Eva's hands fluttered in a silent plea as her uncles' voices buzzed around her, a symphony of well-meaning chaos. "Please, not now," she signed desperately, the frustration evident in her furrowed brow. "Uncle Owen, Uncle Axel, I appreciate your concern, but setting me up on a blind date is the last thing I need right now. Dating is nowhere near the top of my priority list."A flicker of disappointment crossed their faces, quickly replaced by understanding. Uncle Owen, the elder of the two, squeezed her shoulder gently. "We understand, Eva," he signed back, his voice warm. "Your career is blossoming, and your focus should be there. We just wanted to see you happy, and sometimes, a little companionship can do wonders."Uncle Axel, ever the optimist, winked at her. "But we won't push it further," he signed, a mischievous glint in his eye. "However, if you ever change your mind, remember, your cool uncles have the inside scoop on the best bachelors in town!"A small smile tugged at Eva's

The world spun for Marian. A searing heat blossomed on her cheek, followed by a throbbing ache that defied logic. It took a moment for her stunned mind to register the source of the pain – a stinging imprint of five fingers on her pale skin. The sound of the slap echoed in the opulent room, a stark counterpoint to the stunned silence that followed. Marian blinked back tears of humiliation, her vision blurring at the edges. Her perfectly manicured hand flew to her cheek, the pristine red a stark contrast to the cool ivory of her expensive pearls. Time seemed to warp and distort; the air crackled with a tension thicker than the plush carpet beneath her feet. This wasn't a mere slap. It was a public declaration of war, a shattering of the facade of civility they'd maintained for so long. And in that stunned daze, Marian realized with a chilling certainty – the gloves were off.What happened? Did Eva slap her just now?The moment Marian came to her senses, she screamed ferociously and ch

The mention of the term "sugar daddy" instantly veered Blake's attention away from the pressing matter at hand.With a sour expression etched on his face, he confrontationally questioned Jayson, "Why do you feel entitled to intervene in a matter that solely involves Eva and me? What connection do you have with her, and why do you believe you have the authority to defend her?"Jayson, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, offered his explanation, his expression unwavering. "I possess the jurisdiction to act because Eva is an esteemed employee of World Group. As the CEO, it is incumbent upon me to safeguard the well-being of all those employed under our organization, regardless of the circumstances."Blake's voice dripped with skepticism as he mocked, "So, you're going to such lengths simply because she happens to be your employee? Do you think I'm foolish enough to buy into that feeble excuse?"Jayson remained unfazed by Blake's dismissive tone. With unwavering confidence, he state

On the second floor of Fwell Bar, Blake and his friends found themselves enjoying the company of each other in a private room. They sipped on their drinks, laughter filling the air as they shared stories and caught up on each other's lives."You are finally free man, bro! You have gotten rid of that bumpkin you married. It calls for celebration. Let's get drunk tonight!"A handsome man was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of wine in one hand and putting the other on Blake's shoulder. He sipped the wine happily.Blake brushed off his hand in disgust. He drank up the wine in his glass with a gloomy face."Stop talking nonsense, Xian!"A dashing man, who had on a pair of golden frame glasses, was sitting on the other side of the sofa. He had on a suit that made him stand out in this chaotic bar. He tut-tutted and shook his head."Don't interrupt me, Charles!" Xian Lee pouted discontentedly. "Did I say anything wrong? Our friend here was imprisoned in that marriage by Eva, who didn't

Baron's complexion drained of all color in an instant, a visible manifestation of his shock.Almost immediately, a pounding headache assaulted him, causing him to grip his head and slump back into his chair. "How is this even possible?" he murmured incredulously.In the midst of his bewilderment, a sharp rap echoed through the meeting room, drawing his attention to the door. Two uniformed policemen strode in, their presence adding an ominous weight to the already tense atmosphere."Excuse us, everyone. Which of you is Baron Silver?"All eyes riveted to the man who was sitting at the head of the table.The policeman moved towards him immediately. "I guess you must be Baron Silver. Please come with us.""No! Why are you arresting me? Let go of me!"Despite Baron's struggles and screams, he was forcibly dragged out of the company premises, the scene reminiscent of a criminal being apprehended. One of the employees, her hand instinctively rising to cover her mouth, whispered in disbelief,