Afraid Zachary might change his mind, Mr. Wilson added an even greater incentive. "If you plan to rejoin this project in the future, I can also draft a new contract for you."Zachary reacted as if he'd heard something amusing, unable to suppress a laugh.Mr. Wilson frowned in anger, his commanding presence surging forward. "What's so funny?"Zachary straightened his posture, matching the elder's authority without yielding an inch. "I'm laughing because Mr. Wilson is quite the schemer. Unfortunately, I have no intention of selling that equipment."Mr. Wilson grew desperate. "They're of no use to you anyway, you—"He stopped mid-sentence and coldly eyed Zachary, who had remained unusually calm throughout their meeting. "You planned this."It was a statement, not a question.Zachary didn't deny it.Mr. Wilson laughed bitterly in his anger. Pointing at Zachary's exceptionally handsome face, he spoke deliberately, one word at a time, "Are you certain you want to become enemies with
"Reynolds Corporation Terminates Three-Way Partnership with Vista International and Wilson Corporation"The announcement was simple and direct. Clicking into it revealed standard corporate language: due to specific reasons involving business secrets, details would not be disclosed...By the time Mr. Wilson saw this announcement, it was already too late to fix the situation.He was so angry that his eyes turned red, and the hand gripping his cane trembled uncontrollably.Over the years, though aware of his advancing age, he had never relaxed his standards in any aspect of his health. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be so furious that his head spun and his vision blurred."Fine, fine, fine!" Mr. Wilson repeated the word three times, then closed his eyes and released a long breath.His trusted assitant quickly helped him sit down and offered him tea. “Mr. Wilson, isn't Reynolds Corporation hurting themselves as well by doing this?"Mr. Wilson took a sip of tea and coll
Zachary gave a bitter laugh. "I know you want to set clear boundaries, but do you have to be so blunt about it?""As your therapist, I wouldn't use psychological intervention. Instead, I'd recommend using the belief induction method. When you enter the dream, you should have a reminder in your mind telling yourself that you're dreaming."As the name suggests, the belief induction method requires maintaining a strong belief. While dreaming, you need to hold onto the conviction that this is a dream and force yourself to wake up."How do I maintain this reminder?" Zachary asked, confused.Sarah thought for a moment. "For example, from now on, keep telling yourself that what you're experiencing is a dream. When you actually dream, you'll naturally know you're dreaming and can force yourself to wake up.""I understand."Zachary stared intently at Sarah, who simply gathered her things and said, "Mr. Reynolds, I'm going home now."With that, she left without looking back.Zachary watc
Hearing the word "photos," James approached Charlotte, his face dark. "In the future, it's best not to enter without my permission."Charlotte stood up abruptly. For days, she had been forced by James's mother to eat all sorts of lactation-boosting foods to feed the baby, nearly driving her crazy. Now James was still treating her this way—she couldn't take it anymore!She said angrily, "Every day when you come home, you lock yourself in your study. You don't come see me, you don't talk to me—are you secretly looking at photos of that tramp? I gave birth to your child, and this is how you treat me?"James looked at her seriously. Because she was frequently woken up at night to breastfeed, her face was lined with exhaustion, and her eyes had lost their former brightness.He suddenly felt guilty and his expression softened. "Charlotte, stop this. I know you've been working hard. It's my fault for being busy with work and not having time for you."Charlotte's eyes reddened. She grabbe
Only then did she learn about the livestream. Replays were all over the internet—she could see her face and hear her words just by clicking any random link.The entire internet was in an uproar, with everyone calling her a monster.Even her mother called, not out of concern, but asking for money.Everyone knew she had received one million and had stolen her dead colleague's hospital treatment money meant for her mother.She was now the target of universal contempt and criticism. Her phone never stopped ringing—either people cursing at her or relatives and friends trying to borrow money.The constant ringing had driven her to the edge of a nervous breakdown. Helplessly holding her head in her hands, she suddenly noticed her brand-new designer handbag. She grabbed it and hurled it across the room with a loud crash.After a moment, she crawled over pathetically to pick up the bag, carefully checking for damage. Finding none, she sighed in relief.Judy didn't dare turn on the lights
Beyond her, there had always been a backup plan.And the Wilson family had never truly been hers. Even though she had fortified it over these past few months, the Wilson family still belonged to her grandfather.With just one word from him, she would be nothing.Only when she arrived at the police station did she fully grasp her situation. "What crime have I committed?"The police officer replied coldly, "The death at Pine Mist Island Resort."She laughed loudly. "Why arrest me? What does it have to do with me?""You think the police don't monitor information online? We watched that entire livestream. We even had psychologists analyze Judy's mental state and confirm she was telling the truth," the officer said.Vivian's smile vanished. She said icily, "Do you have any evidence? Are the police now making cases based solely on one woman's words? When did you become so careless?"She understood that the livestream had created too much impact. Even if someone wanted to protect her,