Calista was taken aback.She looked at Paul, then glanced at the room behind him, surprised as she asked, "Why are you here?" Paul smiled and casually explained, "I drank too much with Cade last night, so I stayed over." "Oh."Calista didn’t know what else to say as she faced Paul. Perhaps it was guilt, or maybe the three years apart had made them distant. She smiled and turned to go downstairs. However, Paul called her and handed her a check."I don't need the money right now. There’s no rush to repay it." Calista lowered her gaze and happened to see the amount on the check. It was neither too much nor too little—exactly three million, as she had joked about before.He had signed his name. If she took it, she could go to the bank today and transfer the money to Lucian. Honestly, she felt a bit tempted. Anyone would be tempted by such a large sum, especially since she needed it urgently. Paul watched as she stared at the check quietly.He wasn’t sure if she was embarra
That night, Calista received a call from Lucian. She had already finished washing up and was ready to sleep. She had stayed up several nights in a row, and tonight, after finally managing to get an early rest, she was disrupted by this phone call. She was upset.“What do you want so late at night?” "Open the door," Lucian uttered words before hanging up. Calista was about to ask if he was out of his mind, but she got cut off. She wasn’t going to comply anyway.Calista tossed her phone aside, wondering if Lucian could figure out that her patience had run thin. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard banging on her front door. There was a click, and her neighbor opened the door. Next door lived an elderly lady. Calista had seen her a few times before, and she didn't seem very approachable. As expected, as soon as the old lady opened the door, she began to yell, "What are you doing in the middle of the night? Are you trying to wake everyone up? You're a grown man. Don't you hav
"Alright. After all, you're still my wife. You’d have to accompany me to my sessions in the future." Calista frowned at how despicable this scoundrel was! Lucian spoke casually, but his breath against her ear was rugged. Calista had no doubts if she continued to refuse, he would likely vent his anger with violence. The whole room fell silent as Lucian glanced at his wristwatch, seemingly counting down. Suddenly, Calista spoke up, "A hundred thousand dollars." "What?" "I'll accompany you to negotiate this deal. If it works out, the three million debt will be settled. If not, you owe me a hundred thousand dollars to compensate for my time." She would be at a disadvantage if the deal fell through. She wouldn't fall for this stupidity. Besides, her trust in Lucian had already fallen short. It always felt as if he was trying to deceive her. These business meetings usually lasted a few hours. She wouldn't have to do anything except be an ornament on the sidelines. Either wa
Calista chuckled lightly."What's there to be afraid of? I’m just joining their table." She couldn’t help if Lucian was determined to make himself a victim. During their argument, the people at Paul’s table noticed them. They were all part of the same circle.Paul looked up at them, and with just one glance, he could tell that Lucian and Calista were discussing business matters. So, he didn't go over to disturb them. Lucian stared at Calista blankly and raised his hand, saying, "Hold my hand." Calista lowered, her voice displeased, "This is just a simple meal. We're not attending a dinner party. There's no need to hold hands." It seemed too deliberate and fake to be constantly holding hands. Lucian glanced at her calmly."You’re under my paygrade. I, your employer, would determine what you should and shouldn’t do. You don’t have the right to refuse." Well, in this day and age, the one with the money holds the power. Everyone had encountered a demanding boss at work.
Marcus was a chubby man who sweated easily. Calista instantly felt her hands being enveloped by a damp sensation.She quickly pulled her hand back before taking several steps backward. Her face turned so cold that it could freeze water."Mr. Packard, please have some self-respect." Marcus's intention of holding her hand was merely a test.Although he had some interest in Calista, he understood that one should consider the consequences before stirring up trouble, especially for the sake of a woman and risking confrontation with Lucian. He composed himself and apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything bad. I just wanted to ask what perfume you're using so I can buy a bottle for my wife." There would be plenty of opportunities since he would stay here for a few days. Marcus was experienced in the business world, so he was good at concealing his intentions.He put on an act, saying, "I tend to become more frisky around people after I’ve had a few drinks. I acted out of lin
Lucian grabbed Calista's hand and pushed the door open, stepping into the room casually. Calista furrowed her brows."This is my room. What are you doing?" Lucian's lips curved into a smirk."I’m going to shower and sleep." He spoke with a hint of amusement, but she could tell he was trying to mess with her. Lucian was doing this on purpose. He wanted to annoy her and make her helpless in dealing with him. Calista had booked a room with a king-sized bed. Besides that, the only other resting place was the couch by the window.Lucian wouldn't demean himself to sleep on the couch. So, she would either have to endure the discomfort of sharing a bed with him or sleep pitifully on the couch while watching him sprawl comfortably on the large bed she had paid for. Calista pursed her lips together and complained, "Go back to your room." Although this resort didn't have a presidential suite, it did offer VIP rooms with private baths. "We're a married couple. Everyone would think
