After taking a few bites, Sheryl's phone suddenly chimed with a text notification."Danger! Steven must not drink that wine! Mason drugged it. He's trying to ruin Steven's reputation!"Sheryl froze for a second. Without a moment of hesitation or even a sliver of doubt, she sprang up, ready to rush upstairs, only to abruptly stop in her tracks.She suddenly remembered that Brandon and Vivian's private room was at the far end, just to the right. If she went up now, she might run into them. Worse, she might not make it in time to stop anything.Just then, she recalled the business card Steven had given her before. She hurriedly fished it out of her bag and dialed the number.-At that exact moment, Mason Jenkins had just walked up to Steven with a wine bottle. He poured Steven a glass."There were some misunderstandings between us during Leo Yates' case," he said with a smile. "This one's on me. I hope you can let bygones be bygones."The dinner tonight had been arranged by a few
Steven's cold gaze landed on Sheryl's face. When he spoke, his voice was deep but sounded indifferent. "What's the matter?""I've collected some evidence recently, but I haven't organized it yet. I'm afraid something might go wrong. Can I send it to you and have you keep it for me?"The evidence she currently had wasn't much. There were only some photos, screenshots, and recordings. Unfortunately, she didn't even have the courage to open and look at them. She was also worried that one day, Brandon might suddenly check her phone or computer, and she just didn't feel secure. It seemed safer to keep all this with a lawyer for now."How's the property part coming along?" Steven asked casually."I've already figured out the marital assets. I'll take some time to write up a list and send it to you."Steven nodded. "His personal assets can be investigated during the lawsuit by applying to the court for a financial review and asset preservation. But it's good for you to have an idea abo
Whether the pear blossom trees were sprouting branches in the spring, blooming in early summer, or covered in snow in the winter, they were always beautiful.Sheryl stood still for quite a while. Suddenly, she realized that her love for the pear blossoms had faded significantly.Dragging her tired body back to her room, she stood at the door and looked inside. Every single item in the room held memories of her and Brandon since their wedding.When they first renovated the place, it was all based on her preferences. The design of the walk-in closet was something she drew herself. From the bed, sofa, and table to the curtains, down to the beddings and towels, everything was chosen by them together at the furniture store.The sweetness of those moments had now turned into humiliation and ridicule.She smirked and walked to the desk. Her eyes lingered on the bottles of pear blossom perfume that he had customized for her. After a few seconds, she decisively picked them up and tossed th
Sheryl woke up around eight o'clock the next morning. Despite having slept for a long time, she still felt exhausted. The endless, chaotic dreams had drained her energy completely.The rain outside hadn't stopped.Melinda brought breakfast to her room. After eating, she prepared the photos, videos, and recordings and sent them to Steven. After some hesitation, she typed a message. "Mr. Peterson, if he's booked a room at a hotel long-term to stay with his mistress, can this be considered cohabitation?"It took Steven more than ten minutes to reply. "How long does he stay there each time?"Sheryl pursed her lips. "Not sure, but this time he only stayed for two days.""In legal terms, extramarital cohabitation usually refers to a married individual living with a third party in a stable and long-term manner without a marriage certificate. If he's just booking the room to stay for a few days with the mistress every month, it doesn't count as cohabitation."Sheryl felt a cold wav
The next morning, a batch of acrylic panels ordered by the art gallery arrived. As the director, Sheryl had to be there for the inspection.It was late autumn and had been raining for two straight days, and it showed no signs of stopping.Knowing she disliked driving in the rain, Brandon offered to drive her, and Sheryl didn't turn him down.Just as the car pulled into a parking space, Sheryl spotted a familiar white BMW pulling into a space across from them. She unbuckled her seat before the engine was even turned off.It was Vivian.Sheryl paused for a moment. Then she remembered; Vivian's two-week vacation was over. She was due back at work today.Without looking at Brandon, Sheryl tucked away her emotions, grabbed her bag, and got out of the car with a smile."Morning, Vivian. First day back?"Vivian froze for a second. The momentary panic in her eyes vanished quickly as she glanced at the man in the driver's seat. She smiled and shut her car door."Yeah. Good morning, Sher
Back then, Vivian didn't have enough cash on hand. Sheryl had lent her three hundred thousand with an IOU, but she still hadn't paid it back.Sheryl valued their friendship and had never brought it up.Besides, someone who owned a 3,230-square-foot mansion wouldn't care about an 860-square-foot apartment.Her thoughts drifted off until the voice beside her became clearer."After two weeks off, I feel like I've forgotten how to do my job," Vivian said. "I saw in the group chat that Aubrey's solo exhibit is coming along smoothly."Aubrey was a big name in the art world. Two of her pieces had sold earlier that year at an auction in Velmira for five million and eight point four million respectively.She had a striking, confident appearance, and her art leaned toward abstract impressionism. Every brushstroke seemed effortless yet conveyed a mysterious, profound beauty. This would be her first solo exhibition in the country.She had chosen Moran Art Gallery specifically because Sheryl'
