Ryan returns to the hotel, where he has booked a room to rest during this business trip. After showering and changing into fresh clothes, he hurries to the meeting place to meet his business partner.
At this moment, Ryan is pacing down the corridor of the BL company. His purpose today is to discuss with the BL company's leadership the collaboration plan between the two sides. He is giving instructions to his new assistant along the way. "Alan, have you thoroughly researched this project?" Ryan asks. "Yes, sir. I see great potential in collaborating with this company," Alan replies respectfully. "I hope you're being cautious. We can't afford to waste time and money on projects that have no future," Ryan emphasizes. "Yes, sir, I understand." "Is there anything you don't understand? Do you need me to guide you?" Ryan continues to remind us, "About the advertising project for the product..." With the sudden disappearance of his voice, Ryan's footsteps halt as he looks up and inadvertently catches sight of a familiar figure. Well, familiar is an appropriate term because the owner of that figure has been haunting him all morning. "The new product advertising project is still underway, and the data seems very promising. Additionally, we are considering extending the time frame." Alan nearly bumps into Ryan's back as Ryan steps back without any warning. Seeing Ryan seemingly not paying attention, Alan calls for his boss's attention. "Director, are you listening to me?" No response comes from Ryan, who is still absorbed in looking in the direction where two women are conversing. "What's wrong, Director? Do you have an issue?" The person beside him asks curiously. His gaze also follows Ryan's, quickly identifying the target that has captured Ryan's attention. There's nothing strange about it, and it's not even remotely intriguing. It's just two women having a conversation.Ignoring the inquiries of his assistant, Ryan focuses his gaze on observing the developments at the BL company reception desk. The distance is not far, so Ryan can clearly hear the dialogue between the two women. What catches Ryan's attention the most is Ivy's gentle and polite demeanor at this moment, completely contrasting the arrogant and indifferent attitude that Ryan witnessed earlier this morning. It's as if they were two completely different people. Ryan feels somewhat puzzled. However, even if Ivy were to turn into dust, Ryan would still recognize her. The impression Ivy left on Ryan is so profound that he wants to forget it yet remembers it even more deeply. No one has ever treated Ryan in such a special way as Ivy did. "Excuse me, where is the director's office?" Ivy asks gently. "Who are you? And what is your business with the director?" The receptionist inquires, trying to understand Ivy and her purpose here. "I am a representative from AB Company. Today, I am here to discuss a contract between our companies. I have already scheduled an appointment with the director." "You are Ivy Green." The receptionist looks at the computer screen, confirming the director's schedule. "That's correct." Ivy confirms. "Here is my business card." "The director has scheduled a meeting with you at 10:30." The receptionist takes Ivy's business card, glances at it, and says, "The director's office is on the 13th floor. You take the elevator to the 13th floor, then walk down the hallway to the director's office." "I got it, thank you," Ivy smiles gratefully. At the same time, Alan reminds Ryan, "Director,...”"Let's go." Ryan commands, arrogantly striding back to the elevator. A smug smile spreads across his lips as a brilliant idea pops into his head. And Ryan is determined to execute that idea. Ryan feels satisfied and grateful. Honestly speaking, Ryan is looking for an opportunity to retaliate against Ivy, but before he can act or search for Ivy, she appears before him. As soon as he steps into the elevator, Ryan turns to urge Alan. "Press the elevator button." "Someone's coming. We should wait for them, Alan reminds us. Disregarding Alan's warning, Ryan decisively presses the elevator button to close the doors. "Wait a moment," Ivy's desperate voice calls out as she sees the elevator slowly closing in front of her. "There's someone else trying to get on the elevator." Ivy exerts all her effort to increase her speed, but it's futile. Although he hears Ivy's call, Ryan remains indifferent, as if he doesn't hear anything. "Director, why would you do that?" The assistant standing next to him looks at Ryan with puzzlement, feeling that Ryan's actions are inappropriate. Ryan glanced over, causing him to fall silent. Breathing heavily, Ivy stood before the closed elevator doors. It was all because of these high-heeled shoes that made her movement difficult. Ivy had planned to wear sneakers, but they didn't go well with the outfit she was wearing. Fearful of making a bad impression on the business partners and affecting the contract signing between the two companies, Ivy had to sacrifice her personal preferences, preparing a neat and polite appearance. As a result, she encountered trouble. … Currently, Ivy