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Throughout Anthony’s—and Chris’—stay in Charmine’s home, Charmine always managed to surprise him. Every revelation about her made her seem even more mysterious. Anthony had never met any woman who could interest him, all while remaining a mystery to him. Charmine’s red lips curled upward as she teasingly remarked, “What about you?” Three nonchalant words, with a hint of interest in wanting to know more. Anthony met her gaze. “What about me? Are you interested?” “Nah!” Charmine took another sip of her wine. “Never mind, let’s eat.” Of course Charmine did not want to show that she cared for him and liked him. Men were a strange species; women would get easily dumped the humbler they were. If she acted like she did not care, meanwhile, a woman would not get hurt. Charmine, throughout the years, had built up a defensive wall that safeguarded her heart. While she accepted Anthony, she would not show it. Anthony noted how Charmine evaded the question, and he was reminded of th

Although Senior Jordan liked Charmine, he also liked Tiffany. She was his actual granddaughter after all, and he had high expectations of her. That was why he agreed when Adam and Joey wanted to give their shares to her, even though he knew the amount of shares with her would threaten his position. To him, the mistakes Tiffany made were just some mistakes most women would make. After all, which woman did not want to fight for fame and men? All that was important was that she was serious about changing and keeping a good reputation of the family image. He was taken by surprise, then, when she slept with Julian’s assistant even after having Julian. Tiffany ruined the entire Jordan family’s image as they turned into the laughingstock of the masses. Senior Jordan was utterly crestfallen. To him, this granddaughter was already dead. Despite his rage, Tiffany walked toward him and stood in front of him. “I came here to talk to you about some important matters. I heard that you want

“Tiffany!” roared Senior Jordan. “Do you know what you’re doing? You’re ruining yourself, and the family will hate you more!” “So what? None of you like me anyway—you guys hate me now and want to take my shares away! You guys treat me like dirt right when I needed my family the most. What difference would it make if I do this or not?” Tiffany smiled bitterly. “I’m merely trying to get something for my sick body. I can longer do modeling gigs and can’t marry Julian; I can't expect the family to treat me the same again. All I want is the shares, put my all onto the company, and numb myself with work. Only when I gain 60 percent of the Jordans’ shares will no one bully me or put me down anymore. I’ll still be Ms. Jordan, the person in charge of the Jordan family!” Senior Jordan was furious as he heard Tiffany’s extreme yet laughable thinking. “What makes you think I’ll agree to that?” scowled Senior Jordan. “With our resources and Charmine’s help, do you think we won’t be able to find

The sky was already dark by the time Charmine woke up. With all the lights turned off, only the moonlight’s soft glow that danced through the window lit the room. Charmine could make out a fresh masculine scent as she blinked away her drowsiness...only to find herself in Anthony’s arms! Not just that, but they were cuddling one another, laying face-to-face in bed! Anthony was fast asleep. Torn and crumpled, his white shirt had many of her lipstick marks. What…? Charmine rubbed her temples and realized that she had a hangover. Was she the one crumpling his shirt when she was drunk? She felt unusually guilty as she carefully tried to get out of the bed, but a strong arm pulled her by the waist and back into Anthony’s embrace. Charmine met his darkened gaze. They were extremely close to one another as her lips could almost graze his chin. With a slight move, her lips would graze his. “Let me go,” insisted Charmine without moving an inch. “You hugged and touched me, Ms. Jorda

Anthony sat on the bed. “Just wait.” The room was soundproof; there was no way they could be heard even if they yelled. Furthermore, their phones were left outside, thus they could not call Chris. They would not leave the room until Chris opened the door for them. Charmine frowned. “How long do we have to wait?” “This depends on how long he thinks his father needs,” commented Anthony. Charmine blushed at his words before she eyed their surroundings. Unfortunately, the windows had locks on, so there was no way to get out unless they could remove the door completely. Sadly, there were no tools inside the room that could help them with that. “Just relax for a night,” assured Anthony, “and we’ll think of ways tomorrow.” Charmine thought of Anthony’s promise that he would not touch her, thus she slowly eased herself. Chris would surely open the door for them tomorrow, unless he wanted them to starve. Luckily, there were some checkers scripts and building designs she left in t