Sylvia also found it a bit unbelievable. "Fred, that sounds a little unrealistic.""Trust me, Mom!" Frederick's expression was sincere.Looking at her son's earnest face, Sylvia said firmly, "Alright! I believe you. I'll let you handle it!"Frederick prepared a written agreement and handed it to them, saying coldly, "Sign here, and the old house and land will be yours. Our family won't owe you anything anymore!"Seeing this, Charlie was overjoyed and immediately signed his name. "Haha! Good! The five hundred thousand is settled! I promise not to bother your family anymore!"They felt oddly pleased.They had never expected to acquire the old house and land so quickly! It was all thanks to Frederick, this big fool! He had almost made them laugh to death with his claim of owning the entire Golden Coast!"Mom, let's go to our new home now!" Frederick took Sylvia and left.At this moment, Marissa said, "Mom! How about we secretly follow them and see if this guy is really bragg
The slap was swift and fierce, and it sent the security guard sprawling on the ground, teeth scattered everywhere. In full view of the public, Cedric picked up the discarded Dark Monarch Card and wiped it clean with his suit. After taking a deep breath, he respectfully handed it to Frederick and said, "I'm truly sorry, Mr. Lester! This guard is new and doesn't know the rules. He acted recklessly towards you."As the owner of the Golden Coast community, you have the right to handle him as you see fit!"The entire scene seemed to freeze as soon as the words fell, and silence enveloped the air.The onlookers were dumbfounded, and their jaws could hit the ground with how wide their mouths were opened.Was the owner of the Golden Coast really Frederick?!Lucy was in disbelief. "How is that possible? He's just a..."Before she could finish, Marissa firmly covered her mouth because a pair of terrifying eyes were glaring directly at them.Cedric scanned everyone with an icy gaze.
Frederick couldn't help but laugh bitterly. Had that woman forgotten the pain once her wounds were healed, or was she naturally so domineering and aloof?He hurriedly rushed back to Jennifer's villa. Upon entering, he found her dressed in professional attire, sitting on the sofa with her straight legs crossed. She cast a cold glance at him."Where did you go?" Jennifer inquired."I was helping my mom move," Frederick replied.Hearing this, Jennifer instantly felt a surge of anger. How great of him! While she was trapped in the hotel, he didn't bother to ask or check on her. Instead, he went and helped his mother move houses! Truly, a man like him was unreliable!Observing Jennifer's ever-changing expressions, Frederick asked, "Ms. York, your injuries should be healed by now, right? Do you feel any discomfort?""How do you know I was injured?" Jennifer raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Now you're playing the sympathetic card? Frederick, you really don't seem like a man a
Strictly speaking, she was rubbing her lower abdomen, which was just slightly above her thighs.When Jennifer saw Frederic, panic immediately flashed in her eyes. "Who let you in? Get out! If you don't, I... I won't let you off!" She gasped, still maintaining a vigilant gaze on Frederick, afraid of a repeat of what happened in the office.Frederick carefully observed her facial expressions and said, "I'm not going to hurt you, Ms. York. You seem to be in discomfort. Would it be okay for me to take a look?"Jennifer remained silent at his words."I see a lot of cold sweat on your forehead. That shows that your current physical condition is not the best. If this goes on, calling an ambulance would also be pointless."Jennifer gritted her teeth. "Fine! Just look, no touching!"With her permission, Frederick approached her. Observing Jennifer's pale face and curled-up figure, he had a good idea of what was happening. It seemed that the old injury left by Hugh in her abdomen had a
"Why?" Jennifer and Frederick were both somewhat surprised."Because according to our work principles, we encourage couples to reconcile rather than to divorce. Besides, you two have just married, and your strong connection is like that of a model couple," the attendant chuckled meaningfully. "You must be very affectionate usually, right? How could we bear to break up such a perfect match?"Both of them fell silent. Affectionate? Perfect match? They had only known each other for a few days!Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "What nonsense rules are these? Then, when can we get a divorce?"The attendant replied, "At least another month!"As they walked out of the clerk's office, Jennifer suddenly said, "Since that's the case, let's postpone this divorce for now. You don't need to move out yet. Let's wait until I'm completely recovered, then we'll revisit this issue and about you resigning."Frederick nodded. "Sure."Hearing this, Jennifer couldn't help feeling a surge of frustr
"What am I going to find if I head up there?" Frederick asked curiously."Just come along and see for yourself," Jasmine said with a wink. "It's a request from Ms. York, so you can't really say no!" she added with a smirk.Frederick raised an eyebrow. They'd just had a disagreement, and now Jennifer was sending her assistant to fetch him. It seemed strange.Despite this, he didn't dwell on it for long. After all, Jasmine had helped him out before. He hopped into the car.To his surprise, Jasmine drove straight to a bar."Did Ms. York tell you to bring me here?" Frederick asked, surprised.Jasmine laughed. "You'll understand soon enough."Despite his reluctance, Frederick followed her inside, where they found seats. Jasmine tossed her hair back. "Actually, there was no instruction from Ms. York,” she revealed abruptly. “It was my idea to bring you here."Frederick was puzzled. "Ms. Smith, I'm not sure I follow...""Don't call me Ms. Smith; we're not at the office. Just call m
Sebastian's temper flared instantly. "So you think you're something, huh?” he jeered cuttingly. “What company are you with, and what's your monthly paycheck?""I'm a salesman at Prospera Corporation, recently made permanent, earning four thousand dollars a month," Frederick replied evenly.Sebastian's friends' faces shifted dramatically at this revelation."Four grand?"Had they heard correctly? In their social circle, where the average net worth soared above a hundred million, someone making a mere 4,000 dollars a month had slipped into their midst.Mockery rippled through the group."Seriously? Four grand? That's barely a fraction of what I spend on a single outfit!" scoffed one."I drop eight grand just on my dog's food! How do you even survive on that?" chimed in another.Frederick was an oddity among these rich kids.Sebastian sneered. "Well, since you're Jasmine's friend, I'll let you stay. Consider yourself lucky! Without us, you'd never get invited to such fancy gather
The room fell silent as Frederick effortlessly spoke Faelorian—a silence so profound, you could hear a pin drop. Every face displayed disbelief as they exchanged glances.Seriously? This guy, who makes a mere four grand, could speak fluent Faelorian?Even the pastry chef stood frozen.Sebastian couldn't resist a jab. "Maybe consider dropping the act if you can't speak Faelorian? The pastry chef can't understand you. No need to fake it!"Then, the Faplean chef surprised everyone, giving Frederick a thumbs-up. He praised him with a poor Aetherian accent, "Sir, if not for your appearance, I'd swear you were one of us. Your Faelorian is spot-on, like a native!"The crowd was stunned into silence.Sebastian's expression shifted dramatically.Once the chef left, Jasmine couldn't contain her amusement. She teased, "Frederick, you always seemed adorkable! Who knew you spoke Faelorian so well?"Frederick shrugged and said, "It's nothing, just something I picked up."His years in th