting for just a little bit more compared to that? The most important thing for you to do is to manage the company to the best of your abilities. Thatâs the way to not disappoint your fatherâs expectation.âAristotle
Cynthia had never had a relationship before, so she did not know what love was. However, one thing was for certain. She loved the feeling of being with Aristotle and how he had protected her since they were kids. Even though Aristotle had become a little domineering and ânaughtyâ, she was not taken aback by him. Instead, she even felt a little moved, which was amazing.It wasnât known how they ended up in bed, with their breaths synchronized. Apart from the final step, they had done just about everything else that could be done.Just as they were about to hit the final step, Aristotle suddenly stopped and helped pull the covers over Cynthia. âLetâs sleep, good night.âCynthia was still lost in a daze from before. She did not know why Aristotle had suddenly stopped, nor did she have the courage to ask him. She had struggled for so long before having persuaded herself to go with the flowâŠThe next day, when Cynthia woke up, Aristotle had already long gone to his company.She took a
Cynthia heard what Aristotle said, but her hands did not stop doing what they were doing. Her head was in a complete mess. âThereâs no⊠no need. Iâll be able to be done with these now. Go ahead and get some sleep first. By the way, where am I sleeping tonight? There are so many rooms here, Iâll ask Agnes to help me clear one up.âAristotle walked up to her and squatted. He grabbed onto her arm with one hand while the other closed the luggage. âJust sleep with me here and stop tidying already.âCynthia suspected that she might have misheard. She took a look at the big bed behind him in a daze and suddenly felt her palm, which was held by him, burning up. âY⊠Youâre kidding, arenât you, Ares? Although we used to sleep with each other a lot when we were kids, weâre all grown ups now, so wouldnât that be a little inappropriate?âAristotle said with a straight face, âI wasn't joking.âCynthia panicked a little and recalled Melissaâs words once again. âWould Ares, whom Iâve known for so
Melissa knew that Aristotle had kissed Cynthia, so she knew what was going on. Hence, she very naturally boasted, âOf course, theyâve been engaged to each other since they were born. Coincidentally, the both of them felt the same way about each other as they grew up, so wouldnât this make it even better? From the way I see it, your illness isnât going to recover for the rest of your life and the both of them are probably going to have to wait until Cindy graduates before they get married. So, youâd be better off moving back to France as early as possible. Donât worry, youâve saved Aristotleâs life before, so he wouldnât be stingy with you financially.âRaven wanted to control the unhappiness she had in her heart very much, but her emotions refused to follow her will. Hence, she fiercely struggled to wring free from Melissaâs grasp. Melissa was startled for a moment. âAre you crazy?âAfter that, Raven regained her senses and took a deep breath. âIâm sorry⊠I was a little unwell just n
âYouâre not that worried?â Melissa was so furious that she laughed. âAm I the only one whoâs being worried for nothing? I thought you loved my brother, didnât you? The man youâve been dreaming of every day has returned from France but brought a woman with him, yet youâre actually not that worried? Letâs put aside your parentsâ intentions for a moment. Do you dare to say that you donât love him? Iâm only helping you because youâre my best friend, so could you not be so relaxed, as if Iâm helping you for no reason?âCynthia shook her head and lowered her volume as she said, âHe⊠might have confessed to me. We also⊠did that already. So, I think he doesnât feel that way towards Raven. Itâs purely because she saved his life once. I trust that Ares will be able to handle the situation properly.âMelissaâs eyes opened wide. âWhat? Heâs only returned for a few days, yet the two of you have already had sex? That fast?! I never knew it, but youâve really got it in you!âCynthiaâs face flushe