Mag-log inThe day of the camping trip finally arrived.Since early morning, the atmosphere at the Miller family mansion had been far livelier than usual. Servants moved back and forth carrying the last items that needed to be loaded into the vehicles. Meanwhile, the front yard of the mansion was filled with s
The dinner was far simpler than the many formal events they often attended. There was no VIP room and no important guests to receive. There were no business discussions or negotiations with countless clients.There were only the two of them, sitting side by side, sharing food, talking about their ch
Althea smiled brightly. “You’re right. That’s exactly why I love this camping idea so much.”“You don’t love the person who came up with the idea?” Daven asked, pointing at himself.Althea clicked her tongue. “Why should I?”“So you don’t love me anymore?” Daven stared at her in disbelief. “Really?”
Meanwhile, while the Miller mansion was still filled with the small argument between Naomi and Chris over the nickname “Princess,” which was pushing the girl dangerously close to the end of her patience, on the other side of the city, Daven and Althea had just entered the largest supermarket in Sun
“What’s going on here?”Everyone turned toward the sound. Chris stood there holding a cup of coffee. “What kind of conversation has everyone looking so serious?”“Naomi doesn’t want to go camping,” Grace reported without hesitation.Chris raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Is that true?”“I just don’t want to
The next day, the Miller family mansion was once again filled with a pleasant kind of bustle.The moment Josh, Grace, and Eli returned home from school, the camping trip that weekend immediately became the main topic of discussion again. They had not even taken their school bags to their rooms befor
“Of course!” Althea rained kisses all over his face, making him squeal with laughter and squirm in her arms, though she refused to let go so easily.The anger and frustration she’d felt yesterday had already melted away, gone without a trace. No matter how much the Callister family tried to push the
Cale gave a short, dark laugh. “Ah, Mr. Callister is with you, I see. Rest assured, sir—you’re not the only one. I’ll be far less forgiving if Harold thinks he can get away with this.”Silence settled again until Daven finally broke it. His voice was calm, but the weight in his tone pressed down lik
“I can get through this,” Althea told herself.The courtroom felt like a battlefield. Every word was a bullet, every piece of evidence a weapon. Dozens of eyes locked on the two women standing face to face—Vanessa Blake and Althea Grayson.The judge struck the gavel. “Plaintiff, you may begin your q
“What brings you here?” Chris asked, tone iced with annoyance. Even as Cale’s brother, he could be infuriating—especially where business was concerned.Cale strolled without hurry, clad in a black suit and wearing a smug, unreadable smile. He collapsed into the empty chair, crossing one leg over the







