To show her respect, Prisley chose a fitted long dress. After carefully dressing up, she put on high heels and waited for Mark to pick her up.Mark spotted Prisley standing by the road from a distance. In her light green dress, with her wavy hair falling to her waist, she looked as elegant and fresh as a woodland fairy. Her hair was styled simply, adding a touch of refinement compared to the casual look she had in the morning.Mark was stunned, forgetting to drive when the light turned green, until the car behind him honked.When a Ferrari roared up next to Prisley, and the driver took off his sunglasses, she realized it was her ride. Mark, dressed in a loose floral shirt, looked stylish and relaxed, with an unrestrained air. He smiled broadly as he opened the car door for her.Another car change? Wasn’t it a Bentley this morning? She shook her head, marveling at her entanglement with a playboy.As Prisley settled into the passenger seat, Mark couldn’t help but stare at her for a few s
As the Ferrari pulled to the side of the road, Prinsley leaned motionless against the window, tears in her eyes, staring blankly ahead.When Mark thought about the way that couple had treated the woman he cared about, a wave of heartache coursed through his veins. He wished he could turn around and teach them a good lesson.It's just the Warner Group? What's so great about it?!With a firm grip, Mark slammed the steering wheel.The loud thud snapped Prisley out of her daze. "Ah, are we home? Thanks for driving me back," she said, hastily wiping away her tears and unbuckling her seat belt.Mark escorted her to the entrance of the building. He was tenderhearted at the sight of her fragile demeanor. He gently guided Prisley upright."Prisley, I don't need to know what happened between you and this man, but I won't let anyone manipulate you. If you're in trouble, tell me. I'll fix it."Looking up into his caring and concerned eyes, Prisley felt a wave of gratitude. It was so good to be car
Prisley had been hit, scared, and cried her heart out all day. She was utterly exhausted and was drifting off to sleep within minutes. She vaguely felt someone beside her, and her silk robe being removed.Instinctively, she pulled the blanket tight around herself. "Heather, no... please..."A pair of warm lips gently kissed her cheek. "Don’t worry, I won’t touch you."She smelled a pleasant herbal scent and then felt a coolness on her skin, followed by warmth. A hand moved gently over her body, applying a soothing ointment.She was too tired to open her eyes. Using the last bit of her consciousness, she murmured, "Thanks, Heather..."Heather, now in a robe, was applying the medicine. "I get injured sometimes while playing sports too. This ointment is really good." His voice was deep and soothing, like a mountain stream, calming and cool.The room was lit with a soft light, making Heather’s chiseled features appear gentle and filled with warmth."Mark and I are just friends. We met toda
The next morning, Prisley woke up alone in bed. The pain from the collision seemed more pronounced today, and the scabbed wounds on her skin felt tight, causing sharp pain with any movement.She struggled to turn over, sensing a faint herbal scent on her body.She vaguely remembered Heather applying ointment to her yesterday. It made her somewhat happy. Is everything okay now? she wondered.So much had happened in the past few days; it was more mentally exhausting than rushing projects at work. Heather hadn't contacted her since, so Prisley decided to indulge in a day of rest.On Monday, shortly after arriving at the office, a delivery man brought flowers to the office area. It was a magnificent bouquet, obviously quite expensive."Who's Prisley Anderson?" the delivery man asked.Prisley had just walked out from the secretary's office and was intercepted halfway to sign for it. The secretaries flocked out to see what was happening, chattering away."It's from Dreamy Rose! Top-tier flor
The man in the floral shirt froze for a moment, then his lips curved into a smile as he quickly walked over and sat down beside Mr. Grant."Let me introduce my youngest son, Mark," Mr. Grant said with a smile.Prisley and Mark remained composed, though there was a hint of suppressed laughter in their eyes."Mark doesn't like getting involved in the company's management. He graduated with a master's degree last year and has been traveling ever since. He's only been at Voda Pharm for the past two months, and he skips work often," Mr. Grant, the doting father, rambled on about his beloved son."Mark must be exceptionally talented to afford such freedom," Prisley complimented.Mr. Grant, pleased by the flattery, looked fondly at his youngest son. "He's just playful and loves his freedom. He didn't even agree to work at the headquarters."Mark was genuinely surprised and delighted. That morning, he learned from his assistant that the president of Warner Group wanted to meet his father. Sinc
Prisley looked at the cityscape outside the window and felt something was wrong."Heather, you took a wrong turn. We should have turned left back there.""Heather, where are you taking me?"Heather didn't answer, just pressed the gas pedal harder.The car roared all the way, pulling into a mansion district, then stopped in a big yard.Prisley was surprised. Why was Heather bringing her to his house? In the four years they had known each other, she had only been here a few times, usually just waiting on the porch for the butler to bring out luggage before rushing to the airport.She had never actually been inside his home.What is he doing...?Hesitantly, she got out of the car. "Heather, why did you bring me here?"Heather grabbed her, pulling her into the house and pinning her against the door. His lips crashed down on hers, a storm of passion raining down on her lips."You should've been here," he said, breathless, finally letting go of the desire he had been holding back all the way
As soon as Filla walked in, she saw Heather and Prisley coming out of the master bedroom. Prisley was wearing Heather's black shirt, obviously without a bra. It was clear they had been together all night.Filla's face twisted with displeasure before quickly turning haughty and disdainful. "Heather, why do you always bring that cheap girl home when I'm not around?"She sneered at Prisley. "I understand young girls exchanging their bodies for quick money. You've probably made quite a bit these past few years with Heather, haven't you?""A cheap girl is easy to keep. Heather only needs to spend the cost of one meal to have you serve him for four years."Prisley clutched the hem of her shirt tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. The sweetness she felt earlier vanished the moment Filla walked in."Filla, why are you here?" Heather asked coldly."Can't I come? It's been four years, and you still have my fingerprint saved. That means I can come anytime, right?" She looked provocatively at Pr
Prisley turned the phone away, hiding her face from Mark."Nothing, just getting ready for bed.""No, you’ve been crying." Mark's smile vanished. "Turn the screen around.""I’m fine. Goodnight, Mark.""If you don't turn it around, I'll come over right now." His tone left no room for argument.Prisley had no choice but to show her face, trying hard to hide her sadness."Why are you crying again? You were fine at dinner," Mark said gently."Is it that jerk, Heather?"Prisley's facade of strength crumbled under the gentle words, and she finally let out all her pent-up grievances. She cried for a long time before she finally stopped."Mark, thank you for being with me, but this is my problem. I can handle it. Please don't make any assumptions."Not wanting to drag Mark into her mess, she quickly ended the video call after reassuring him.Being humiliated and hurt by Filla for the third time. Enough! She was done being a good little kitten. She had her own claws and fangs.The next morning,