is on the 13th floor of the BL company. "Hello, I'm Ivy Green, representing AB Company. I had an appointment with your company's CEO at 10:30 a.m. today," Ivy introduced herself to the secretary of the BL company's CEO. "Yes, hello. Please wait a moment; the CEO is currently busy with another guest," the secretary kindly informed. "Could you please inform the CEO that I've arrived?" Ivy sincerely requested. "Of course, please have a seat over there and wait," the secretary said, pointing to the chairs behind Ivy. As Ivy sat down patiently, waiting, the secretary left to inform the CEO of Ivy's presence. After a while, the secretary returned to update Ivy. "I'm sorry. The CEO is currently in an important discussion with a major company partner, and it may take some time. So, would you be?" "I understand; I can wait," Ivy quickly replied, fearing that the secretary might suggest coming back tomorrow. Honestly, Ivy had a hard time persuading the CEO of the BL company to arrange this appointment. Therefore, she couldn't give up easily. Moreover, considering the time, there were still about 20 minutes left until the appointment. Ivy arrived early just to make a good impression on the partner, that's all. "Alright, then," the secretary said hesitantly, seeing Ivy's firm determination. "I'll get back to work then." "Yes, please carry on with your work; don't mind me," Ivy replied politely. Time passed slowly; 20 minutes turned into 30. Ivy persisted, patiently waiting for her turn to meet with the CEO. Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Two police officers in uniform appeared, calmly approaching Ivy. While Ivy managed to maintain her composure, the secretary appeared visibly frightened. "What's going on? Who are you? Why are you here?" The panicked secretary asked. "Please remain calm." One of the police officers reassured her. "We're city police officers, here to carry out our duties. There's no need to be afraid." "But..." The secretary stammered. "I'll call the CEO." "There's no need for that." The officer interjected, offering an explanation. "We're not here to see your CEO." Having finished speaking with the secretary, the police officer turned to Ivy. "Hello. Are you Ivy Green?" "Yes, I am." Ivy confirmed calmly. "May I ask what this is about?" "We're here to ask you to come with us." Surprised and confused, Ivy inquired, "I'm sorry, I don't understand what's happening. Why..." One of the officers cut her off, speaking calmly but firmly, "Someone has accused you of fraud and embezzlement. We need you to come to the station for questioning and to investigate this case." Ivy was stunned, unable to believe what was happening. Despite her attempts to explain and deny the accusations, the police remained adamant about taking her to the station. "I'm sorry, I haven't done anything wrong," Ivy said, trying to remain calm. But the police didn't change their decision. They continued to insist that Ivy accompany them. "Please cooperate to prove your innocence. If you refuse to come with us, you'll be charged with resisting law enforcement." Understanding the seriousness of the warning, Ivy also knew the law like the back of her hand. Therefore, she had no choice but to cooperate with the police. "I understand, but please wait a moment," Ivy requested, trying to handle the situation without affecting her contract signing with BL. With permission from the police, Ivy approached the secretary, who had been observing the situation with anxiety. "I apologize for this embarrassing situation. But please help me out. Inform your CEO that I'll come back later and explain the situation. I hope your CEO won't be concerned about this unexpected incident." "I'll pass on the message to the CEO for you." The secretary said it with a shy smile. "Thank you," Ivy replied, then resignedly followed the police. Once Ivy was confirmed to have left the BL company, Ryan happily left the CEO's office. He had achieved his goal, which was to sabotage Ivy's work and secure the cooperation contract with BL. With his victory secured, Ryan returned to the hotel, preparing to return to the city where he lived and worked. Ryan showed no concern for Ivy's fate. He was only satisfied because he had successfully exacted revenge on Ivy.That night, in a dark corner behind the school, Luke was ambushed.He hadn’t seen it coming. No one had ever dared to lay a hand on him this way before. But tonight, the darkness became a hiding place for the cowardly.A metal rod swung up from behind. Luke only heard the whoosh of the air before a sharp pain hit the back of his head, blurring his vision.He collapsed to the ground, but before he could react, another punch landed hard in his side."Damn it..." Luke staggered, trying to stand, but was kicked violently in the chest.A shout echoed through the silence."Ivy..."His voice barely left his throat when a figure rushed toward him.Ivy.Without hesitation, she kicked the person who was about to strike Luke again. Her movement was quick and precise, causing the attacker to fall to the ground. The remaining attackers froze for a moment before realizing that, despite being a teacher, Ivy was not someone to be easily bullied.She grabbed Luke’s arm, helping him to his feet."Are y
