"Did you hear what I said, Hendrix?"Ophelia's next words made Noelle purse her lips.So Hendrix was there, too.Hendrix's voice was calm as he said, "Grandma, I thought we agreed not to talk about this.""I agreed not to talk about this as long as she did what she was supposed to do! Look at this…" Midway through her rant, Ophelia began coughing violently."Grandma Ophelia!" Sandra cried."I'm fine," Ophelia said. "Hendrix, you're my only grandson. I only wish the best for you."Back then, your mother forced you to relent by holding the share of Amity Group over you, but now, she has no hold on you. You should think about ending your marriage with Noelle."Hendrix did not answer her.Noelle did not wait for an answer, either. As soon as Ophelia finished speaking, she pushed open the door and entered. Her sudden entrance made everyone in the room look toward her.Sandra was looking at Hendrix with affection in her eyes. When she saw Noelle, her expression changed. She quickly
As soon as Noelle finished speaking, Hendrix let go of her arm.He could assume that she was just being sulky the first time she suggested divorce, but this was the second time.It didn't seem like a joke anymore."Noelle, what are you talking about?" Sandra could barely hold in her smile, but she still did her best to act surprised. "How can you talk about divorce so easily? You and Hendrix…"Noelle ignored her. She just stared at Ophelia.Ophelia came back to her senses quickly. "Are you threatening me, Noelle?" She had reacted the exact same way Hendrix had a few days ago.Noelle just laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm not. I'm serious."Then, she turned to Hendrix. "We don't love each other. There's nothing tying us together. There's no point in tormenting ourselves with this marriage, so we should just part ways."Before Ophelia could say anything, Beatrice spoke up, "No! I do not agree with this!"She had intended for Noelle to show some goodwill to Ophelia. She hadn't
Once Noelle entered the cab, Matilda's call came. "Get home right now."Matilda then ended the call without waiting for a response.Noelle had no objections to that. Her original plan was to return to the Swanson residence anyway.Evidently, Matilda was one of sheer exasperation. Noelle had barely set foot inside the house when the former delivered a vicious slap.The impact was so forceful that it sent Noelle's hair—once neatly tucked behind her ear—flying, followed by a ringing buzz in her ears."Do you know what you've done?" Matilda thought the slap wasn't enough and was ready to deliver another one.Right then, a deep voice sounded and interrupted her movement, "Stop it."Matilda frowned, and her hand eventually dropped. When she looked up, she saw the person descending the stairs.The man was dressed in a neatly pressed shirt and a gray waistcoat, his hair showing strands of white. Yet, his posture remained straight, and his face showed no sign of age.Noelle watched as
Matilda asked why, huh? Teenage Noelle used to ponder about this when she first reunited with her family.Back then, she had tried to mimic every flattering gesture Sandra had used to win over her family. But what did that get her? Indifference.Things became crystal clear one day when she prepared a cup of coffee for Matilda. She had thanked her for the effort, only to discard it into the flowerpot behind her back.That night, she overheard the conversation between her parents.Matilda contemplated whether to take Noelle for an HIV test. At that time, she was too young to know what that was. It wasn't until later in life that she realized it was a test for AIDS.All because she was almost sexually assaulted by her adoptive father. To her parents, that incident remained an indelible stain on her name.Even if the truth revealed that nothing had happened, she was no longer pure to them, and she had lost the right to be their daughter.At that thought, Noelle shut her eyes tightly
Mabel was about to stop Noelle when she heard the sound of a car engine outside.She immediately darted downstairs. "Mr. Freeman, you need to see what's going on. I don't know what Mrs. Freeman is thinking again. She packed all her stuff and seemed ready to leave!"Hendrix didn't seem surprised by her words. Instead, he looked up and saw Noelle carrying her stuff down the stairs.His gaze shifted from her suitcase and slowly to her cheek, where a handprint was visible. She didn't dodge his gaze and asked, "When are we proceeding with the procedure?""I've informed the lawyer to come over." Hendrix finally withdrew his gaze and continued forward.Noelle quickly replied, "That won't be necessary. I'm leaving with nothing."He froze while ascending the stairs when he heard her statement. He cocked his head at her and said, "Even if you're walking away with nothing, you still need to sign the agreement."Noelle understood his meaning and no longer refuted him. Meanwhile, Mabel fin
Noelle vividly remembered when she first married Hendrix. Although she didn't win the favor of her own family, she was still the oldest daughter of the Swansons. Thus, her wedding was fairly grand.Six months before the wedding, they got engaged, chose a wedding gown, took photos, picked a registration date for their marriage, and eventually prepared for the wedding.During that period, Noelle halted all the matters in her life and focused solely on the wedding preparation. Yet, today, they ended their marriage in a few words within less than 30 minutes of legal procedure.Hendrix's lawyer worked efficiently, and there was no waiting period before the divorce was finalized. Soon enough, the couple received their divorce decrees.Hendrix appeared swamped with work. Incoming calls kept him occupied since he entered the courthouse, and after receiving the decree, he left while speaking on the phone.Noelle planned to bid farewell to him but realized he had left once she exited the co
