로그인“Mr. Sullivan, don't be fooled. They do not truly respect you, despite their words," Amelia said softly, with a deliberate hint of coyness in her voice. "What they parade as respect is nothing more than a painted mask. Beneath it lies dissatisfaction they dare not voice."Behind Amelia, Viola and Emily shared a knowing glance, stifling their laughter.Jaida's knees weakened, her complexion turning ashen. "Mr. Sullivan! That's not true. I never…”Jaida bit back her fury, her teeth grinding. How she longed to lash out at Amelia. That annoying vixen! Wasn't Lucas supposed to loathe women like her? Why was this woman not facing any consequences?“I am not dissatisfied! On the contrary, I am utterly convinced and full of admiration," Brad hastily said, his sweat dripping like rain.“Mr. Sullivan, I have always esteemed you with the highest regard, without a trace of complaint," Jett chimed in, though unease gnawed at his heart. Deep inside, dissatisfaction festered. Why was fate so cruelly
“Mrs. Lopez is above reproach, and my brother has always been honest. There's no reason for either of them to fabricate a story." Brad straightened, his confidence swelling.They'd all made their positions perfectly clear, each one standing firm in the narrative they'd spun.Meanwhile, Viola felt mixed emotions about her earlier decision to stay quiet and not acknowledge her brother. By acting as a stranger, she finally saw how Brad would react without knowing she was part of the Sullivan family. It was a lesson, people usually took sides due to selfish interest, not the truth.A shaky voice broke the tension. "That's not true! That's not what happened at all…" The female sales assistant, her hands twisting anxiously, forced herself forward, trembling from head to toe. It took everything she had to speak up, but she couldn't stay silent while the truth was buried.Jett's head snapped toward her, his glare icy and full of warning. "What do you think you're doing?" he blurted, menace dri
Amelia’s lips curved into a faint, unbothered smile as she reached for her black-gold card.But just then, a voice as sharp as frost cut through the air. "What's so funny?" Lucas strode into the store, his face dark, his gaze cold and penetrating as it swept across the room.The instant their eyes met Lucas’, both Jett and Jaida shuddered violently, their bravado evaporating. They turned their heads away, unable to withstand the weight of his stare. The aura Lucas carried pressed down on them like a suffocating tide, leaving their chests tight, their legs weak, and their bodies trembling under the crushing force of his presence.“Let's hear your so-called ‘joke of the day', don't you dare disappoint me." Lucas’ gaze, cold as the dead of winter and sharp as a solitary peak piercing the sky, bore down on Jett and Jaida, trapping them beneath its merciless weight.Jett and Jaida were so startled that they shivered violently, their legs nearly giving way beneath them.Jaida studied Lucas a
"Alright." Amelia gazed at the female sales assistant and suppressed her imposing aura, masking it so completely that the terrifying force from moments ago almost seemed like nothing but others' imagination.Her gaze shifted to Jaida and Jett. "But they owe us an apology."“And why should we?" Jaida and Jett retorted in unison, their tones dripping with disdain.“Because you mocked and ridiculed us without cause," Amelia answered, her voice sharp with ice.Now that Amelia no longer pressed forward with her imposing presence, Jaida convinced herself it had all been an act. Realization struck, she had allowed herself to be cowed by someone so much younger. Embarrassment burned in her chest, quickly curdling into anger, and her hostility toward Amelia deepened.Jaida sneered. "We're just stating the obvious. How is that mockery? Before you even set foot in this jewelry store, did you stop to think whether you could afford a single thing inside? I'd wager you can't even buy the cheapest pa
Viola rarely went out to purchase such things herself. More often than not, the latest designs were delivered straight to her home for her to select at her leisure. If not for past experiences, she would never have realized how some sales clerks judged customers solely by appearance, acting superior, dismissive, and haughty when they assumed the customers couldn't afford to buy any pieces.“Miss, this piece…the Heart of Romance, is the crown jewel of our store, valued at a hundred million. No trial wearing allowed. Perhaps you might be interested in looking at the earrings instead?" The male sales associate smiled as he spoke, yet his drawling tone carried a sting, each word dripping with quiet condescension.His manner might have seemed courteous on the surface, but beneath it lay biting sarcasm.Having grown up in the shelter of the Sullivan family, Viola had always been treated well within the upper circles of society. She had rarely crossed paths with such people. She could not det
Without another word, she turned and hurried away, leaving no chance for further questions.In a blink, she vanished from the sunroom, cutting Desmond off mid-thought. Watching her rush to return the Sullivan family's heirloom, Desmond felt his earlier irritation dissolve. In its place rose an unexpected flicker of relief, even delight. So, she had no affection for Lucas and no intention of marrying into the Sullivan family.Amelia stood outside the study, her knuckles brushing lightly against the wood as she knocked on the door. After hearing from the maid that Lucas was inside, she had come straight here.“Come in." The chill in Lucas’ voice cut through the air, and only then did Amelia push the door open and step inside.The moment she entered, that same cold, detached tone reached her ears.“Mark, this had better be important."Lucas was absorbed in his work, not sparing a single glance upward.“It's me," Amelia said softly.Lucas’ hand stilled mid-motion. He instantly looked up, e
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away.Later that day, Amelia’s phone buzzed with a message from Desmond, instructing her to meet at a specific location.She followed his instructions, only to be greeted by two massive bodyguards looming by the entrance. One stepped forward and a
"Just tell me what I did wrong," Lorraine said, her voice trembling. "Whatever it is, I'll fix it. I'll do anything if it means you'll stop looking at me like this." Lorraine reached for his arm, desperate, but Desmond stepped aside, avoiding her touch without hesitation.“No matter what you do," he
If Celine turned cold toward her now, the doors of the Miller family would slam shut.And with them, so would her family's future.Celine shot a frosty look at the head of security. He caught the message instantly, stepped forward without a word, and carefully retrieved the battered invitation from
Not everyone in the room knew this, but the true guests of honor received invitations handwritten by Xavier himself. Outwardly, all the invites looked identical, except for that small detail.Amelia didn't argue. She simply reached into her purse and handed over her invitation.Before the head of se







