As the time underwater increased, Annabelle began to feel a slight tightness in her chest.
She didn't know how long she could hold on, but when she looked at Gauge, she realized that he was completely fine.
Is this person a fish?
Not only Annabelle was anxious, but Kamila on the shore was also panicking at the moment. They have been underwater for so long without resurfacing, could it be... that they are dead?
But fortunately, the pool water was clear, and Kamila could see that both of them were still moving, so she restrained herself from calling for help.
In the distance, Kendrick had already used a telescope, and his temples were pounding.
As soon as Kendrick saw Gauge also entering the lake just now, he couldn't sit still.
Later, watching them swim to the other side of the lake together, I realized that the two of them were probably competing, which made me even more bitter.
The two of them had elegant swimming styles, with
Annabelle came to the hot spring area alone, chose an empty pool, walked in, and then comfortably closed her eyes.Not long after, other classmates also arrived.There were several more people in the pool, including both girls and boys. Annabelle looked around and noticed that there were still several empty pools. She wondered why everyone had to squeeze together with her.If she were to get up and change pools now, it wouldn't be impossible, but it would seem very impolite, as if she were disdainful of her classmates.So she moved a little away from others.Gauge didn't go into the pool because he didn't like sharing the pool with others. So he sat on a chair nearby, listening to music, planning to have a snack and then go back to his own suite.He lived in a small detached villa with a private courtyard, which had his own private hot spring pool. Actually, he could have gone straight back to his room, but he couldn't help but walk over to
Annabelle just arrived at the bar and ordered a hot coffee from the waiter.While she waited, it felt like a big, heavy person had just sat down next to her.Annabelle glanced at him with a sidelong glance and immediately knew what he was thinking, so she got up and left.When dealing with a thug, you can't be too careful. The sooner you get away, the better.But even so, her shoulder was still held down by the man."Miss, why didn't you take the order after you placed it?"The waiter had already placed the hot coffee on the bar counter. The man pushed the cup towards Annabelle and glanced at the waiter, saying, "Just leave it. You can go now."The waiter hesitated for a moment and then retreated to the backstage.Annabelle looked around and realized that there were no classmates of hers in the bar. In fact, it was just her and this man.The waiter had already left, so even if he heard any noise, he wouldn't pay attention to her.After all, Annabelle was just a student, while this per
As Gauge pushed open the door of the bar, a strong smell of alcohol hit his nose.He quickly searched for Annabelle's figure, but he did not see her...There came rapid panting from the corridor, and Gauge grew even more nervous as he walked quickly over.The next scene made Gauge stop in his tracks, feeling a sudden shock.The small wine rack on one side of the corridor toppled over, and the floor was covered with broken glass and spilled wine.Annabelle was pressed tightly against the opposite wall, her bathrobe torn and revealing her collarbone. Her hair was disheveled, and she held half a bottle of red wine in her hand, staring directly at the man in front of her.And across from her, the man was sitting on the ground, holding his head in pain and groaning, blood flowing down his face through his hair, looking extremely horrifying.Gauge ran quickly towards her.Annabelle immediately aimed the half bottle of wine in her hand at him. Upon realizing it was him, she let out a sigh of
Annabelle could see Gauge's dilemma, and having experienced her fair share of frustration in the past, she had long understood a lesson: engaging in arguments over trivial matters just to prove a point could potentially land both herself and her friends in even more difficult situations.So, she could only console herself, a woman should be able to bend and stretch, when it's time to show weakness, then show weakness.Since she was the one who hit the person, she should take responsibility and compensate.I just hope that Gauge doesn't get caught in a dilemma because of her.Davin chuckled and said, "Miss, I'm afraid you couldn't afford it.""Don't talk nonsense."Annabelle thought to herself, "Isn't it just breaking your head? Are you a pig's head made of gold or something?"Davin pouted and said, "My injury needs to be assessed before we can determine how much you should compensate me. But on the shelf you broke behind me, there was a bottle of red wine that belonged to me. I had ju
Before Annabelle could say much, Kendrick had already hung up.Annabelle returned to Davin, feeling frustrated. By that time, he was already sitting on the sofa, with the manager nodding and bowing beside him.Gauge walked over anxiously and asked her what was going on.Annabelle shook her head and said to Davin, "Someone will come to compensate you in a while, but you may have to wait a little longer..."She was very unsure when she said these words.After all, if Kendrick was in the city at that time, it would take him at least two hours to get here.I hope Davin won't cause any more trouble.Davin finished listening and smiled faintly, then lit a cigar."Miss, I didn't have so much time to wait for you, to be honest, I didn't really need that money. But now I have an idea that can not only exempt you from compensation but also help me save face."He took a puff of his cigar, blew a smoke ring, and continued, "After al
Kendrick's temples throbbed, he wiped away the tears on her face, and said, "Go sit over there for a while, don't look this way."Annabelle felt the coldness emanating from Kendrick, her scalp tingling, as she stood frozen in place."Be good, go quickly."His tone was gentle yet firm, like a command, directing Annabelle to involuntarily move her legs and turn towards the distant booth.Did Kendrick want to kill that person?She had just thought of turning around to look when suddenly there came a loud crack behind her, as if the sound of a joint breaking, and at the same time, Davin let out a scream like that of a slaughtered pig.Annabelle shivered all over and wrapped Kendrick's coat tightly around herself. Finally, she didn't dare to look back and slowly sat down on the sofa, with her back turned towards Kendrick.I could only hear Davin pleading in pain, "Mr. Gregory, Mr. Gregory, I really didn't know she was your girl. Are you re