"Be serious." Evelyn rolled her eyes. "You're supposed to be depicting a feel-good romance—all sweet and healing! If we publish this version, you and I are going to feel our readers' wrath."You know what? Take a break and clear your mind. I'll give you a two-week leave. Once you get yourself together, redraw it."Noelle could sense how adamant Evelyn was and no longer refuted her. Evelyn cast a few glances at her and asked, "So, why did you divorce your husband?"Wasn't your life just fine? Your meals were all taken care of, you had an unlimited credit card, and your husband gave you freedom—that's the dream, babe!"Noelle left her questions unanswered. She placed her books on the shelf and turned to Evelyn. "You haven't eaten, have you? Let me treat you to a meal."…Lavender Grove was the famous money pit of Coppersville, where only the most prominent figures in the circle were received. All customers required a membership card to enter.Sandra rarely came to places like th
Nobody answered Sandra's question. Meanwhile, the person who mentioned Maxwell quickly diverted the topic. "Who knows? They're just a bunch of insignificant people. Anyway, a toast to you, Hendrix!"In reality, he was apologizing for his blunder earlier. After all, regardless of how much Hendrix disliked Noelle, the divorce's entire nature changed if Maxwell was in the mix. Thankfully, Hendrix didn't hold it against him. He raised his wine glass and clinked it with him.After downing the glass, the person was ready to say more when Hendrix suddenly stood up. "I have somewhere else to be, so I'll see you guys around. Have fun, and put it on my account.""Huh? Wait…"Hendrix left the room before anyone could react. Sandra, on the other hand, quickly went after him. "Rix!""What do you need?" He turned his head, his voice calm but with a hint of coldness.She bit her lips. "I… I took a cab to come here. Could you send me home?""Sure," he replied unhesitatingly, his attitude
Dylan had been wrong all along.Money and power—none of that had ever been what he was truly meant to chase. Because no one could stay at the center of power forever, and no one could possess those things for all time. What he should have been chasing was just that one light. That one light that would stay on for him late into the night. But now, he knew it was all too late.As he closed his eyes, Dylan suddenly thought of his mother, Leah. He remembered how, as a child, he had longed for a new set of paintbrushes. He had asked his parents for them many times. He even wanted to use his own Christmas money to buy them. But they refused.They believed it was wasteful. It didn't align with the frugal and disciplined lifestyle they lived by. So in the end, Dylan stole the set of paintbrushes from the stationery store.Because he came from a prestigious scholarly family and always kept a refined, gentlemanly image in public, the store owner never suspected a thing.But his parents fo
"Are you crazy? Noelle, let go of the wheel!" Dylan struggled to regain control of the car, but Noelle held onto the steering wheel tightly, refusing to let go.The car didn't slow down. On the contrary, it raced forward at an even faster pace.How long did this go on? Maybe it lasted only dozens of seconds. But for Dylan, it felt like the blink of an eye. Because the next moment, he saw the oncoming car.That car was speeding as well.Dylan didn't even have time to grab his gun. Just as he was about to slam on the brakes, the two cars collided at high speed. There was a deafening crash as the cars were thrown into the air, then slammed back down.Dylan's eyes widened. But in that instant, his first instinct was to turn and look at Noelle. Her eyes were already closed. She looked as if she had been prepared to face death all along. She must have known what he intended to do, and she also knew he didn't actually want to die.The only reason he took her away was so he could use her
Erwin was just about to repeat his question when a voice came from behind."Excuse me, but I think I know where your wife is."Hendrix spun around immediately.Standing behind them was a woman with long hair and big eyes. "I saw her just now in the backyard. Someone was taking her away. If I'm not mistaken, I think it was Mr. Pritchett from Morphy Fund?"At the mention of Dylan, Hendrix's expression turned dark as thunder. He charged up to the woman. "Where did they go?""I'm not sure. But I did take down his license plate number. Do you need it?""Where is it?" Hendrix barked.The woman held out her hand. "I'll give it to you for 1,000 dollars."Hendrix didn't carry cash with him. But he shoved his bank card into her hand without hesitation. "The license plate number!"The woman looked at the card, a little dissatisfied. But considering Hendrix's status, she figured he likely wouldn't care about such a small amount of money. Thus, in the end, she still showed Hendrix the phot
