Kael’s face turned deathly pale upon hearing those words. Without hesitation, he turned to flee.But Eleanor grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back.“Stand right here.” She then turned to Kendrick. “Are you sure?”Kendrick rubbed his temples, his voice hoarse. “Go check for yourself. I’ll leave it to you.”“Wait a moment.”“What now?”Kendrick’s tone was impatient. Why was Eleanor always so troublesome? Couldn’t she see he was in a hurry?Eleanor took a step closer, lowering her voice. “If I find the person who drugged you, how do you want me to handle them?”“Do whatever you want. Just don’t let them off easy.”With that, Kendrick forced himself to maintain his composure, suppressing the intoxicated feeling overtaking him. He quickly left the banquet hall, heading straight for the lounge where Annabelle had been earlier.Eleanor glanced at Kael and smirked. “That drink—make me another one.”“Ah… Miss Duncan, this…”“Hm?” Eleanor narrowed her eyes.Kael’s legs nearly gave out.
By now, Kendrick was drenched in sweat. He casually tugged at his tie and sank into the sofa, sitting in the dark, quietly waiting for the effects of the drug to subside.He took out his phone to call Annabelle, but the call went unanswered until it was automatically disconnected. He dialed again, and the same thing happened.After countless attempts, frustration, worry, and the burning sensation in his body overwhelmed him. He tossed the phone aside, pressing his fingers to his temple in frustration.As time dragged on, each passing second felt like an eternity. His body felt like it was being crawled over by a thousand ants, an unbearable itch gnawing at his very bones.While Kendrick struggled against his desires, Annabelle had returned to the banquet hall.She had been chatting with Elio earlier, but then Julissa called, and the two ladies met again. At that time, Scott had gone off to talk with some business contacts, and Julissa, feeling a bit out of place by herself, wandered a
Annabelle bit her lip. She did feel uncomfortable, but she wasn’t like some people who couldn’t tell the difference between jealousy and rage.She understood that Kendrick dancing with Eleanor was just a formality, a gesture in the business world to show that the Gregory and Duncan families would soon collaborate. Even though she wasn’t a businessperson, she understood the logic behind it.“I’m not that childish.”Kendrick smirked, nibbling on her lip. Despite being on the brink of losing control, he patiently explained, “Don’t worry. When I danced with her, we were eight feet apart. A third person could have fit between us.”Annabelle imagined the scene and couldn’t help but smile.As they spoke, his hand had already found its way down her smooth spine, inching lower, making Annabelle gasp for air.The dim light filtering in from the window illuminated him, and she noticed he was drenched in sweat, his eyes bloodshot. The sight made her realize something was wrong.“Why are you sweat
Annabelle’s mind was in turmoil.People were coming and going outside. She didn’t need to look to know that they couldn’t leave now. At least not in the state that Kendrick was in—his condition was far too embarrassing to be seen by their friends and business partners. The last thing they needed was for someone to witness this situation.There were also reporters out there, and once they snapped pictures, who knew how they'd spin the story?And as for the drug, if Kendrick tried to fight it off, it would harm his body. Right now, she was his only antidote...Noticing Annabelle biting her lip in hesitation, Kendrick spoke again, "I’ve checked. There are no bugs, no cameras, and no one will interrupt us. Annabelle..."Her face flushed even more as she murmured, "You really thought of everything.""So, are you reassured now?" he chuckled, pushing up the hem of her skirt.Annabelle hesitated a moment before nodding. "Then, keep your voice down..."She wrapped her arms tightly around Kendr
“He’s Mr. Duncan’s second son, Elio. You’ve probably never met him before?” Annabelle asked, with an innocent look on her face.Kendrick nodded thoughtfully, understanding now. “So he’s the one eyeing my wife.”“I heard he only just came back to the country. I’ve never met him before.” Kendrick admitted.Annabelle smiled slyly, adding, “So, do you know who else he is?”Kendrick smiled knowingly, as he was already aware of the story. Eleanor had told him everything.Elio had once been in danger, and it was the 14-year-old Annabelle who saved him. After recovering, he left Springvale Temple, but he never forgot the angel who had helped him. Years later, he was intent on marrying the girl who had saved him.Fortunately, half a year ago, at the engagement party, Kendrick had been incredibly perceptive and quick to act. He had spotted the little angel, Annabelle, and without hesitation, he had seized the opportunity to sweep her off her feet. He had worked tirelessly and with unwavering de
“Nothing. Keep going,” Kendrick said, his thoughts drifting. He figured that Ryan might have played a role at the critical moment—perhaps he didn’t want Annabelle to have any more contact with Elio?As he thought further, Kendrick realized that Ryan had just taken over the Whitney family business and was still finding his footing. So, when Mr. Duncan invited Ryan to attend the banquet, it was likely an effort to help him out. Given their relationship, Kendrick wasn’t particularly fond of Mr. Duncan, but he understood the connection. It seemed that Ryan had once saved Elio, and that was why they had become friends.After that, Kendrick didn’t question anything else Annabelle said.When she finished, he asked, “How did you know Elio was the beggar from back then? Wasn’t his face injured? And you didn’t know his name or identity.”Annabelle smiled, “I saw the tattoo on his chest. It’s the one I…”She paused mid-sentence, realizing she had said too much.Kendrick immediately picked up on
At this moment, a big scene was unfolding in the suite on the fifth floor...An hour earlier, Eleanor had knocked on the door of Lila's suite, where she was staying. When Lila opened the door, she was filled with excitement, thinking it was Kendrick. Before she could fully say "Brother-in-law," Eleanor and her people had already entered the room. "What are you doing?" When Lila saw Kael among the group, and his pale face, she realized that the situation had probably been exposed. She immediately became alert and secretly reached for her phone, intending to call her aunt, Briley, to come and save her. But Eleanor quickly took the phone from her and tossed it into a nearby fish tank. Eleanor then sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. "Miss Castillo, have a seat." Lila sat uneasily across from Eleanor. She had heard about Eleanor's temper. She knew that being in her territory and doing something like this meant it was over for her. She couldn't help but think that maybe
“How could they have seen through it? Wasn’t it because you were acting too fake?” Lila asked Kael while reaching into the fish tank to grab her phone.“I wasn’t acting wrongly,” he replied absentmindedly, his squinting eyes greedily roaming over Lila’s body.Through the silk robe, the pink lace was faintly visible. Kael took a deep breath, his eyes drifting over her in a way that made Lila, absorbed in her panic, not even notice. She was trembling, her hands shaking as she wiped the wet phone, still wondering how her plan had been exposed.Did Kendrick drink the spiked wine? And did he know she had drugged him?She hoped that Eleanor hadn’t told Kendrick yet. If Kendrick found out she had drugged him, not only would he hate her more, but he might even tell her aunt, Briley. Once her aunt knew that she had ruined the plan, she would be terribly disappointed. If her parents found out, Lila’s life would be over. Her father was strict and conservative; if he found out what she had done,
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