"Are they experts at turning the tables?" I asked.Many parents believe that younger generations must unquestioningly obey their elders, or risk being labeled as disrespectful and unfilial.This thought made me miss my own parents. To me, they were the best in the world, never forcing or pressuring me.Feeling a pang of sadness, I blinked rapidly to hold back the tears that threatened to form."They're skilled, and so am I. Would you like to test me?" Luke replied.I quickly shook my head. "Mr. Walker, you've always been logical and well-reasoned. I'm sure you could hold your own in any debate."I guessed this was how Luke had honed his sharp tongue.With this new understanding of Luke's parents, I felt even less inclined to interact with Mrs. Walker.Luke worked efficiently. He had the legal department send formal notices to the employees who were on the payroll but did no actual work. Those who showed up late, left early, and accomplished nothing were fired.Some protested,
"Now that you're Luke's assistant, do you think you're too important to pay attention to where you're walking?" Joey asked, clearly annoyed. She grabbed the design sketch from my hand and put it back in her folder."Your design is really unique," I commented."Your background has nothing to do with this type of design. As an amateur, you shouldn't pretend to be an expert and make random comments!" Joey snapped. She looked at the time, realizing she had an appointment to keep. She brushed off where I had bumped into her and turned to leave.While talking to Joey, I had been carefully studying her expressions. The design sketch was the same one IQ had sent to my work email โ Luke's assistant's email. Joey knew I was Luke's assistant. If she were IQ, her reaction to me seeing the sketch should have been different.Hanque's new car model was progressing smoothly, and we couldn't afford any problems at this critical stage. The sketch in Joey's possession was essentially Hanque's lifelin
Wendy handed me a tissue and asked, "Jen, you've been working with Luke for a while now. How come you still get startled so easily?""Am I easily startled, or are your ideas just too wild?" I grabbed her arm and warned her seriously. "Wendy, don't degrade yourself like that!""I'm just teasing you! Look how worked up you got.""Wendy, some things shouldn't be attempted. No, they shouldn't even be considered!" I said gravely.Wendy gently pinched my cheek. "Alright, I understand!"The dishes Wendy ordered started arriving, filling the room with delicious aromas. I had a great appetite, as I had been busy with work lately and had burned a lot of energy.Wendy placed a freshly peeled shrimp on my plate. "Guess who I bumped into before coming to our room?""Joey?""You saw her too?""I ran into her at the entrance of the restaurant.""Ah, Luke's unrequited love! If we had known we'd run into her here, we should have invited Luke. At least he could have seen his dream girl.""If
"Jen," Penelope's voice came through."Are you settled in safely?" I asked."I've been in Johnsonville all along," Penelope admitted. There was a hint of guilt in her tone for keeping this from me."The most dangerous place can be the safest. Uncle and Aunt won't expect you to still be here."In the past, Penelope used to move to a new city before her aunt and uncle could find her. However, this time, doing the opposite might save us a lot of trouble."Jen, I need to tell you something," Penelope said cautiously.Thinking that she might be in trouble again, I reassured her, "Penelope, I've told you before, if I can help with anything, I will. Don't hesitate to ask.""Jen, I'm sorry. I lied to you. Those design sketches... I sent them to your email using IQ's name.""Penelope, could you repeat that?"Penelope was IQ? I had seen her background - she studied journalism, with no connection to AI or smart technology. Was she some kind of self-taught prodigy?I thought I must have
Luke called, and I answered quickly. I urgently explained, "Mr. Walker, IQ is Joey's brother, Jon Parker. Joey gave his design sketch to Mr. Thomas at Felfast. Mr. Thomas accepted it and promised Joey an exclusive interview about the new car model for First Media."Luke was pleased with Hanque's new model and looked forward to the finished product. He remained calmer than me upon hearing this news.After a moment's thought, he said, "It's better we found out now than after mass production had started.""You're right, Mr. Walker. Felfast just received the sketch, so they'll need some time to develop a new model. If we act quickly, we can still get ahead and launch our model first.""You've already contacted Joey. To avoid trouble, she'll likely inform Mr. Thomas. Felfast has plenty of talent; it's not impossible for them to release a new model before us.""So... all our efforts have been in vain?" I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice."Not at all," Luke said firmly. "I'l
Luke would handle the situation, so I didn't need to specifically seek him out. Earlier at the restaurant, Wendy and I had only eaten a little, so we were still hungry.We discovered a food truck on the side of the street and quickly grabbed a bite before Wendy dropped me off at my apartment complex.Feeling restless, I took my dog, Goofy, for a walk around the complex, frequently glancing towards the entrance.After more than thirty minutes with no sign of Luke's car, I brought back Goofy, who was annoyed by my dog's pestering, and headed home with my pet.Just as I finished washing up, Penelope called."Jen, I've spoken with Jon. He can modify the original design," Penelope said, feeling guilty about Joey stealing the sketch and trying to find a solution. "Jon is brilliant. His modifications will make it significantly different from the previous design, so it won't impact Hanque's new model launch.""I believe in Jon's abilities too, but he doesn't have full legal capacity. Joe