Annabelle had been living with Kendrick for over three months, how could she not tell that he was jealous?Based on past experiences, when Kendrick gets jealous, the next step is to definitely make her jealous as well.So Annabelle quickly changed the subject."By the way, why did you come here too?""Soaked in hot springs."Kendrick said as he carried her into the house and headed straight to the bathroom.Annabelle tutted in her heart; Kendrick is really good at pretending. When could he not go to the hot springs, but had to come on the same day as her, obviously it was intentional.Wasn't he very busy with work? How does he still have time to stare at her so closely?Muttering to himself, Kendrick had already put her in the bathtub, taken off her large suit jacket, and started helping her untie her bathrobe.Annabelle was taken aback and held his hand, saying, "I can handle it myself."Kendrick was taken aback;
Before going to bed that night, Kamila had already learned from her classmates that the man who picked up Anna every day in a low-key Audi was actually Kendrick, the CEO of the Gregory Group.Then she and her classmates searched online, and they knew everything.What Anna? It's Annabelle, Mr. Gregory's flash-married wife. This kind of idol drama plot only happens around them.So Kamila considerately packed Annabelle's luggage and delivered it to her.After all, since the CEO's husband arrived, how could Anna possibly sleep with her?Annabelle opened the door for Kamila and took everything she stuffed into her arms. She looked at the angry Kamila and awkwardly smiled, "I hid it from you guys because I was afraid of being treated differently.""Hmph, go back and help me lose two kilograms, and I will forgive you."Annabelle laughed and said, "Okay, okay."Kamila finally laughed and said, "By the way, we are going mountain climbin
Julissa wondered—could it be that Scott didn’t have a membership card and had used Heather’s instead?She temporarily stepped away from the front desk and sat in the lounge area, trying to figure out what to do next.Technically, she could just call Scott and ask him to bring her in.But she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to show up unannounced, catch them off guard, and completely disrupt their rhythm.And besides, if she were stopped outside and had to wait for Scott to come out and fetch her, it would feel like she had already lost to Heather in terms of presence and pride.So, that plan was a no-go.Should she just wait until they came out? But the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she felt.Why should she waste her time waiting around like this while they got to enjoy their date?Just as she was lost in frustration, a male voice called out to her.“Julissa?”Julissa closed her eyes. She didn’t even need to turn around—the voice alone was enough to know who it was.S
Julissa quickly grabbed Scott’s hand. “Don’t worry about it.”He curled his lips into a smile and obediently let go, then swept her up into his arms and carried her back to the bed…The next morning, Julissa sat up, rubbing her throbbing temples and aching body—only to find the bed empty.Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains onto her body. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Eleven a.m.Crap! She was late!No, this wasn’t just being late—she’d completely skipped work!“Mr. Nichols?” she called toward the bedroom door. No response. Clearly, the big boss had already gone to the office.She reached for her phone by the pillow—then suddenly remembered she’d used it to record video last night. Scott had gone to take a shower, and she’d been so exhausted she’d fallen asleep without even thinking about it.The phone had to still be on the windowsill.Barefoot, she got out of bed and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, the phone was still there, screen down and nearly burnin
After dinner, they cleaned up the kitchen together. Then Scott went to take a shower, while Julissa headed to the bedroom.She placed her phone on the windowsill, hidden behind the curtain. Only a sheer layer covered it—just enough to keep things from being too explicit. As long as his voice was clearly captured, a blurry image would actually be even better.After all, the last thing she wanted was for every man at his future wedding to see her naked on the big screen.Yes—she was going to record her night with Mr. Nichols.Just like those classic evil ex-girlfriends in dramas, she planned to send the footage straight to his future wife. And better yet—broadcast it at their wedding.Sure, this move was one of those you hurt me, I’ll destroy us both kind of deals.But whatever. She, Julissa, was just a nobody, a little shrimp in the vast sea of high society. Once she left this circle, she could go back to her own little life.Even if she couldn't return to a peaceful life, she would do
Julissa was startled by his sudden move. She quickly turned around and smiled at Scott. “Maybe my period is coming. I’m just feeling a little low.”He paused for a second, as if just realizing what she meant by “period,” then gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.“You girls get emotional because of that?”Julissa forced a small smile. “Of course. We get moody, feel down for no reason, and crave all kinds of heavy flavors.”Scott raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So what’s Julissa craving today?”Julissa immediately sensed where this was going and shot him a glare. “Definitely not what you’re thinking.”“What am I thinking?” Scott’s gaze lingered on her lips, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.Truth be told, Julissa wasn’t in the mood to flirt, so she backed away slightly. “Mr. Nichols, behave yourself…”He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her.Julissa wanted to push him away, but her hands were covered in marinade and seasoning from preparing the fish.
