Rue was startled and grabbed one of Edward's sleeves. "Edward, only you can save the Bennet Group now! What would people think if Bluemel Inc. watched as the Bennet Group sank?" Rue's obvious hint caused Edward's brows to furrow. "This is obviously a targeted operation. If you can't find the party behind it, so what if I helped you once? What about the next attack, and the attack after that? Do I need to clean your mess up every time?" Hearing Edward's say that matter-of-factly made Rue tremble uncontrollably. "Edward, you really have made up your mind about not interfering?" Edward reached out to Josh with his big, cold hand. Without any pause in between, Josh took his hand. Although Edward did not show any emotion, his heart sang. He held Josh's hand as they walked into Josh's bedroom. "If you cannot find the person who set the Bennet Group up, I won't interfere." After they had left, Rue's hands balled up tightly into a fist. To marry Edward, she had to step do

Anne looked at Rachel, confused. "What do you mean?" The office suddenly fell silent while a huge stage was being set up in front of the Chapman Group's entrance. There was a multitude of design dresses on them with the designers standing next to their product. The office was as quiet as a moonbeam. Rachel clutched her palms together tightly. "I'm sorry, Anne, I couldn't finish the design in time." Anne sighed. "You should apologize to the president, he had high hopes for you." She then left after leaving those words behind. Rachel left the office and stood off-stage to look at the dresses as a spectator. Melissa, who was standing on stage, immediately spotted Rachel. So, she held her head high proudly. The event onstage was well underway. There was a row of judges with Nathan being at the center. He scanned the stage but could not see the person he wanted to see. It was not until he saw Rachel off-stage that he paused with a startle. 'Didn't she sign up for t

Jodie shot a red-faced Melissa a dirty look and took the pencil in her hand. "What are you so mean for? I'm not wrong. It's true, there's barely any part of you that's real, but you don't like people talking about it..." Melissa held her hands together in an attempt to stop herself from an outburst. Rachel shook her head helplessly at Jodie. Melissa was probably going crazy about what Jodie said of her. However, after seeing Rachel's gaze, Jodie pouted and stopped taunting Melissa. With the pencil in her hand, Jodie randomly drew something on the paper while being utterly confused. "Rachel, is this how I should be holding the pencil? This is it, right?" Rachel pressed her palm onto her face. "Jodie, how are you able to hold a pencil like a knife?!" Jodie screamed at Rachel. "How many times have you seen me draw? Just the few times in art classes! I don't know any of this stuff!" She then placed the pencil back at the canvas heavily and furiously. All the judges nodded

It was not until Rachel turned to Ziggy that he said, "Aunt Jodie, didn't you say you found out through your dad's company?" Getting Ziggy's hint, Jodie looked at Rachel. "That's right, I found out from my dad's company." Rachel's gaze alternated between Ziggy and Jodie. She was full of suspicion. Once again, Ziggy kept putting food onto Rachel's plate. "Mommy, please eat. If you don't eat now, all the nice pieces of meat will be finished by Aunt Jodie alone." Jodie glared at Ziggy with her plateful of meat chunks. "Nonsense! Am I that kind of person?!" At this moment, Jodie's words were as reliable as the weather forecast, as her mouth was filled with meat. Rachel rubbed Ziggy's head with a smile. "Alright, I'm done here after the competition. I don't think I have anything else to do in the evening, so I'll get out of work as soon as possible to accompany my baby at home." Ziggy hugged Rachel and grinned. "Yay! Mommy is the best!" Jodie pressed her lips together and se

The Lincoln stretch limousine stopped in front of Rachel's apartment as she quickly alighted. "Mr. Chapman, let me go explain to my son about tonight." Nathan was slightly surprised, but he maintained his calm smile. "We can bring him along." Rachel shook her head. "It's alright, Mr. Chapman. We can just come home earlier." She did not want her son to enter the upper-class social circle. The more aristocratic a circle was, the messier it would eventually become. She hoped her son could keep his naivete and live a simple life with occasional smarts. Nathan followed Rachel upstairs after giving Anne an indicative nod. After getting the hint, Anne left the apartment. Knock knock— Rachel knocked on the door, grinning. The door opened and Ziggy flew into Rachel's arms. "Mommy, you're home! I've waited for you for so long!" Rachel held Ziggy in her arms and laughed. "Baby, this is Uncle Nathan." Ziggy looked at Nathan and grinned, his smile brightening up the entire r