Joey's tough childhood shaped her personality. While I empathized with her past, I couldn't tolerate her current behavior."Don't worry about me anymore, Jen. I'll handle this," Penelope assured me."Can you manage the move on your own?" I asked."With a moving company, it's a breeze."Before ending the call, Penelope hesitated. I spoke gently, "Penelope, I've told you before, you can speak freely with me. No need to be so formal.""I... I wanted to ask..." Penelope stuttered, "How are things between you and Mr. Walker?""They're fine!"Penelope seemed to have a hidden motive, probably trying to obtain information about Luke."First Media has recently published an interview with Mr. Walker. You should read it," I suggested. In the interview, Luke had clearly stated that he was interested in someone. I hoped that after reading it, Penelope wouldn't hold onto any more fantasies about Luke to avoid future heartbreak.Penelope acknowledged this.After ending the call, I began rev
"Joey, how are you any different from those who bullied Jon in the orphanage?" I couldn't bear Joey's angry shouts. "Jon may have a disability, but he deserves your respect. Didn't you do everything to bring him to live with you so he wouldn't be bullied by others?"Now those bullies were gone, but Joey had become the one hurting Jon."I just took one of his sketches, and he's gone crazy, rummaging through my things and damaging a lot of stuff. What's wrong with me yelling at him?"Joey's anger was skyrocketing."The sketch is his. It's something he cherishes," I explained. Putting myself in his shoes, I knew I'd be angry if someone took my work without asking."I provided everything for him. What's wrong with taking one sketch?""..." It wasn't just about one sketch. Joey's logic was unbelievable! "Jon isn't your property. You need his permission to take his work.""He's not normal. I can't communicate with him!""..." Joey was being stubborn. In her mind, Jon was defective. I
We both knew how we felt about each other, but neither of us made the first move to confess.โI gave birth to him in circumstances I couldnโt control,โ Molly said, her hands tightly clutching her cup, fingers unconsciously tracing its edge. โI used to think about fighting back against the people who hurt me, but reality forced me to wake up. I couldnโt afford to lose everything.โShe hesitated, her gaze dropping. โThere are things from back then that I just canโt bring myself to tell him.โWhen I arranged for Luke and Molly to spend some time alone, the two of them mostly sat in silence.โMrs. Walker couldnโt have children for years after her marriage. Luke was just a tool to help her secure her place in the family,โ Molly explained.Mr. Walker was handsome, wealthy, and from a good family. After getting married, women constantly threw themselves at him. According to the information Wendy had dug up, Landon didnโt exactly push them away.In such a situation, Mrs. Walker, Ashleigh
Molly poured four glasses of juice and sat across from Luke.She looked like she wanted to say something but didnโt know where to start.I gave Ian a quick look.Ian took a sip of his juice and said, โMiss, the juice is sweet and sourโitโs so good!โโDrink it up, and Iโll pour you some more,โ Molly offered.Luke interjected, โItโs almost time to rest. Donโt drink too much juice.โโIโm sorry, I donโt have experience taking care of kids,โ Molly said, lowering her head. After a pause, she quietly repeated, โIโm sorry.โShe was probably thinking of Luke as a baby.I clutched my stomach, pretending to wince. โExcuse me, Molly. My stomach hurts; I need to head back to my room.โAs I stood, I grabbed Ianโs wrist.Ian caught on quickly. โJen is a girl. Sheโll get scared going back aloneโI have to go with her.โNot giving Luke a chance to respond, I opened the door and said, โMr. Walker, you stay and chat with Molly. Ian and I will be back in a bit.โIn the hallway, Ian looked thoug
Molly wasnโt the type to make things difficult for others. She didnโt give the hotel manager a hard time.After the staff left, Molly turned to thank Luke and me. โThank you for staying with me and helping me handle this.โLuke glanced at her but didnโt say anything.The silence grew awkward, so I quickly broke it. โYou donโt have to thank us. We didnโt really do much.โโWould you like to come in and sit for a while?โ Molly invited us into her room.Before either of us could respond, Ian, whoโd been holding back his excitement, eagerly chimed in, โYes, yes! Letโs go!โI sighed internally.Molly finally noticed the little one in Lukeโs arms. โAnd whoโs this?โโIโm Ian Lloyd,โ he introduced himself cheerfully.But the moment he got a good look at Mollyโs face, he let out a small โHuh?โ and then turned to look at Luke.Luke frowned slightly, and their eyes metโa silent understanding passing between them. Ian immediately shut his mouth and swallowed whatever heโd been about to sa
