Lila nervously clasped her hands together, her eyelashes trembling with anxiety. Annabelle narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t sure if the girl was just too young to hide her emotions or if she was deliberately putting on this innocent, straightforward act—wearing her heart on her sleeve, boldly declaring her affections. As long as Kendrick wasn’t a fool, he’d understand that this girl, who wasn’t even twenty yet, would fall into his arms with just the crook of a finger. Kendrick didn’t look at Annabelle. Instead, he lightly wrapped an arm around her waist, giving it a gentle squeeze—perhaps as reassurance, or maybe just teasing her for being a little jealous. Then, he turned to Lila and said a simple, polite but distant, “Thank you.” At that moment, the band began playing the first dance. Lila took a step forward and asked, “Sister, can I invite my brother-in-law for a dance? You wouldn’t mind, would you?” Annabelle felt uncomfortable. She wanted to say she *did* mind, but th
Annabelle lifted her gaze, thinking about Kendrick's actions earlier, which had made her feel more at ease. Seizing the opportunity when the dance slowed down, she hooked her arm around his neck and boldly kissed his cheek.Annabelle had never been so forward in public before, and the sudden act made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Her face turned a deep shade of red, and she quickly looked away, slightly embarrassed.Kendrick watched her with a deep, amused gaze. "Anna, how about we go upstairs now?" he teased.Annabelle, realizing he was joking, replied with a playful huff, "Dream on.""Ouch," Kendrick said, feigning hurt, "Anna, your attitude toward me is getting worse and worse, huh?"He pinched the soft spot on her waist, making her squirm and nearly lose her composure."Stop it!" she protested, laughing.Kendrick grinned and whispered in her ear, "I'll make you pay for this later."When the dance ended, Kendrick led Annabelle to the side to rest."I'm going to meet Mr.Duncan in a
Ryan glanced at Seraphina, his tone softening a little. "We’ll talk about it later. It's fine."Seraphina nodded and silently stepped back.Annabelle followed Kendrick into the reception room where Mr.Duncan was waiting.Mr.Duncan was dressed in a brown-red Tang suit, his hair slightly graying, but his face was rosy, and his voice boomed with authority, giving off a very dignified air.A woman in a white wrap-around dress was sitting opposite Mr.Duncan on the sofa. She had an elegant aura and a bright, cheerful laugh.When Annabelle and Kendrick entered, the woman was discussing a piece of porcelain on the coffee table with Mr.Duncan. It appeared to be a gift someone had just brought.As soon as Mr.Duncan saw Kendrick and Annabelle, he immediately smiled and greeted them, "Come, come, Kendrick, Annabelle, come sit."Annabelle was surprised that Mr.Duncan remembered her name so clearly, so she and Kendrick exchanged greetings with the elderly gentleman.Mr.Duncan smiled and nodded, giv
Mr. Duncan exchanged a glance with his daughter, Eleanor, who smiled and patted her father's knee, as if to tell him not to rush.Eleanor turned to Annabelle and said, "Earlier, my father and I were discussing this piece. I said it was a antique vase, but the old man insisted it was a antique wine vessel. I wonder what you think, Annabelle?"After carefully examining the vase, Annabelle smiled and said, "Actually, both of you are correct in some ways, but when it comes to the era of the vase, I lean more toward Miss Duncan's opinion."Mr. Duncan took a sip of tea and chuckled, "Please, Annabelle, go on.""This is a prunus vase, which could be used both as a wine vessel or as a flower vase. It first appeared in the Tang Dynasty, becoming popular during the Song and Liao periods. In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it was mostly used as a decorative item in imperial courts. In terms of shape and lines, the Ming Dynasty prunus vases are fuller and more robust, giving a sense of strength and
Since Eleanor had spoken, Kendrick didn’t say much more. He gently stroked Annabelle’s back and said, “Learn from Mr. Duncan more often. He’s an expert in calligraphy and painting.”“Got it,” Annabelle beamed at him. “You two go ahead.”With that, Kendrick left with Eleanor.Watching the two walk away, Annabelle couldn’t help but feel a little sour inside. But soon, she shifted her focus back to discussing paintings with Mr. Duncan. As they immersed themselves in the details of the artwork, a sense of mutual understanding blossomed between them—like finding a kindred spirit.As they conversed, a young man's voice rang out from outside the lounge.“What’s the topic? Sounds lively. Why wasn’t I invited?”The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Annabelle turned toward the entrance and saw a young man strolling in. He was dressed in a deep blue casual suit, his features sharp and refined, his posture upright yet relaxed. His nonchalant smirk carried an air of mystery, making it hard to gauge
Annabelle looked at the person in front of her, almost unable to believe what she was seeing. "You are... that little beggar?"Elio raised the corner of his lips. "Remember now?""You... how could you..." Annabelle couldn’t process it all at once. How could the beggar from back then have become the young master of such a prestigious family, Elio?But as she recalled some details from back then, Annabelle did suspect that Elio's identity might not be so simple.It was the summer of when she was 14 years old. After returning from the village market, the golden light of the setting sun was casting its glow over the hillside.She walked along the path, picking wildflowers on her way home. While she was gathering flowers on the hillside, she accidentally noticed a person lying in the ravine below.At first, she thought he was dead and almost lost her balance herself, but after steadying herself and looking closer, she saw that the man was still breathing, his chest rising and falling. Anna
Annabelle felt a wave of emotion. Looking at the frail and pitiful person from back then, now so healthy and clearly a young master of a prominent family, she couldn’t help but feel happy for him."You were really a bit much earlier, recognizing me but not acknowledging it."He smiled, "I was actually thinking of going a little further and scaring you more, but I was afraid you’d slap me in front of everyone, and that wouldn’t be fun."Annabelle laughed, "How did you become Mr. Duncan’s son?"Elio sighed and smiled helplessly, "I’ve always been his son. It’s just that I was imprisoned by some envious friends for three years, tortured in every possible way. Eventually, they threw me into a ravine to feed the wolves, and that’s when I met you. At the time, I really thought I had encountered a little fairy."Annabelle remembered treating his wounds and still felt a little shaken. She also recalled how hard it was to carry him back, taking many breaks along the way. Smiling, she said, "I
"Thankfully, he's quite interesting..." Annabelle wasn’t keen on discussing her arranged marriage or the developments between her and Kendrick. After all, it involved personal emotions, and she preferred to keep it private. Elio nodded. He thought that there really wasn’t the kind of relationship between Annabelle and Ryan that he had imagined. It seemed their marriage was just a result of family arrangements. But he wasn’t sure about the current state of their feelings for each other. If they were merely a couple in name, or if Kendrick couldn’t pass Eleanor’s test tonight, then he wouldn’t just stand by and watch. He was eager to compete with Kendrick, to challenge him. Hearing that the dance was coming to an end, Annabelle decided to go find Kendrick. Elio smiled and asked, "What, afraid he’ll be stolen away by Eleanor?" Annabelle awkwardly smiled and denied it. "Then don’t rush. He’ll probably be discussing business with my father soon. I bet you’re not a fan of th
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