When Scott walked to the edge of the balcony and looked toward the dance floor, he saw her dancing gracefully in a white spaghetti-strap dress with a man. Her movements were elegant and beautiful, like a white swan gliding into the banquet hall. They danced with poise and beauty, a perfect match in appearance, and had already become the center of attention.Scott narrowed his eyes.What was the relationship between that man and her?Why were they so in sync?And the way she looked at him—her focus and the radiance in her eyes—Scott had never seen anything like it before. It was as if, in that moment, there were only the two of them in the entire banquet hall.A sour, bitter feeling surged from the depths of his heart.He left the balcony and turned to his friend. "Excuse me for a moment, we’ll catch up later."Scott left the second floor and returned to the first-floor banquet hall with a cold, gloomy aura.At that moment, Annabelle and Kendrick were also on the first floor. They had
As the second dance ended, Lucas supported Julissa’s waist and finished the dance with a graceful and smooth backward bend.The onlookers praised them, and some even clapped.However, through her inverted perspective, Julissa spotted a dark, somber face in the crowd.It was Scott, standing on the sidelines, watching her with an unreadable, gloomy expression.Julissa had no idea how long he had been watching, but a cold sweat broke out on her back. She felt like a schoolgirl caught skipping class by the teacher. Hastily, she straightened up and said to Lucas, “I should go.”Lucas, however, grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in front of him, handing her his phone. “Save your new number.”During the dance, the two of them had been so focused, almost competing in their dancing, with barely any small talk.Lucas wanted to catch up and hear about her recent life.Julissa hurriedly shared her contact details, saying, “I really need to go. If I don’t, my boss will say something.”Lucas loo
Making a young girl drink on his behalf—how shameless! Julissa lamented inwardly.Could it be because she had abandoned him earlier to dance with someone else, leaving him standing alone? Now, was CEO Nichols abusing his power to make her suffer?She had just complimented him on his noble character and the idea that he was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, but now Julissa was retracting all her positive comments about Scott. He was extremely petty, vengeful, and cunning.She silently complained but dared not say anything, since after all, he was her boss."Assistant Hickman, do you have a problem?"Julissa shook her head. "No.""Good."Julissa followed Scott through the crowd, and soon, someone came over to offer a toast to him.Scott shamelessly handed the glass to Julissa."I can't drink recently; she’ll drink on my behalf," he boldly told his friend.In the business world, people often became excited at the prospect of making women drink. The man praised Julissa’s good dr
Julissa raised a glass of champagne and said, "Mr. Howard, this is for you."She tilted her head back and drank the first glass in one go.Mr. Howard laughed heartily. "Miss Hickman is truly generous! I like this kind of girl!"Julissa dabbed at the wine on her lips and glanced carefully at the icy boss beside her.Just in time, she made eye contact with Scott, and she couldn’t help but shudder.Why did his gaze seem even more terrifying now?Could it be that he was worried she wouldn’t be able to handle three glasses?Though she was starting to feel a little dizzy, she could hold her liquor. A few more glasses wouldn’t take her down.Mr. Howard had already handed her the second glass, his smile wide as he said, "Miss Hickman, please."Julissa took a deep breath, accepted the glass, and was about to drink when Scott stopped her by gripping her wrist."Don’t force yourself if you can’t handle it.""I’m fine, CEO Nichols," Julissa reassured him in her mind. Since this was an important b
"Then think it over again." Scott's voice was cold.Mr.Howard frowned, unwillingly glancing at Julissa before leaning in toward Scott. "Mr. Nichols, she's just a small assistant. Is this really necessary? We're talking about a billion-dollar project."Julissa overheard Mr.Howard's words, but once she had alcohol in her system, her brain stopped working properly. The cryptic conversation went over her head, and she couldn't figure it out immediately.She only sensed that Scott was angry."I don’t do business by trading women. Mr.Howard, you must have misunderstood. My apologies."Mr.Howard froze for a moment before laughing heartily. He clasped his hands together in a gesture of apology. "That was my mistake. Let's discuss the contract another time."Julissa stared blankly at Mr.Howard as he walked away, puzzled. "Mr. Nichols, why didn’t you let me sign the contract? It was so close to being finalized."Scott’s face remained dark. "He wanted to take you upstairs to take advantage of yo
Julissa was already drunk, her mind foggy, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Ariana and Cael were up to something sneaky.Are they planning something against Anna?She knocked on her hazy head, trying to stay clear-headed.She stood up, intending to head over to Annabelle.Even if she didn’t know what she could do, at least being by Anna’s side would be better than nothing.But as soon as she got up, the world spun, and her legs felt like they were stepping on cotton. She couldn’t even stand properly.Scott caught her. "Where are you going?"Julissa raised her hand and pointed in Annabelle’s direction.Scott followed her finger, which was aimed toward the banquet hall's exit. Thinking she wanted to leave, he simply said, "Alright," and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her straight out of the hall through the side door.The pressure against her stomach from being carried made Julissa feel sick. She clutched Scott’s shirt tightly, burying her head in his chest, desperately hol
Julissa didn’t quite catch the implication of that "again."She thought Scott had simply seen through the crush she once had on him.But more importantly—how could he say such flirtatious things so casually, without even blinking?!"Mr. Nichols, don’t you feel embarrassed saying things like that?"He smirked lightly, amusement flashing in his eyes. "If you’re not embarrassed, why should I be?"Julissa tilted her head, grinning mischievously as she leaned in closer. "So… does that mean I can flirt with you however I want?"Scott flicked her forehead, shaking his head helplessly. "Julissa, I really should record you right now."Just then, the car arrived. Scott helped her inside, and they both sat in the back seat.The driver asked, "Mr. Nichols, to the office or…?"Scott originally planned to return to the office, but after glancing at Julissa—who had instantly fallen asleep the moment she leaned against the window—he sighed."Take us home."He was the one who got her drunk, so he had
After finishing in the bathroom, Julissa wobbled over to the pristine sink.Through the mirror, she took in her surroundings again—still the same high-end black, white, and gray aesthetic.The faucet, free of even a single water stain, gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. The marble countertop, with its rippling stone patterns, looked just as chilly.Julissa couldn't help but complain, "The designer of this hotel must be emotionally detached."Then, her eyes landed on a white ceramic tray on the counter. Several white and brown bottles sat neatly arranged on it.Probably just some basic skincare products, she guessed.Curious, she picked one up and squinted at the label—a jumble of blurry letters, not a single recognizable word.Looks expensive…She made a mental note to try them out when she took a bath later.Right now, though, she was too lazy even to wash her hands. She just wanted to sleep.She set the bottle back down, but her drunken clumsiness betrayed her—she knocked over the
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