Five hours later, we arrived in Sharonville.Before the trip, Luke had everything arranged. After landing, we took a car to the hotel heโd booked in advance.In the hotel lobby, we ran into Molly. She was walking with two middle-aged men in sharp suits, smiling as she chatted with them.When her eyes met Lukeโs, her smile froze for a moment, then slowly softened as she stared at him without blinking.Luke didnโt acknowledge her. He walked right past, brushing by her shoulder as though she wasnโt there. From the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes redden.The two men exchanged glances but didnโt say anything. That night, however, they sent two young, handsome men to Mollyโs room.Our room was on the same floor as Mollyโs. After dinner out, we returned to the hotel and saw her standing at her door with the two young men.Their faces were powdered with heavy makeup, and they looked eager to please, practically glued to her.My thoughts immediately took a less innocent turn.Luke co
Amy messaging me at this hour was probably another complaint about other agencies trying to poach her, or how stressed she was about it all.The underlying message? She wanted me to contact Mr. Lloyd to secure better resources for herโa thinly veiled threat, essentially.Since several popular artists left One Entertainment, the companyโs resources had started to dwindle.Mr. Lloydโs return wasnโt just because of his love for acting. He also wanted to support the companyโs artists, giving them more opportunities to shine.Amy had already begun to stand out. If she simply focused on honing her craft and stayed patient, sheโd get her share of the spotlight.When Mr. Lloyd founded the company, his goal was to grow it into a powerhouse that protected its artists. Now, he had adopted a more laid-back approach: if an artist wanted to leave, they just needed to pay the penalty fee.Amyโs tactics wouldnโt change anything.I went back to reading my book.My phone buzzed again, and I ass
Mr. Lloyd's words carried a hint of reassurance for me.โJen, Uncle asked me to create a travel itinerary!โLuke had been telling Ian lots of stories about Sharonville, and Ian had also looked up a ton of information online. He now knew every street in the city and how many shops were on each one.Carefully folding his sweaters, Ian placed them neatly into his suitcase, which was decorated with a cheerful Doraemon sticker.โIโm really looking forward to your travel guide, Ian!โโIโve already finished most of it!โ Ian was a serious little worker who never did things half-heartedly. If he said it was nearly done, he was probably putting on the finishing touches.I praised him warmly.โJen, since the three of us are traveling together, we need to consider everyoneโs preferences and suggestions.โโSo, you want to get my input to finalize it?โโExactly.โโWell, wherever you want to go is where I want to go. This trip, Iโll leave the planning to you.โLuke had work to handle in Shar
For the past few days, Luke has been picking me up and dropping me off at work.Reporters often linger outside One Entertainment, and it took a lot of effort for rumors about me and Luke to die down. I didnโt want them to resurface.Luke understood my concerns, so he always parked his car a block away from the company. Once he sent me a message, Iโd grab Ian and head over.That evening, Luke prepared another full table of dishes for dinner.Ever since things thawed between us, I hadnโt said much during meals, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.โSheโs already in Sharonville,โ Luke said.โHasnโt she been out of the country for years? Will she be safe there alone?โHe was talking about Molly.The Walker family has been a prominent family in Sharonville for generations, with deep-rooted connections and influence. Mrs. Walker is a respected figure, and many people in Sharonville owe her favors. It wouldnโt be surprising if someone decided to teach Molly a lesson on
I watched the behind-the-scenes footage, and Mr. Lloyd looked great. After stepping out of the spotlight for a few years, his demeanor has become even more composed and sophisticated, perfectly matching the calm and collected surgeon he portrays in the show.โHeโs as brilliant as ever,โ Beatrice said, her eyes filled with admiration. โAs long as the co-stars hold their ground, this show is bound to be a hit.โโHe has an exceptional eye for picking scripts,โ she added, her gaze glued to the screen.I didnโt interrupt her. Instead, I got up and went to the kitchen to check on Ianโs progress.For someone so young, Ian took everything seriously. Standing on a small stool to make up for his height, he carefully worked on brewing coffee, his movements precise and methodical.โWaiter Number One, Ian Lloyd, at your service. Your oat latte will be ready soon,โ he announced cheekily.I laughed at his playful tone and played along. โWaiter Number Two will now deliver orange juice to Mr. Ian
While Beatrice chatted with Ian, I brought the gifts to the living room."You're too kind, Ms. Middleton.""Ian bought these with his pocket money."I winked at Ian.He caught on quickly, nodding.Beatrice warmly invited me to sit.Fresh fruit and two plates of nuts were on the coffee table.She placed a fruit bowl before me. "Yesterday's blueberries are freshโcrisp and sweet."The large blueberries were covered in bloom. I took one and made space for Beatrice."What would you like? Coffee or juice?""Fresh orange juice for me, and Jen likes oat milk latte," Ian said, playing with a doll, squishing its face into different shapes.Suddenly remembering our earlier conversation, he dropped the doll and ran to the kitchen. "I've learned lots from Jen. I can make juice and coffee!"Beatrice praised him: "How impressive!"She started toward the kitchen, concerned.I held her arm. "Ian's a quick learner. He does everything properly. We can trust him.""He gets along so well wit