Sheryl had given them her heart and soul over the years.Why did they have to do this to her?Sheryl racked her brain but still couldn't understand. The sound of a door closing came from behind, and she quickly forced her tears back. She nervously licked her lips, trying to hide the despair and sorrow on her face.But the bitterness in her heart only grew.Brandon walked over and saw her stiff figure. Concerned, he asked, "What's wrong?"She held back a sob and quickly made up an excuse. "It just occurred to me. When we go back tomorrow, should we also prepare something for Simon, Gloria, and Julie? Otherwise, would they read into it and be upset?"Sheryl emphasized Gloria's name when she said it.Gloria came from the prestigious Gates family in Nexville. She was elegant, dignified, and had been raised in luxury. She had always hated Elaine and Brandon and looked down on them.Simon, the Simrod family's patriarch, and Gloria had married for strategic reasons. Their relationship
Sheryl inhaled softly and forced a smile. "Mother, don't blame Brandon. He's already been really good to me. I've just been too busy lately. I haven't had much of an appetite, and I didn't sleep well last night.""That won't do. No matter how busy you get, your health comes first," Elaine said before pulling Sheryl into the villa. "Layla, bring over the soup I prepared," she added.Layla, Elaine's maid, responded right away and quickly brought over a bowl of soup.Sheryl reached out to take it. "Thank you, Mother.""It's just soup. If you like it, take all of it home with you tonight."After a few sips, Sheryl motioned for the maid, Layla, to bring over the gifts she'd brought for Elaine. "Happy birthday, Mother. This is a little something from Brandon and me. We wish you everlasting youth, peace, and happiness.""Oh my, so many things. You two are so thoughtful." Elaine looked over each gift with delight. The smile in her eyes deepened as she turned to Layla and said, "Put these
Vivian had posted a new update that evening."My husband gave me this month's allowance. What should I buy?"It was followed by a thinking face and a heart emoji.Below that was a screenshot of a bank transfer and a chat conversation.It was a hundred thousand dollars.The sender's name and account number were blurred out, but the timestamp was clearly visible. It went through at six minutes to eight that night.Vivian hadn't blurred the WhatsApp profile photo, contact name, or chat log."I miss you so much," Vivian wrote."I miss you too, baby," Brandon replied."If you miss me, why don't you come see me? Hmph!" There was an angry face emoji at the end.Brandon had replied with a voice message."You'd better not lie to me. I bought coffee for my coworkers this afternoon saying you did it. You have to pay me back," Vivian had responded."Alright, I'll transfer it to you."Just reading those few lines made Sheryl feel stuffy in her chest. Her breathing turned shallow and lab
Sheryl clenched her fists tightly. Brandon really had given Vivian quite a lot of things."Boyfriend? Vivian, when did that happen? Congratulations!"The nearby colleagues gasped in surprise. They smiled and offered their congratulations.Vivian replied with a shy smile, "Thank you! This afternoon I'll have him treat everyone to coffee."The coworkers politely declined. "Oh, that's too much, we can't accept that.""It's fine," Vivian said generously. "It's just coffee."Back in college, Sheryl had already noticed that Vivian was great at winning people over. There were always one or two folks gathered around her. That sweet, innocent, and kind act of hers was the perfect disguise.Now that she thought about it, Elaine was the exact same type.It turned out that Vivian was the one who would've made the perfect daughter-in-law for Elaine."Sheryl, what do you want for afternoon tea?" Just as she was about to return to her office, Vivian called after her again.Sheryl paused for
Once the waiter left, silence fell between them. They seemed to have nothing to talk about.Sheryl realized that Steven only got talkative when it came to legal matters. Otherwise, he was a man of few words.He didn't find the silence awkward at all.Sheryl felt a little uneasy. She thought of the stack of documents on his desk earlier, all related to Vincent's case, and took the initiative to ask, "How's the investigation on Vincent's case going? Did they catch the guy who pawned the pen?""They did." Steven paused for a second. "He was caught red-handed by Selena when she came out of the shower. She resisted, and he accidentally killed her.""Why was Vincent at Selena's place that night?"Steven lifted his gaze and gave her a long look. "Those are case details. Not something I should disclose."Sheryl got the hint and took a tactical sip of water. "Right. Shouldn't have asked."The truth was that he could tell her. That night, Vincent had arranged via WhatsApp to hook up wit