Eva accepted it eagerly and said, “Thank you. It’s perfect!” She retrieved a gift box from her bag. Inside was a diamond bracelet, not overly expensive or unique."I bought this while shopping. It's not something expensive. It's a token of my appreciation. Thank you for the perfume you gave." Calista couldn't accept this. She could not take a brand-new diamond bracelet in exchange for a bottle of second-hand perfume worth a few hundred dollars. This was too much. "Eva, I can't accept this. That bottle of perfume is only three hundred dollars. I’ll be taking advantage of you." "Calista, I'm apologizing on behalf of my husband. What happened this morning was a mistake. He tends to lose his common sense after a few drinks, which led to him offending you." Calista raised an eyebrow, but Eva had already placed the gift box in her hand. Calista did not insist further since it was an apology.Her only regret was that they didn't just hand her a check directly! She casually comme
Marcus lowered his voice, probably to make his voice sound deeper and seductive. However, Calista was so scared that her body trembled and she instinctively threw her phone at him.There was a loud bang, and Marcus let out a painful, muffled groan. He raised his hand to cover his face, and blood gushed between his fingers, dripping onto the ground. "Mr. Packard, are you okay?" Calista tried to find tissues in her bag, only to realize she hadn't brought one. "I'm sorry. I used to get stalked by bad people while I was a child, so I'm quite sensitive, and I tend to lose control when someone gets too close to me." Mr. Packard's head was buzzing with pain at this point, and he couldn't quite make out what Calista was saying.Thankfully, he did not have a concussion and was still aware of who she was. Otherwise, he would have slapped her long ago. His nose continued to bleed, and he began to suspect it might have been broken. Calista hit him hard! "Just bear with it for now, Mr.
Cameron tucked her hands into her sleeves, her face unreadable as she watched Mirabelle stagger toward her. "I went through so much trouble to put on this grand finale," she said coolly. "How could I miss the ending?"Mirabelle's eyes were bloodshot, her voice shrill with disbelief. "It really was you, Cameron! You set everything up!" She fumbled for her phone. "I'm calling the police. You framed my father—he's innocent!""Framed?" Cameron let out a cold laugh. "And where exactly do you think the money came from for all those years you lived like a queen overseas?"Mirabelle froze mid-dial. Cameron's words cut deep. She stood there, stunned, then muttered, "Cade… I'll tell Cade everything you did. He'll stop you. I'll call Cade.""Are you sure you want to do that?"Mirabelle lowered her phone and burst out laughing. "I won't call. But what does it matter? You lost. You pulled all the strings, but in the end, I'm still standing. You can't touch me."She lifted her head, her eyes s
Cade turned, frowning in confusion. Mirabelle had just stumbled into the café, unkempt, disheveled, and utterly unlike her usual self. The grace and poise she once wore like armor were gone. Her hair was tangled, her outfit wrinkled, and one of her heels had snapped clean off.But it was clear—she hadn't come for him. The instant her eyes found his, she froze. Then, almost frantically, she adjusted her clothes and ran trembling fingers through her hair.She walked over, chin lifted, as if her heel wasn't broken, as if she hadn't just staggered in like a ghost of herself."Cade," she said, summoning the haughtiness of an Ackerman heiress. "Are you really willing to throw away everything between our families for Cameron?"She had begged nearly everyone she knew that day—men and women who owed her family countless favors. All of them had turned their backs. She finally understood what it meant to be on a sinking ship, swarmed by rats scurrying for safety.Mirabelle knew she should be
Fabian said, "Mr. Ackerman was taken away by the Office of Inspector General this morning. Madam Cameron and the Bark family are reportedly the ones responsible."The Carter Group hadn't broken any laws, nor had they been financially entangled with the Ackermans for over a decade. Still, the long-standing ties between the two families ran deep. If Victor Ackerman had skeletons in his closet, Cade would have a hard time avoiding the fallout.Cade propped his hand against his cheek. "What about my wife?""Madam Cameron…" Fabian had to steel himself to answer Cade. "Madam Cameron left the country. She applied for a long-term visa."Even with reporters hounding him, that sentence rang loud and clear in Cade's ears.A long silence stretched before he let out a quiet, bitter laugh.He had never realized how much Cameron had orchestrated behind his back. The Ackermans or the media could trip him up for now, but her betrayal cut deeper. Every move had been calculated.And the most absur
