After Scott hung up the phone, Julissa asked, “Did something happen?”She had heard him mention a hospital room number and noticed his grim expression. Her first thought was that a friend or family member had been hospitalized.“Yvette suddenly collapsed and is in the hospital. I’m going to check on her,” Scott said while putting on his suit jacket.Julissa quickly asked, “How is she now?”“They’ve already stabilized her. It shouldn’t be too serious.” He glanced at the time. “There’s still an hour left before you’re off work. Keep working for now. After you finish, head home first. I’ll go to the hospital, and if everything is fine, I’ll come to the apartment to see you.”Julissa initially wanted to ask if she should go with him, but hearing how he put it, she swallowed her words.After all, she wasn’t close to Yvette—they had only met a day ago.But Scott and Yvette were longtime friends. In this dynamic, Julissa was the outsider. If Mr. Nichols didn’t want her to be too involved, th
Julissa wanted to push the door open and ask these people—do they even have eyes? Where exactly did she look “not good enough”? She wanted to tell these foul-mouthed gossips that she never asked Mr. Nichols for an apartment—she was just staying there temporarily. She never asked Scott to buy her gifts. And more importantly, she had never even slept with him! Her hand was already on the doorknob, ready to push it open. But in the end, she let go. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to stay calm. “If you waste time arguing with these kinds of people, you’re only dragging yourself down to their level.” That was something Scott had told her before. For those who slander you, the best way to shut them up isn’t by arguing—it’s by proving them wrong through your own strength. After all, you can’t silence every rumor just by trying to stop them. Silently, she left the company. This wasn’t her usual way of handling things. But ever since she started being with Scott, she found h
Rewind to three hours earlier.It was 9 PM.After finishing her training, Anna left the dance studio and headed to the parking lot. Just as she was about to get into her car, a sudden cramp seized her calf muscles.She leaned against the car door, sucking in a sharp breath from the pain.A tall figure appeared in front of her.Anna looked up and was surprised to see him.“Young Master… why are you… here?”Because of the pain, Annabelle’s words came out in fragments.He didn’t answer her.Instead, he walked up to her, crouched down, and gently placed his hand on her left knee.“This leg?”Annabelle gritted her teeth and nodded. “Muscle… cramp… It’ll be fine… in a moment.”“Hold onto my shoulder and stand properly.”She hesitated, then placed her hand on the car door instead of his shoulder.He didn’t say anything about it. He simply held her ankle with one hand and pressed against her knee with the other, adjusting her leg the same way Kendrick had done before.Soon, the pain faded awa
Annabelle lowered her head, not responding to his words.She had been busy and exhausted lately, temporarily pushing thoughts of the Young Master out of her mind.But with just one sentence, he brought back memories of that day when they climbed the mountain together.His confession.Everything he had done for her.It all came crashing down like an invisible weight on her heart, suffocating her.Julissa always said she was carefree and rational, that she always knew what she wanted.But Julissa didn’t know—being rational and carefree didn’t mean she never felt sorrow.She knew she had chosen Kendrick.She had almost completely cut ties with the Young Master.But the guilt and remorse had never lessened.“…Young Master, I’m sorry.”Ryan let out a soft chuckle.“You don’t need to apologize. I was just one step too late.”That was how Kendrick found his opening.But it was fine.He believed—no, he was certain—that one day in the future, he and Anna would return to the home that truly bel
Kendrick stood in front of her car, his own vehicle parked not far ahead.From the coldness in his gaze, Annabelle knew—he had seen everything.Including the Young Master kissing her.Her mind buzzed. Instinctively, she wanted to lower her head, pretend she wasn’t there.But Kendrick had already seen her.And her car.There was nowhere to hide.The two men were still locked in a silent standoff.She didn’t know if they would start fighting.But she thought it was a real possibility.Taking a deep breath, she opened the car door and got out.No matter what, she couldn’t let the two of them come to blows.But what she feared didn’t happen.Just as she stepped out, a black Bentley pulled up beside the Young Master.Clearly, it had come to pick him up.The Young Master turned to look at her.His gaze lingered briefly on her lips before he curved them into a slight smirk.Then, he got into the car.Now, only she and Kendrick remained.Under the streetlamp, they stared at each other.His ex
After Kendrick finished speaking, he walked out of the dressing room.Watching his retreating figure, Annabelle felt a deep sense of grievance.Her nose tingled with the threat of tears.Why wouldn’t he just listen to her explanation?She hadn’t gone on a secret date with another man.What happened in the car wasn’t what he thought…It was the Young Master who suddenly kissed her.How could she have predicted that? And she had pushed him away immediately!Dazed, she followed Kendrick toward the bathroom.The door opened.Then— Bang!It shut.Annabelle’s heart trembled.She stopped in her tracks.She wanted to rush in.But the closed door in front of her was a clear sign of Kendrick’s attitude.He didn’t want to talk to her.At least not right now.Maybe after he finished showering, he’d cool down a little—then she could explain.Annabelle returned to her suite and took a quick shower.Her mind was still preoccupied with Kendrick, so she didn’t linger.After drying off, she slipped int
Annabelle blinked.Even on the first day they met, Kendrick had never been this restrained or polite.This rare display of self-control left her momentarily at a loss for how to respond.She hesitated for a second before murmuring, “No…”Kendrick lowered his head again.Annabelle felt completely shut out.Clearly, he had no intention of talking.Or perhaps—he didn’t even want to acknowledge her presence.Maybe after seeing another man kiss her, he now found her repulsive?Maybe he didn’t even want to waste another word on her?She could understand.If she saw Kendrick being kissed by another woman, she would be just as upset.She wouldn’t want to talk to him either.She might not even want him to touch her again.Annabelle pressed her lips together, turned silently, and walked toward the door.It seemed like the only option was to let him cool off on his own.She would explain when he was ready to listen.But just as she reached the doorway, a cold voice rang out behind her—“Stop.”H
His voice was hoarse, thick with jealousy, and his eyes burned with rage.It was as if he had been suppressing his emotions for too long, and now, he was finally about to explode.Annabelle stared at him blankly. “I didn’t expect Young Master to suddenly kiss me. It was just a brief kiss, nothing more. I pushed him away—you saw it yourself…”She was telling the truth.But under Kendrick’s piercing gaze, her explanation somehow felt insincere, like a poorly constructed lie.She had initially felt sorry for him.But now, being interrogated like this, she felt both wronged and afraid.Her eyes reddened as she whispered, “If you don’t believe me, you can check the car’s surveillance footage. I didn’t lie to you.”The moment her words fell, Kendrick lowered his head and bit her lips.Pain shot through Annabelle’s lips, followed by the taste of blood.Her eyes widened in shock as she immediately pushed him away. “Kendrick, did you actually bite me?!”Kendrick didn’t respond.His dark eyes l
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