Semua Bab CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery: Bab 1941 - Bab 1950

It wasn’t just Stanley’s opinion—everyone thought the same thing. In fact, the workers often talked about it among themselves. “Miss Vera is already so capable at such a young age. Give her a few more years, and with more experience, she might even surpass her father.” Just as Vera was about to send Stanley back to work, a thought crossed her mind. “Uncle Stanley, how do you and the others usually handle lunch? Do you bring food from home?” “Some of us do, but others just grab food from nearby places. We’re laborers—doesn’t really matter what we eat.” “I see. Alright, you can head back to work.” A plan was already forming in Vera’s mind. Her employees were working hard, and as their employer, she needed to take care of them, too. Providing free lunch could be a great work benefit. Of course, the factory wasn’t financially strong enough to build an in-house cafeteria. She didn’t have the budget for that, nor was it necessary. Instead, she could strike a

A mocking smirk played at the corner of Caleb’s lips. Simon’s expression turned ugly, but for Luna, it was downright humiliating. She still remembered how Caleb used to chase after her, so desperate, so pathetic—yet now, he carried himself like he was above everything. The shift in power was something Luna could not accept. “Caleb, maybe think before you speak—and show a little respect while you’re at it. When did I ever try to make myself feel important?” Her expression was dark with irritation. Simon immediately stepped in to defend her. “Caleb, you’re just bitter. Sour grapes, huh? Funny coming from you—weren’t you the one running after Luna like a damn stray dog?” His words were sharp as a knife, hitting Caleb where it hurt the most. And the worst part? Simon wasn’t wrong. There was a time when Caleb really had been that pathetic, orbiting around Luna, showering her with affection—and for what? How did that turn out for him? He had proposed to

Besides, what Caleb had with Vera was nothing more than an act—a role they were playing. She wasn’t really his girlfriend. “So, you two still haven’t made it official?” Hunter smirked. “Come on, you’ve already introduced her to us. What’s there to be embarrassed about? She’s a great match for you.” Hunter had teased him before, but in all honesty, he thought Caleb settling down wouldn’t be a bad thing. Caleb was always too busy with work, constantly surrounded by gossip and rumors—having someone by his side wouldn’t be a bad thing. But Caleb didn’t respond. Hunter, never one to let things go, plopped down next to him on the couch. “I know exactly what’s going on in your head right now. But seriously, Caleb, what’s the point of clinging to someone who doesn’t love you? You’re just wasting your life away. One day, you’re gonna wake up and realize you let it all slip through your fingers.” Then, Hunter added pointedly, “Think about Wilfred.” At the mention of Wilfr

If she could get this man to stay, then it wouldn’t be a loss for her either.Hunter let out a low chuckle. “Everyone who comes to this club is rich and powerful. If you really want to latch onto someone, you could just step outside and grab the first guy you see. But I’m not some savior—I don’t have the kind of bleeding heart that goes around helping random people.” But the woman refused to let go, clinging to him desperately. Hunter’s patience wore thin, his expression turning cold. It was only now that he actually took a good look at her.She was wearing a black, deep-V gown, and she was thin… almost too thin. But she was pale, almost unnaturally so. Hunter’s brows furrowed. Without warning, he grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her to tilt her head up. Their gazes locked. Her small, delicate face was framed by loose strands of hair, and her wide eyes were filled with an unmistakable haze. “Don’t try to act pitiful in front of me.” Hunter shoved her away

The women who entered the room varied in appearance, each dressed in their own unique style. But without exception, their eyes were filled with desire. Liam barely gave them a glance before losing interest. He had seen far too many women like this—the whole thing was tedious, uninspiring. Lifting his gaze lazily, he looked at the bar manager. “This is the ‘fresh batch’ you were talking about?” The manager’s heart tightened instantly. Liam was one of his best VIP clients—the last thing he needed was to screw this up. He forced a smile and asked carefully, “Is there something you’re not satisfied with, Mr. Hall?” A slow smirk curled at the corner of Liam’s lips. Then, without warning, he grabbed a glass of whiskey from the table and flung it straight at the manager’s face. His gaze turned icy cold. “Do you take me for a fool? You think you can brush me off with this kind of ‘merchandise’?” The bar manager froze for a second before snapping back to real