Prisley chose a long, fitted dress, putting on high heels and waited for Mark to arrive.From a distance, Mark saw Prisley standing by the roadside. The light green dress complemented her waist-length wavy hair, giving her a graceful and ethereal appearance, much like a woodland nymph.Her hair, styled in soft curls, seemed less casual and more sophisticated than when they had first met in the morning.Mark was stunned by the sight, forgot to start the car even when the traffic light turned green, and was honked at by the car behind him.Prisley didn't snap back to reality until a Ferrari roared to a stop next to her and the driver removed his sunglasses. It was Mike, who had come to pick her up.Mark wore a loose floral shirt, exuding a fashionable, carefree aura. He smiled broadly as he opened the car door for Prisley.Prisley was surprised by the change of car. Hadn't it been a Bentley in the morning? She shook her head, wondering how she had somehow gotten involved with a rich dand
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
The next morning, Prisley wakes up to find herself alone in bed, the pain from the bump increasing today.She struggles to turn over, feeling the faint scent of herbs on her body. She vaguely remembers that it was Heather who applied the medicine for her yesterday. She feels somewhat pleased. "Does that mean we made up?" She wonders.So much has happened in the last few days. It takes more of her brain than rushing to complete projects in the company.Heather hasn't contacted her, so Prisley just sleeps all day.On Monday, shortly after she arrives at the office, a delivery man comes into the office area with a large bouquet of flowers that appears to be very expensive."Excuse me, who is Prisley Anderson?" He asks.Prisley has just come out of the secretariat and is stops halfway to sign for the delivery. The secretaries come out to see what's going on, chattering."Dreamy Rose's bouquet! It's gorgeous!""You can’t buy these flowers in normal flower shops. They're top florist's choi
The man in the floral shirt freezes for a moment. The corners of his mouth turn up as he walks briskly over to the old Grant and sits down."Let me introduce, this is my youngest son, Mark," the old man says with a smile.Prisley and Mark keep a straight face, but there is actually a hidden smile in their eyes."Mark doesn't like to be involved in running the business. After finishing his master's degree last year, he's been playing around outside. He only joined Voda Pharm two months ago and is still absent from work form time and time."Mr. Grant, the kind old father, talks endlessly about his beloved son."Mark must be exceptionally capable to be so unrestrained," Prisley flatters.Old Grant is pleased with the praise and looks at his son with a smile, "He's just playful and likes to be free. And he refuses to work at headquarters."Mark is really surprised. In the morning, his assistant told him that the CEO of the Warner Group wanted to meet with his father. Since he is the one w
Prisley looks out the window at the street scene and senses something is wrong. "Heather, you took the wrong turn. We should have turned left at the last intersection.""Heather, where are you taking me?"Ignoring Prisley, Heather steps on the gas.The car roars along, entering an upscale neighbourhood and finally stopping in a large courtyard.Prisley is astonished. Why would Heather bring her to his own home?In the four years they have been together, she has only been there a few times, just to wait on the porch for the butler to bring his luggage before rushing off to the airport.She has never actually entered his home.What is he thinking?Prisley hesitantly gets out of the car and is pulled into the house and pressed against the door.His lips come down hard, a storm of kisses that land wildly on Prisley's cheeks and neck.Before Prisley knows what is happening, she is being kissed until she feels hot all over. She shivers, breathes heavily, and bites her lower lip to muffle t
As soon as Filla walks in the door, she sees Heather and Prisley coming out of the upstairs bedroom.Prisley is wearing Heather's white shirt and looks like she’s not even wearing underwear. It is clear at a glance what they have done.Filla's face twists in displeasure, and then changes in seconds to a look of contempt."Heather, why do you bring this cheap bastard home when I'm not here?""It's understandable for a young girl to trade her body for quick money. You must have gotten quite a bit over the years following Heather, didn't you?""Cheap things are easy to take care of. Heather only pays for one meal and you serve him for four years."Prisley grips the hem of her shirt tightly, tears welling up in her eyes."What are you doing here, Filla?" Heather asks coldly."Can't I come? It's been four years, and you still have my fingerprints, which means I can come at anytime, right?" She looks provocatively at Prisley .Prisley's fingertips tremble as she feels her dignity being brut
Prisley turnsthe phone to the side, not allowing Mark to see her face."Nothing, just getting ready for bed," she says."No, you're crying," Mark says,wiping away his smile, "turn the screen around.""I'm fine, goodnight,Mark." She replies."If you don't turn it around, I'mcomingto find you right now," Mark's voice isirrefutable.Prisley has no choice but to obediently show her face on the screen, trying to control the sadness on her face."Why are you crying again? You were fine at dinner," Mark's voice isvery soft, "isit that jerk Heather?"Prisley'sveneer of strength crumblesunder this softness. Finally, shecan't help but let out all her aggression."Mark, thank you for your concern, but this is my own businessand I can hand
Prisley looks at Mark nervously, worried that he will have a conflict with Heather.In the hallway, a passionate man in a floral shirt and a cold man in a full suit approach each other, eyes burning. Prisley closes her eyes, not daring to look. What a battlefield this is!Mark stares at Heather without saying hello. He waves the empty jewelry box in his hand until he passes Heather.Heather continues to look at him. He notices the huge diamond on Prisley's chest. His eyes darken, and he strides away.The staff gossips. "That man in the floral shirt must be Prisley's boyfriend. He's super handsome!""No way! Our boss is more handsome. They just ran together and our boss won.""But our boss is too cold, the floral shirt is more heartwarming.""Am I the only one looking at the diamond? It's sooo big. It must be expensive. I wonder how much it costs?"Steve can hardly keep up with Heather. He feels strange. "Heather, who is that guy? How dare he stare at you like that?" Steve asks."The