Justin woke up with a sigh. Looking at Karen lying beside him, his expression was calm and indifferent. There was no trace of the panic and guilt from the first time. He sat up slowly, putting on his clothes methodically. Karen was awakened by his slight movements, crawling to the edge of the bed, she embraced him from behind. "You're awake? Why don't you sleep a bit longer?" Her voice was hoarse from the intense cries of the previous night. The first time they had been intimate was when Justin was drunk. Last night, he was completely sober. Just this fact alone made her overjoyed. Justin, with an emotionless face, said, "There's still work at the company. I have to go and deal with it." His indifference made Karen's body stiffen for a moment. After buttoning the last button, Justin brushed off her hand and stood up. "Rest well. I'm leavi

Samantha angrily drove away from Chelsea Creek.   Her hands gripping the steering wheel trembled with anger.   She had never been so furious in her entire life.   She parked the car by the roadside, went to the pharmacy to buy a contraceptive pill, and returned home to wash herself from head to toe, inside and out.   To dispel the frustration in her heart, she immersed herself in work, and within a day, she completed the design drafts for Ellena.   Looking at the drafts, she smiled satisfied, and called Ellena.   "Miss Ellena, the initial drafts are ready. When do you have time? I can bring them over for you to review."   Excitement resonated in Ellena's voice on the other end.   "Already finished? How about we meet at Chelsea Creek? Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock?"   "..." Samantha's face stiff

Samantha couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at Suzy. In a place where Ellena couldn't see, Suzy gave her a triumphant look. Samantha's blood ran cold. She angrily slammed the design drafts onto the table and questioned loudly, "Suzy, you plagiarized my design!" Suzy deliberately put on an innocent expression, pretending to be wronged, "Samantha, what are you talking about? How could I plagiarize your design?" Saying that, she casually picked up both design drafts and glanced at them. Then, with a surprised look, she widened her eyes, "Oh, Samantha, why is your design exactly the same as mine?" Flames of anger burned within Samantha. She picked up the coffee on the table and poured it unmercifully onto Suzy's face. Suzy didn't dodge; she closed her eyes and endured it. The black coffee instantly stained her white clothes with small fl

Ethan didn't let the matter rest and continued, "Mother should know that I hate being deceived and played for a fool, especially when someone is scheming behind my back doing things that shouldn't see the light of day." Anna's face turned pale. Her body trembled with anger. Ethan continued, "You have half an hour to suppress public opinion. You should know that if I take action, you won't be able to bear the consequences." Anna gritted her teeth and asked, "What kind of love potion did Samantha give you to make you infatuated with her like this?" Ethan raised his lips, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. His low and sinister voice echoed, "I'm not interested in her. I just don't like being manipulated." Seeing him deny, Anna still didn't believe it, suspiciously looking at him, "Do you really not like her?" She knew her son well. He had always disdained lying

Samantha leaned against the back of the chair. At first, everything seemed normal. However, as the drip rate increased, she suddenly felt her stomach churning, nauseated, and on the verge of vomiting. Noticing her face, which had just gained a rosy hue, turning pale again, and her forehead covered in tiny beads of sweat, Ethan immediately asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?" Samantha didn't want to bother with him, so she forcefully suppressed the nausea and shook her head. Ethan's eyes turned ice-cold in an instant. "If you want your daughter to become an orphan, then keep acting tough." Thinking of Charlotte and Alexander, and thinking of the internal traitor beside her, Samantha's blood turned cold, as if soaking in icy water. Ethan was right. Her life was not important. But she absolutely couldn't let Charlot