Unexpectedly, after half an hour since the phone call, someone came knocking on the door. Matthew rushed inside the second Francis opened the door. “What happened? Why were you injured all of a sudden?” He made sure to leave last night only after sending Christina to the entrance of the alley. “It’s nothing. I sprained my ankle after tripping over something by accident,” she replied. “I’ll send you to the hospital.” “I’ve already been. The doctor said it’s no big deal. I’ll recover after resting for several days.” Matthew was not reassured. He ignored Francis, who was standing by the side, carried Christina into his arms and hurried out of the house for the hospital.Michael waited in his car by the entrance of the alley the entire night. He had just bought breakfast from a store nearby and was about to deliver it to Christina. He was just heading back when he saw Matthew running out from the alley with the woman in his arms. “You look slim but you’re actually quite heav

Matthew thought he probably did overthink it. Francis must have gone through higher education in order to learn French. If that was the case, then he would not be living among the lower class of the society, jobless. Due to the mobility inconvenience, Christina stayed on the couch with a book after lunch to kill time. All of a sudden, she was reminded of the frenzied way Michael interrogated her last night. Therefore, she retrieved her cell phone and went on the online forum. She was shocked by the discovery. The majority of the posts were insults directed at her ex-husband and ex-mother-in-law. The people online claimed to have found out their identities so they could be punished accordingly. She was overwhelmed. Little did she expect things would get out of control so quick. What she yearned for right now was to live peacefully. It was never her intention to get revenge on Michael and Heather. This discussion was the last thing she would wish for. Immediately, she made a

Matthew felt truly embarrassed this time. Christina did not consider his feelings at all. He initially thought of probing her with a joke but ended up being consumed by rage. He leaned back into the chair. “I’m thirsty. Get me my tea now!” She grabbed the glass on the table and left the room. Something was being thrown to the ground behind her though she had no idea what. This young master had a poor attitude. They were just making jokes a minute ago and he suddenly hit the roof. This was no fun at all! Most importantly, she had no idea what she said that threw him off. His attitude toward her became poor after this incident. Not only did he pull a long face every time she entered his field of vision, he also tortured her by making her run all over the office to complete random tasks. Christina thought Matthew was definitely the pettiest man in existence. After this incident, she made a mental note that she should be more careful around him so as not to provoke the petty ma

“Ariel!” Christina grabbed her friend by the arm immediately, in fear that the latter might invite trouble by offending Michael again. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile. “Thanks, President Larson, for the meal!” “You have plenty of opportunities to thank me in the future!” he replied calmly. This frustrated Ariel greatly and she almost lost herself again. Upon arriving at the said hotel, the two of them realized the place was fully crowded. Almost every table available at the hotel had been occupied. Only two chairs were empty in the entire scene. One of them was placed next to Michael and the other one was next to his assistant. Evidently, it had been planned beforehand that Christina should be seated next to Michael and his assistant was assigned to keep an eye on Ariel. The latter realized what was going on and decided intentionally not to play according to the man’s rules. She strutted over to the seat next to Michael. “I’ll not hold back since Pres

“It’s a show of respect. You must drink!” Ariel placed the glass in front of Michael. “If you don’t drink much, then President Larson will have to drink on your behalf!”This was a toast to Michael and Serena. The assistant, who knew better than to drink on their behalf, stood by the side as watched on with unease. Serena appeared pitiable, as if full of grievances. She could not drink much but she did not want Michael to drink more either. Smiling, Christina placed the spoon down and dabbed the corners of her mouth with the napkin. “Ariel is right. You can’t refuse a toast to happiness. Miss Garcia, get President Larson to drink on your behalf if you can’t finish it all!” A hint of despair flashed across Michael’s eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Serena grabbed the glass and emptied it. Her cheeks turned red instantly. “Nice one!” Christina rose to her feet, applauding. “I heard that President Larson and Miss Garcia are going to be engaged soon. It’s a coincidence