Tiffany was pleased when she saw the darkened expression of her grandfather, but she remembered to keep her facade. “Amelia, stop saying that. I believe Charmine didn’t do it on purpose. She must’ve been busy taking care of her diamond business and forgot to ring up Grandpa. Grandpa, please don’t be mad.” With that, everyone’s looks went a shade darker. Busy? She was just ungrateful! The disappointed look on Drake went a few shades darker too. Meanwhile, Charmine seemed to enjoy the act between Amelia and Tiffany. She watched them with an amused look as though she was a queen being entertained. “Are you two done?” She nonchalantly turned her gaze upward, and with a smirk on her face, she started, “In the past five years, I’ve tried to contact Grandpa for a hundred and ten times, but the line was always busy. I’ve sent ten gifts to Grandpa in total, but none of the gifts was ever delivered to him. I even tried sending him emails, but every email was blocked by a hacker. You h
It was only the first whip and Amelia’s clothes were already ripped apart as fresh blood oozed out of her fair skin. Her face contorted in pain and anguish, but she never gave out. “Not me! It really wasn’t me! Charmine framed me!” Hobson shook his head helplessly. Amelia was too hard-headed; he had no choice but to continue the whipping. Fwoop! Fwoop! Fwoop! In the end, Amelia’s flesh was lacerated as her back was all bloodied. She slowly succumbed to her wounds, yet she managed to utter one last sentence, “It really…really wasn’t me.” She passed out right after. Overwhelmed with rage, Drake sternly ordered, “Come and get this liar out of my sight. Without my permission, she has no right to leave the mansion for the next three months!” Three months? Amelia was grounded for three months? “Dad, she’s a popular model! If she doesn’t leave the house, her popularity will disappear…!” Lily called out as she carried Amelia. “After making such a fool out of herself in the p
“Anyone who mentions the diamond mine will have their family shares confiscated!” barked Senior Jordan. Tiffany clenched her fists tightly. A huge diamond mine, all for Charmine and only Charmine? What for?! What a dumb old fool! Of course, Tiffany would not say such a thing out loud, thus she could only bite back her anger. However, Drake continued, “Oh, right. Charmine, since you’re back, sign this paper and I’ll transfer you the fifteen percent of the share that I should’ve given to you a few years ago.” With that, Hobson passed him a prepared document. Charmine never expected Senior Jordan would still give her the family share, even when she had a whole diamond mine to herself. A glint of warmth swept past her usually cold and emotionless eyes. Before Charmine could sign, her foster father, Jeremy Jordan caterwauled, “Dad, are you insane? She already owned a huge diamond mine! Why are you still transferring fifteen percent of the family share to her? She doesn’t even
At the Jordan family mansion’s garden... Tiffany sat under a jacaranda tree. The events that had transpired just moments ago still infuriated her. It would be understandable if Drake transferred just some of the share to Charmine, but did he have to transfer as much as fifteen percent? Charmine now owned as much as Tiffany, who was the ‘actual heiress’ of the Jordan family! Worse still, netizens were flattering Charmine and idolizing her, while some became suspicious of the interview Tiffany and Amelia had earlier. There was speculation that Tiffany played a part in this, and they called her ‘fake’ and ‘unreal’. If this went on, her ‘No.1 Supermodel’ title would be ruined in no time. Her assistant, Veronica stood behind her in concern. “Prior to this, Guci had finalized you as their magazine cover this season, but they had just called to say that they needed more time to choose between you and Charmine.” “What?” blurted Tiffany, dumbfounded. Guci was no humdrum brand. It wa
“Oh… That’s right. Julian darling, Grandpa already transferred fifteen percent of the share to Charmine. I’m afraid I can’t help you take the shares anymore.” Julian frowned. Already? So soon? Five years ago, the Cabell and Jordan families forced Julian to marry the ugly and inelegant Charmine. Though he hated Charmine for that, he had always wanted to get all the Jordan family shares and own their business. He thought that he could get hold of her share if he were to follow through with their marriage arrangement. Once Tiffany noticed the worried expression on his face, she gently warned, “Julian darling, I think Charmine still loves you. Think about it: Why is she still single even though she’s this Diamond Boss now? “Also, all her tweets are about you, even though she has so many followers. Perhaps she might be trying to get your attention? “If we resume the plan we had five years ago, which was to make her fall all over for you, it’s likely that she’ll transfer you her fa
Kay and his men—who hid in the shadows—stared at the scene with eyes wide like saucers. Damn, was their boss about to run over him? There were no traces of holding back in Charmine’s actions. She twisted the handle of her motorbike as she raced toward him. Once Julian knew for sure Charmine was not letting up, that she was closing in from their half-a-meter distance, he instinctively jumped out of the way. Yet, the motorbike moved at such a speed that his sleeve was almost caught by the bike, and it sent him stumbling back a few steps. Charmine glanced at him by the corner of her eyes. A mocking smirk appeared on her lips as she flipped the middle finger at him. Her long and unruly hair fluttered in the night breeze. She sure was bold and daring. On the other side, Julian was left with his pale-green face, the veins on his forehead almost burst out from hatred and fear. The woman who was once all over him nearly ran over him and even gave him the middle finger! Why did she
[Charmine and Tiffany Jordan Making a Cover Shoot Together: A Showdown Between Two Sisters.] The article explained details of the showdown, along with some analysis of their pros and cons. Although the content was unbiased and professionally written, the two fanbases began fighting against each other not long after the article was published. [So what if Charmine is rich? She is still a newbie. How dare she have a showdown with Tiffany?!] [What’s so great about Tiffany? She didn’t even make it to the final appearance of the Chanel show. Haven’t you heard of how newcomers are always better off?] [It’s just a matter of luck. Charmine’s final appearance was quite stunning, but if one looks closer, it’s just her acting expensive and exquisite. How is she going to carry on a big fashion brand like Guci? Can she win?] [Yeah, and the showdown is about sales of the collection they wear. Tiffany has eighty million followers while Charmine has less than eight million. How is she going
Tiffany’s lips turned down into a frown. “Please don’t say such a cruel thing about my sister. She does have fans too. Look over there; they’re her fans.” She pointed in the opposite direction, and her fans looked over to see ten or-so fans still standing there after most of them left. Since Tiffany had over a thousand fans here cheering, it made Charmine’s side seem almost sorry. Moreover, since Charmine was new to the modeling industry, the fans did not know what to say, thus many of them left due to awkwardness. Tiffany’s fans burst out laughing. “Hahaha! Are ten people considered ‘fans’? This is so shameful!” “Didn’t she have eight million followers on Twitter? Maybe she bought them with money!” “Haha! That must be! She’s the Diamond Boss, so surely she’s got the money to buy fake followers!” “So what if she’s rich? She can’t do anything great anyway!” They eyed Charmine in disdain and mockery, almost as though looking at a clown. Charmine was just about to speak