Mag-log inDenny gave a commanding smile. “I know very well whether it’s a rumor or not.”
Candice: “…”
You know? Know what? You just want to straighten your son!
If word got out in the company that the chairman himself confirmed the rumor, she’d be finished. Morton was already enough of a headache—now even the chairman was jumping in? Was she supposed to survive this?
She shot a desperate look at Charlie: Say something. Now.
"You could have contacted her! You could have pleaded for my daughter! You could have told me when she was kidnapped! But you did nothing!""You just stood by, watching my daughter get hurt!""What, that bitch can give you more benefits? You're not afraid of offending me, or me coming after you later?"Her gaze was like a blade dipped in poison, every word hitting him right in the vitals.Dante’s expression was a little panicked.He knew Denise's methods – she went straight for the kill, ruthless and cunning.He explained, "It's a misunderstanding! She only called me once, saying it was the headquarters' intention, arranging for her to secretly test promising new blood for recruitment. I had no idea what she was going to do.""Besides, you say I didn't contact her? I really don't have her contact information. That phone number was canceled after that call.""We're all in the same business association. I don't want t
She settled into a chair positioned between the two hospital beds.Her gaze darted back and forth, a frown etching itself onto her face. "How am I going to explain this to Grandma and Dad later? Belinda's target was me, and I'm perfectly fine, but my two sisters ended up like this."Edward reached out and patted her shoulder. "This isn't your fault."Candice shook her head, self-reproach coloring her voice. "No, it is. This was a completely senseless disaster for them. They were shielding me from harm. I may not like them, but I never wanted them to end up like this."A single tear escaped and trickled down her cheek.Charlie stepped forward, leaning down to gently wipe it away. "No one wanted this to happen, but it did. Instead of guilt and self-blame, why not do something for them? I'll be with you every step of the way."Candice, moved, threw herself into h
"Well, isn't this a free-for-all?"Charlie chuckled.Heads turned in the room.Inside and outside the room, several people looked at each other, then at others... for a fleeting moment, the air vibrated with an indescribable weirdness.The group entered the sickroom.Charlie and Candice moved towards the bedside.Ollie's gaze, seemingly casually, flicked to the hand Jerry still had latched onto Edward's arm....That one glance made Jerry feel like his hand was about to be severed.Candice stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the eyes-closed, no-longer-struggling Gabrielle. "Did the doctor examine her? What did he say?"Kyle looked up, his tone even. "She refused to let the doctor examine her. She was struggling too violently. Mr. Lawrence and I were afraid of causing further injury. The doctor saw that there was no blood seeping from the bandage, so he hung up a few bottles of pain-killing and anti-inflammatory fluid
Candice remained unmoved.She continued to stare at him with a chilly gaze for a moment, then pushed a small cake, which she had thoroughly mangled with her fork, towards him. “Scared? Have a little cake to calm your nerves.”Charlie still had a hint of amusement in his eyes, his tone laced with difficulty. “...Candice ah...”Candice slammed her hand on the table. “Eat it!”Her eyes glared, fierce enough to bite someone, her chest rising and falling slightly.She was truly angry.Charlie abandoned his attempt to brush it off with a casual attitude, his expression turning serious.In the corner, the schadenfreude on Ollie’s face was practically overflowing.He was extremely curious how his brother, who was cold in both heart and face, always carrying himself with an air of absolute superiority towards everyone, would handle this situation with his girlfriend.He turned his head, openly watching.He saw his big brother, who usually acted like he was cultivating the path of detachment fr
A roar of anger exploded alongside the sounds of impact.The ocean churned into monstrous waves…Meanwhile.Charlie and his group finally made it back to the cruise ship.As they pushed open the doors to the main hall, every single guest inside stared with wide eyes… They're back??!These people were gathered here under the pretense of proving their innocence, but in reality, they were being monitored and confined. The doors were heavily guarded, and the moment anyone picked up their phone, a warning glare would sweep across the room. They were completely cut off from any news, utterly clueless about how things were unfolding.Just moments ago, everyone was discussing how the kidnapped individuals were likely already gone.After a brief moment of stunned silence."They're back!""Thank goodness, thank heaven!""Mr. Clemens, what method did you use to rescue them? You're incredible!"…
Fifteen minutes later.More footsteps echoed outside.But this time, it was different. The footsteps were hurried and laced with caution.The newcomer stopped at the door and tapped twice. A voice thick with anxiety filtered through the wood, “Mr. Clemens, are you inside? It's Barry, I came with you.”Everyone looked at Charlie.“Barry, what’s the situation out there?” Charlie asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.The man outside reported, "We received a call from Mr. Fletcher. He said they’ve reached an agreement, the other side agreed to release you. They told us to come get you."“After that, we saw twenty-odd people coming off the yacht and boarding those fishing boats. They left separately. We waited a few minutes, made sure the fishing boats were far enough away before we dared to come up.”The people inside exchanged glances: Should they trust this
“It’s a buttercream cake.”“This looks good.”“Thank God, finally something edible!”The guests were nearly in tears.Since they arrived on the island, no one had eaten anything, and by now, everyone was getting quite hungry. Furthermore, if they didn’t eat now, they would have to wait until tomorr
Ding-dong—The doorbell rang.Sophia and Margaret both turned toward the front door.“Sophia, didn’t you say this building only has one unit per floor? Not even a cat could sneak in.”“...Uh—”Sophia was honestly at a loss. She got up. “I’ll go check.”As she walked toward the door, she was falling
Insane!Winning was one thing, but does it really warrant such arrogant gloating?Belinda and Candice stared at each other for a few seconds before Belinda managed a forced smile. “If Mr. Clemens has something to say, I naturally want to listen.”She turned back, her gaze falling on Charlie.Sittin
Mrs. Davidson felt a chill run through her body.The juice spilled onto her lap.It was the green dress that ruined their plan, enraging Denise. One could say that the failure of that day had her "credit" all over it! No, it was all her fault!That day, she had been busy trying to comfort Denise, p







