All Chapters of Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sydney was so sleepy she could hardly keep her eyes open. All she wanted was to drag herself home, rinse off in a quick shower, and collapse into bed until the world turned upside down.But life rarely went her way. Or rather, Julian rarely let her have her way.She had barely taken a few steps when a car horn blared behind her, jolting her into a shiver. She turned and saw the rear window sliding down. Julian's cold, forbidding face greeted her. His brow bone jutted sharply, his deep-set eyes severe, carrying a natural air of distance.Her drunken haze cleared a little. "What is it, Mr. Sterling?"A deep red scarf hung loosely around her neck, leaving a slender stretch of porcelain skin exposed. A streetlamp glowed directly overhead, making her delicate features look even more flawless, as if her skin would bruise at the faintest touch.At work, she usually tied her black hair up in a casual bun. Now it fell loose over her shoulders like wet silk, gleaming beneath the light. From

"It looks like you're eager to pick up the trash I threw away." Sydney's voice was light, almost lazy.She glanced at the pile of imported snacks Penelope had brought, then turned to the nurses. "Not wasting food is one of our fine traditions. Go ahead—eat, drink, don't let it go to waste."With that, she shoved her hands into her coat pockets and walked off.Back in her office, she picked up her phone and saw a message Charlotte had sent two hours earlier.Charlotte: [Syd, do you have time to grab lunch?]She checked the clock. It was already past one. She typed back honestly.Sydney: [I just finished, only saw your message now.]Before she could draft a second text to suggest postponing, Charlotte's reply came instantly.Charlotte: [No worries, I'm right near your clinic anyway. Let's eat together.]Sydney could already guess Charlotte's intentions. Maybe it was better to lay things on the table. She grabbed her bag and headed to the cafe they had agreed on.At this hour, t

As soon as Sydney stepped out of the elevator, she saw a beautifully wrapped gift box waiting at her door.On the top, written in clear letters: [For Sydney]She carried it inside, opened it, and found an exquisitely tailored haute couture evening gown. It was Caleb's doing. It was perfect for the charity auction. He wanted her to attend, so he provided the dress. It was reasonable enough.Without hesitation, Sydney washed up, applied light makeup, and changed into the gown before heading downstairs.A sleek black Maybach waited at the entrance of her building.Caleb leaned against the car, and when his gaze landed on her, awe flickered in his eyes. He did not hold back his praise. "This gown looks incredible on you."He stepped forward and opened the car door like a gentleman.Sydney slipped inside. The gown had a high slit, and as she sat, a stretch of pale skin showed beneath the hem, so bright it almost dazzled the eyes. Caleb's throat tightened."Are you cold?" His voice w

That pent-up humiliation in Penelope's chest curdled instantly into hatred. If not for this bitch, she would have married Caleb long ago without a single hitch.Throughout the evening, Sydney hardly lifted her head. She had never cared for these kinds of occasions, yet she carried herself with effortless composure. When someone approached, she greeted them with a polite smile and a few well-chosen words. When no one did, she scrolled through her phone, idly flipping through the auction catalog.Before long, the auctioneer stepped onto the stage, and the event officially began. The first item was a Victorian-era painting, prized as a collectible, with a starting bid of 2 million dollars.Penelope's heart itched. A piece like this could be resold for a hefty profit. Just as she leaned toward Caleb to whisper, she caught him lowering his gaze to Sydney instead."Do you like it?" he asked.Truthfully, Sydney could not care less. But when she noticed the eager gleam in Penelope's eyes,

With the last shred of consciousness, Sydney managed to slide the thin silver needle beneath her skin.When she woke again, she was lying on a hotel bed. Her limbs felt heavy and useless, yet the room was empty, silent. There was no one else in sight. She did not have time to think. Instinctively, she grabbed her phone and dialed the one number etched into her memory.The call barely connected when the door opened.Victor sauntered in with a lewd grin. He blinked in mild surprise to see her awake. "Well, well. Not bad. Must be nice to be a doctor. That dose would have knocked anyone else out for hours, and here you are, up in ten minutes?"Sydney knew it was thanks to the needle that had slowed the drug's effects. Still, the dosage was far too strong. She had no strength to run, no chance to fight. Whoever had planned this had intended to leave her no escape.Hiding her trembling hands beneath the quilt, she glared at him. "Victor! What the hell do you think you're doing?!""What