"Erwin!"The voice came just as Erwin stood on the terrace, smoking a cigarette in frustration.Although they had technically won the battle and he had earned a great deal from it, he felt, strangely enough, not the slightest trace of satisfaction. Maybe it was because Hendrix had forced him into the game. Or maybe, by now, winning and losing simply didn't stir anything in him anymore.At the beginning, Erwin had been somewhat excited. He had thought Dylan would be a difficult opponent—someone who could cause serious trouble, maybe even defeat them entirely. That would have been interesting. But instead, everything had gone far too smoothly. There had been no twists and no turns. Just a clean finish. It was boring, to say the least.And the current victory party? Equally so.Hendrix had insisted Noelle attend the party, saying she had flawlessly completed her part of the plan and that this victory was also hers. So, the party had turned out very wholesome, or rather, dull.Erwi
Erwin still showed signs of dissatisfaction. It seemed he was saying something, but Noelle could no longer hear him. She didn't look back either, instead turning her gaze to the other people at the party.The loud music continued, and the excitement and energy of the crowd remained high. But Noelle knew that this wasn't the usual celebration. This, in fact, was just Hendrix's way of making her adapt and accept the situation.Though she had known this for some time, the realization still made Noelle uncomfortable. Then, she suddenly remembered something Dylan had told her a few days ago about her past with Hendrix.Even though she knew Dylan's words weren't necessarily true, that didn't mean everything he said was a lie. How much of the past he mentioned was real, and how much was false?Noelle actually thought her life was fine now. She was willing to accept her past choices and believed in Hendrix's feelings for her. At least, this was what she thought sometimes.But at other tim
Dylan didn't dare to stay there. He immediately drove back to his place.He wanted to take Noelle with him and leave. Even if she didn't have her passport, it didn't matter. After all, there were definitely people looking for him right now.But no matter what, he was going to protect her. Even if they had to roam the world, it didn't matter. As long as they were together, it was fine. Even if it was just a shabby house, as long as there was a light on, that would be their home.However, when Dylan returned to the apartment, he found Noelle nowhere in sight. Gone also were all her things. The desk and floor were spotless, as if nothing had ever existed there.Dylan remained standing where he was. It took him several minutes to finally process what he was seeing. Then, he couldn't help but laugh. It was as if he had just heard the biggest joke—he laughed so hard that his whole body shook.Of course, how could he have thought she would be waiting for him here? How could she possibly
"I'm damned for ever believing your words! Now, just die!" George didn't give Dylan another chance to speak. He pulled the trigger, aiming to shoot a bullet through Dylan's forehead.In that instant, Dylan finally understood. This time, Hendrix didn't intend to leave him alive.If the goal had only been to swallow up Morphy Fund and make Dylan lose everything, the matter would have ended there. However, it seemed that Hendrix must have said something to George, which led him to believe that Dylan and Hendrix were working together—that Dylan had betrayed Morphy Fund.At this point, George had no way out. So, it wouldn't be surprising if he shot Dylan in the head. What Hendrix wanted was for him to die.Dylan didn't know what he was thinking at that moment. By the time he reacted, he had already grabbed the gun's barrel and twisted it violently. The bullet scraped past his head.Without hesitation, George moved to pull the trigger again when Dylan, still holding onto his wrist, forc
Dylan still remembered the victory party at the villa a few days ago. At that time, George had pushed him in front of everyone. He had enjoyed all the praise and recognition while sipping glass after glass of champagne.He knew that no matter how much doubt and skepticism there had been about him in the past, it all vanished that night. That was also why George had thrown him a victory party at the very first stage.After all, only by telling everyone about his achievements would they believe in him and entrust him with their funds. But they probably didn't expect the final result to be like this.Actually, when Fuer Fund continued to add to their position after reaching the peak, George had already warned Dylan that there might be some issues. But the market was unpredictable—a moment's decision or a few seconds of hesitation could lead to failure.Thus, Dylan didn't wait. He thought Hendrix was also gambling. So, he disregarded the risk and pushed all the funds in. He wanted Hend
Noelle's expression changed at that moment. It took her a while to find her voice to ask, "Is that what really happened?""Hendrix definitely hasn't told you all these, right?" Dylan smirked. "It's because he's too afraid to mention them. So, tell me. How could someone like him possibly deserve a happy life? "Don't worry. I'll make sure to take him down this time. Once I get your passport, you can go whenever you want."When he finished speaking, there was sincerity and seriousness in his eyes as he looked at Noelle. He really hoped she would stay. Of course, he wanted victory. But if he could have her by his side when he achieved it, that would be even better.Although once he reached the top, anyone could stay by his side. But the person he wanted most was Noelle."Thank you," Noelle said in the end.That wasn't the answer Dylan was most satisfied with. But he knew he couldn't afford to rush things just yet. For now, it was enough that Noelle was on his side."Alright, go to