Cade crossed the room as Cameron, already seated, leaned her cheek against her hand, skimming the menu. "Want a drink?" she asked casually.His heart skipped a beat.Cameron's appearance radiated deliberate perfection. From her flawlessly styled hair and expertly applied makeup to her impeccable outfit and carefully chosen accessories, every detail was considered. Even her expensive "Allure" perfume hinted at a desire to captivate.A private dining room meant for couples with only spouses in each other's company…Given the setup, sharing a drink seemed like an implicit invitation.Cade pressed his lips into a line, trying to ignore the rising curve of a smile. "Sure," he replied, his tone deceptively even. "We'll start with two bottles of Magnolia's Pulpit," Cameron said.Cade choked on his water, coughing as he asked, "Seriously?"Who would start a date with such a strong distilled spirit? With two bottles, no less.Cameron propped up her chin and raised an eyebrow. "Is that
Cameron stared at her screen, where Gale had just sent a single word. "Ready." Her lips curled up involuntarily.Cade noticed the smile. He didn't know who she was messaging, but it irritated him for some reason. After a long pause, he exhaled slowly and asked, "What if the Ackermans refuse to settle?"Cameron didn't bother to answer. She knew Violet and Victor would soon be in hot water, so she hadn't considered the aftermath. However, to Cade, her silence only confirmed his assumptions—she was reckless, unprepared, and acting purely on emotion. He clenched his jaw and finally stopped holding his breath. Then, suddenly, he pulled the car over with a sharp twist of the wheel. "Did you think it through before turning yourself in? What if the psych evaluation comes back clean, and the Ackermans insist on pressing charges? What then? You hurt Mirabelle badly. You think you'll have it easy in prison with the way they dote on her?" In contrast to Cade's exasperation, Cameron remaine
With Cade covering Cameron's mouth, there was no chance for her pointed words to offend anyone in the room. His palm was cool to the touch. It was a sensation she disliked. So, she couldn't help but tilt her head.When Cade noticed her movements, he gently stroked her cheek as if he were calming a child who was throwing a tantrum.Victor spent years in a position of authority, giving him an air of unspoken authority. His gaze hardened, and his lips pressed into a firm line as he watched Cade. "Cade, don't jeopardize the long-standing relationship between our families over a woman.""If that's how you see it." Cade glanced at the door. "Aren't you doing the same for a woman?"Victor snorted contemptuously. "How can a cheap girl who was merely adopted be worth anything compared to Mirabelle?""How is my daughter, a Yorksworth, worth any less than yours?" Blaire stood at the doorway as she took in the occupants of the home with her sharp gaze. She had been feeling restless ever sin
Mirabelle frowned. "Excuse me?"As soon as she finished speaking, Cameron walked up to her, grabbed her by her hair, and forcefully bent her over.Cameron held up the guest list Monica had sent her and shoved it in Mirabelle's face. "Call them. Tell them to be there by 3:00 p.m., or else…"She tightened her grip threateningly. "You can kiss this head of hair goodbye."Mirabelle pressed down on her scalp where it had been pulled, her voice distorted with pain when she spoke."Let go, Cameron! Are you out of your mind?""Didn't I tell you not to involve anyone else in our feud?""Can't take it anymore?"Mirabelle endured the pain of turning her head to flash a disdainful sneer at Cameron."This is just the appetizer. If you go against me, you'll eventually crawl out of Capeton with your tail between your legs. I'll call your business partner right now and pin the catastrophic failure of this event on you…"Seeing Mirabelle's condescending expression brought Cameron back to the
The kiss lifted the dark cloud that hung over Cade's mood over the past few days.The next day, as Fabian brought in documents for him to sign, Cade asked, "When is Cameron's show?"Fabian was taken aback for a split second but quickly replied. Fortunately, he was well-prepared and kept track of Cameron's events for the year in advance."Has the invitation been delivered?"Fabian swallowed, almost wanting to laugh to mock Cade. Given Cade's strained relationship with his wife, Cameron would sooner invite a dog than have him around. However, all Fabian could do was revel in Cade's misery in his mind while keeping a businesslike facade."It was probably already delivered. The front desk brought in a stack of mail yesterday. I haven't sorted it out yet."He had already sorted out the mail this morning. Everything had gone straight to the trash."Clear my schedule for the day. Make reservations at a restaurant for a celebratory dinner.""Yes, sir."On the day of the show, Monica
That was obviously an excuse to get Cade out of the picture. Knowing what Mirabelle had done to Cameron in the past, leaving the two of them alone was out of the question. Besides, it wasn't convenient for him to move the car, so he refused without a second thought."Get the attendant—"However, Cameron cut him off before he could finish."Ms. Ackerman is a guest. You should fulfill her requests if she has any."Cade cast her a cold glance. "Shut up." Why should he dance to Mirabelle's tune?Cameron stared at him. "Run along."He gritted his teeth as rage crossed his face. After a brief pause, he sneered and turned to leave. As soon as the door shut behind him, Mirabelle's calm expression slipped. "Did you make me come here just to show off how much you two love each other?""You call that love? I think we have different definitions of what 'love' is then. He's nothing more than…" Cameron's fingers lightly traced the cup's rim as she smirked and said, "A lap dog.""You fu