Rachel moved her mouse around, clicking through different links as she searched for information to the Chapman Group's latest design competition. Fine, detailed illustrations and graceful fonts were littered around the website. Her attention snapped to the theme of the competition, namely, youthfulness, the future, and hope. Rachel half-closed her eyes as countless ideas flashed through her mind. 'Youthfulness, the future, and hope, huh?' The quieter and calmer Rachel appeared, the more antsy the people around her behaved. Several design staff members wheeled themselves on their office chair to the employee who had previously tricked Rachel. "Melissa, I hear the new girl isn't just 'someone'!" "Not only that! Anne led her out of the president's office!" "Don’t be fooled by the fact that she has the same position as us. Just look at her station, she has the sunlight and space, she's definitely someone special!" "Tsk tsk, that sounds about right! Could she be the pre

Nathan sighed, wondering how he had managed to keep his friendship with a weirdo like Edward for more than a dozen years. Edward cared about — or it could even be said that he prioritized — his son, but he had never allowed pictures of his son to appear anywhere and that was because he wished to protect him. Similarly, pictures of his wife Rue had never appeared anywhere as well, though outsiders said he was trying to protect her. However, Nathan understood. Edward simply did not want Rue to appear anywhere, or else it would have connected him to her. Nathan tilted his head as if he did not understand anything at all. Years ago, Edward had told him that he slept with a woman and it was pretty clear that he was very attracted to her. He even publicized his search to find that woman. That woman was later known as Rue. So the searches ended as she appeared, but why was he so disinterested in her after that? It almost felt like he was disgusted by her. If not for that rea

Mrs. Bennet looked at Rachel, hoping she would reprimand Ziggy for speaking out of order. Though instead of doing that, Rachel gave Ziggy a thumbs-up. Seeing that, Mrs. Bennet almost passed out. Rachel rubbed Ziggy's head. "Baby, you're so good. How did you learn to scold people without using swearwords?" Ziggy shrugged. "It's not that, I just can't be bothered to use swearwords on people like this." Rachel chuckled softly. "You're so good at it!" Mrs. Bennet clenched her jaw upon seeing Rachel's persistence and eventually dropped to her knees with a pitiable look on her face. "Rachel! I beg you, seeing that I carried you to term and that I gave you your life, promise me that you will leave the Orange Country forever. Can you do that?" Faced with a second kneeling from Mrs. Bennet, there was no longer any hint of sympathy from Rachel. Slowly, she lowered herself to Mrs. Bennet's height. "Mrs. Bennet, this seems to be your second time groveling for me, a younger generati

Jodie was speechless. She had never thought that was the reason Ian hated Rachel so much. 'Rue again, it's always about Rue!' Time after time, no matter what phase of abnormality Ian was going through, it was inevitably because of Rue! This time, unsurprisingly, it was Rue again! "Even Rue and Edward's child should've been mine and Rue's, it's our son..." Ian uttered in a drunken stupor, his mind completely filled with Rue and no one else. Seeing drunk Ian, Jodie quickly stood up from the sofa and held onto Ian's shoulder tightly. "Ian! Stop sinking deeper into your fantasies! Rue has already married Edward, she will never marry you!" Ian pushed Jodie away angrily. "Stop your nonsense! Rue is my wife! We have a child together! I know all of you are just jealous of us!" Falling heavily on the ground heavily, broken shards pierced Jodie’s skin and sank themselves deeply into her palms. She gasped and as she looked at the shards on her palm, she felt no pain at all.

After hanging up, a calm smile appeared on Rue’s face. Having tricks up her sleeves was her favorite thing to do because only then would she feel safe. Jodie opened the door with a bowl of spaghetti in her hands. "Ian, the pasta is done. Come have some." She set the spaghetti in front of Ian and stared blankly at the phone on his table. "Ian, did someone call you just now?" Ian looked at Jodie and shook his head. "No, I was just looking at the time." As he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Jodie trying to hide her gnarly-looking wounds on her hands. "Jodie, what happened to your hands?" Jodie retracted them. "It's nothing, I had an accident." Ian looked away. "Be careful next time. If mom and dad saw, they will be sad for a while again." Jodie nodded sincerely. "Alright, Ian, I know." Meanwhile, Rachel poured a glass of water for Ziggy after they returned to the apartment. "Baby, you must be tired. Have some water." Ziggy was holding his glass in his hands for a l