After several failed attempts, Luke still didn't give up and was determined to get back at Ivy. Knowing she often went to the storage room after school to collect teaching materials, he came up with a plan to lock her inside and teach her a lesson.One late afternoon, as the sunset painted the sky red, Luke quietly followed Ivy. When she entered the storage room, he quickly moved to shut the door behind her. However, before he could do so, a strong push from behind made him stumble and fall inside the room. The door slammed shut behind him, and the sound of the lock clicking shut echoed coldly.In the dim light, Luke heard footsteps fading away and a soft giggle. He realized that someone else, possibly someone with a grudge against him, had played a prank on him."Who's there?" Ivy's voice called from the corner of the room, wary."It's me, Luke," he replied, trying to stay calm."What are you doing here?" Ivy asked, moving closer."I... I came to check if you fell into my trap," Luke
The cafeteria of the juvenile detention center was always noisy and bustling at lunchtime, filled with those who didn’t care about the rules. In the middle of the crowd, Luke and his group were mocking a weak boy, knocking his food tray to the ground.“Pick it up, or do you want me to help you lick it clean?” One of the guys sneered.The sound of cruel laughter echoed as the poor boy bent down to pick up the crumbs, his hands trembling in fear. His eyes were red, but he bit his lip tightly, trying not to let the tears fall. The crowd around them stood by, some with their arms crossed indifferently, some laughing mockingly, but no one spoke up to help. A few others looked away, as if afraid that if they interfered, they would become the next target.Ivy had just entered, and the scene immediately caught her eye. A surge of anger rose in her chest, making her grip her food tray tightly. She hated this kind of bullying—hated the silence of those who only watched. With a deep breath, she
Mason and Tegan officially became husband and wife after a journey that was anything but rushed. At first, their marriage was merely an arrangement, not born out of love. But instead of letting the distance between them grow, they chose to take the time to understand each other, little by little, day by day. What started as simple conversations became the threads that connected them, and even their disagreements helped them see each other more clearly. Love did not come from obligation but from the moments they shared—quiet yet profound.On their special day, beneath the soft glow of the sunset on the beach, they exchanged vows in the presence of family and friends—those who truly wished them happiness. Gentle waves kissed the shore like a soothing melody, and the ocean breeze carried the sound of joyful laughter. When Mason took Tegan’s hand, their eyes met, speaking volumes without words. This was no longer just an arranged marriage—it was a choice of the heart.…One gentle morning
Ryan sat silently in the large armchair in the spacious living room, his eyes unconsciously drifting over the family portraits hanging on the walls. They captured the glorious moments of his lineage—lavish parties, strategic handshakes. But no matter how many times he looked, he couldn’t find himself in any of them.The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted his thoughts. His father, William, entered the room with his usual commanding presence. His face was stern, his sharp eyes fixed on Ryan. There was no need to guess—Ryan knew this conversation was inevitable."Ryan, you must understand that your marriage to Jena is not just a personal matter. It concerns the family's honor, the interests of the entire corporation," William’s deep voice carried weight with every word.Ryan lifted his head to meet his father’s gaze. There was no hesitation in his eyes, only a firm and unyielding determination. "I understand that very well. But I cannot marry someone I don’t love. I refuse to live a
Under the fading twilight, the soft melody from Ivy and Luke’s wedding still echoed behind, mingling with the laughter of the guests. But Zoe had no intention of staying any longer. This event had not gone the way she had hoped. Ivy had truly become Luke’s, and Ryan could do nothing but stand there, silently witnessing it all.Clenching her lips tightly, Zoe left the banquet in silence. She knew for certain that Ryan was drowning in despair and disappointment at that very moment. This was the perfect opportunity to approach him, to feign sympathy and understanding, and slowly make him forget Ivy and turn to her instead. If she was patient enough, she believed she could have Ryan.However, just as she stepped out of the wedding venue, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her path. Zoe frowned as she recognized Mason."Get out of my way," she snapped, trying to sidestep him, but Mason stood firm like an immovable stone, his sharp eyes locking onto hers."Zoe, stop t