That one sentence struck deep.Instinctively, Julissa glanced at the ring on her left middle finger, thinking of what Scott had said to her.That night, when he gave her the ring, he had told her it wasn’t an engagement ring—just something to wear for now, and that when the time came for a proposal, he would give her something even better.She believed his words.So even though what Mrs. Nichols just said shocked her, and even brought a momentary pang to her chest, she didn’t believe it.“How do you know he won’t marry me?”Honestly, Julissa even wanted to ask, How do you know I’d definitely agree to marry him? A girl’s got her pride too.But now wasn’t the time to nitpick. She just wanted to know where Mrs. Nichols got the confidence to say so definitively that Scott wouldn’t marry her.Mrs. Nichols didn’t seem like the type to lie, and that only made Julissa more determined to find out the truth.“Then I’ll be blunt,” Mrs. Nichols said. “Tomorrow at 7 p.m., he’s going to meet Miss H
Walking beside Mrs. Nichols was another senior executive from the Nichols Group, one of the company’s veterans. The two of them were chatting and laughing, clearly in good spirits.Why is Mrs. Nichols still here? Has she been at the company the whole day?But then again, she was the former president’s wife. It was only natural for her to be on familiar terms with the old guard.Julissa quickly lowered her head, pretending she hadn’t seen anything, hoping Mrs. Nichols hadn’t noticed her either.She scrolled aimlessly through her phone, clearly distracted. She knew she should go up and greet her, but kept telling herself there was no point in exchanging a few perfunctory words. Better to stay in ostrich mode.More importantly, she was feeling guilty—her first impression with her future mother-in-law had been far from ideal. Or maybe it was just that Mrs. Nichols had such an overwhelming presence that Julissa dreaded facing her alone.She couldn’t help but wonder again—what kind of man m
Julissa truly felt like she could never win against this man. Talking to him was like navigating a minefield—one careless step, and she’d fall right into his trap.But it was still working hours, after all. Julissa thought his sudden surge of interest was way too unexpected, leaving her flustered and completely unprepared.“Mr. Nichols, what do you take me for?” she asked, breathless.“What do I take you for?”As each button was slowly undone, Julissa felt like her face was about to combust.“I’m not the kind of woman who’d… who’d just let herself get harassed for a bonus!”“Then just pretend you’re harassing me,” Scott said casually.Julissa blinked. That’s allowed?But actually, if she flipped the roles in her mind—if she imagined herself as the one taking advantage of him—somehow, it felt a bit more tolerable.Scott’s hands didn’t stop moving. They were already at her waist. “Besides,” he murmured, “you went back on your word. There’s got to be a price for that.”Julissa was hot an
Kendrick resumed his earlier position, leaning against the headboard. “The Nichols family still has some unresolved issues—they’re definitely in no place to plan a wedding right now.”“I see…” Annabelle nodded thoughtfully. “But Julissa’s dad also said they had to be together for at least a year before they could get married, just to prevent them from being impulsive.”Kendrick didn’t respond further. He got out of bed and walked around to Annabelle’s side, scooping her up in his arms.“What are you doing now?” Annabelle asked in alarm.Kendrick chuckled helplessly. “Time to wash up, remember? You said your legs were too weak to walk.”…The Next Morning, Times GroupWhen Julissa went to the staff lounge to get water, she overheard her colleagues excitedly chatting about their quarterly bonuses.When they saw her, they couldn't help gossiping. They said that Miss Hickman had been working overtime again and had even completed another project, so her bonus would surely be substantial.J
That morning, after Agatha left the the Whitney Group, she died in a car accident that afternoon.The killer wasn’t Dereon, and it certainly wasn’t Ryan. Since he had promised to let her go, he wasn’t someone who would go back on his word.But Ryan knew exactly who did it—because right after Agatha’s death, he received a phone call.On the other end, the man said coldly, “Little Ryan, this is how you deal with traitors.”Ryan understood—this was a warning. A warning that if he dared to betray them, dared to spare Kendrick again, then whether it was Ryan himself, Anna, or anyone close to him, they’d all end up like Agatha.At this point, it was no longer a matter of wanting to kill Kendrick or not—it was something he had to do.Otherwise, the one who would die… would be him.Ryan downed his drink in one gulp.Dereon continued, “Young Master, I’m grateful you didn’t punish me and only assigned me overseas. But I still don’t think I did anything wrong. And that Sid—how could he possibly