Sheryl originally thought the conversation outside would last no more than thirty minutes. But to her surprise, an hour and a half passed, and Margaret Holden was still going on and on.There wasn't a chair or sofa in the room, and she didn't feel comfortable sitting on the bed, so her legs had gone a bit numb.After another ten minutes, the hidden door finally slid open. Sheryl paused mid-leg-stretch and stared blankly at the man outside. After a few seconds, she quickly straightened up and gave him an awkward smile. "Has Mrs. Holden left?"Steven glanced at the perfectly untouched bed. His lips moved slightly. "Just left. Come on out.""Oh, okay."As Sheryl lifted her leg to move, she stumbled slightly. Steven instinctively reached out and caught her arm.Feeling embarrassed, she quickly pulled her arm away. "My legs are a little numb. Thanks.""Sit on the sofa and rest for a bit," Steven said, gesturing with a businesslike tone. "Do you want me to help you look into Veloura At
Steven glanced at her trembling hand without making it obvious. "Yes." He set down his coffee cup and added, "But the tax bureau will evaluate based on the severity of the case. "You weren't the one who evaded the taxes, you weren't aware of the situation, and you're the one making the report. Under those conditions, you could be exempt from punishment."Sheryl finally began to relax a little after hearing his calm voice."Is Veloura Atelier evading taxes?" he asked.Sheryl pursed her lips and clutched her phone more tightly. "I'm not sure. I just suddenly thought of it and wanted to ask."Steven gave a nonchalant grunt. "If that's the case, I'd suggest going to the tax bureau and looking into it. Use yourself as bait and catch them off guard. That's when they'll slip up."It was a clever tactic.It wouldn't affect her much personally. Maybe she really would find something or even dig up some key evidence.Once her pounding heart finally settled, she was ready to get up.Her p
Thinking back now, it really was stupid of her. She smiled at herself mockingly."Was there a written IOU for that three million?"Sheryl opened her mouth but shook her head. A trace of helplessness clouded her eyes.If she couldn't prove that the three million was a loan to Elaine, then as the investor and legal representative, she would definitely be implicated."Did you ever participate in any business decisions? Board meetings? Sign any establishment documents for the beauty salon?" Steven asked.Sheryl shook her head. "No. Choosing the location, renovation, purchasing all the equipment, hiring, and even the business planning model, I wasn't involved in any of it. All I did was give her the initial three million, and in return she made me the legal representative and gave me a profit share every six months.""How many times have you received them?""Only once so far," Sheryl replied. "The next payout is due next month. I only found out yesterday from her that the next payout
"Yeah, I know it's important," Sheryl said.It had been raining for several days in Nexville, and today was no different. It was still cloudy.After breakfast, Sheryl watched as Brandon drove off to work. Just as she turned around, her phone chimed."Take the contract you signed with Elaine to Steven. He will help you."Sheryl stared at the text. Her gaze intensified.Who was sending these?Before this, she and Steven were strangers. Even now, their relationship was still not close. How could this person be so sure Steven would help her?Was it just because he was a lawyer?She couldn't come up with an answer. She put her phone away and went upstairs to retrieve the contracts she had signed with Elaine last year.She had read through them carefully when they were signed, and there hadn't been anything suspicious at the time.After thinking for a moment, she didn't bother with makeup and drove directly to Peterson & Co.When she arrived, she happened to see Steven getting out
Sheryl didn't sleep well. She kept waking up throughout the night.By the time she opened her eyes again around seven, she felt no trace of drowsiness. She tossed back the covers and got up to wash and change.When she came downstairs, Brandon was sitting at the dining table and typing on his phone. His expression was focused and serious. She could see him smiling a little.The scene felt oddly familiar to Sheryl.She had a sense of déjà vu.It looked just like when they had been dating and sending each other affectionate texts. They'd gone through a long phase like that.Now, she was watching him do the same thing with another woman.It still hurt, but strangely, it didn't hurt as much as it used to."Good morning, Mrs. Simrod." Melinda's greeting pulled Sheryl back to reality.Brandon looked up and spotted her. His gaze softened, and the trace of warmth in his eyes quickly faded. He put his phone face-down on the table and got up to meet her. "You're up early today. Don't you
Simon nodded and stood up with Elaine. Still holding her hand, he spoke just in time. "When it comes to children, it's all about fate. In the Simrod family, there's no rule that says a woman has to have a child within the first year or two of marriage."Alright. Since everyone's here, let's eat," he added.That line was a direct slap in Gloria's face.Gloria let out a cold chuckle. "All I did was casually ask Sheryl about having a baby, and look at you, jumping to defend her as if your life's at stake. Whatever Elaine says is always right, isn't it?"Simon's expression turned grim, but Gloria wasn't planning to stick around to see his reaction. She stood up gracefully, smoothed the side of her hair, and said breezily, "I'm not feeling well. I'll skip dinner. Wouldn't want to ruin your mood either."With that, she turned around and walked out.If not for the deep entanglement of interests between their two families, she would have divorced him long ago. Thanks to her surname, Glo