All Chapters of No Longer Theirs: The One They Can't Replace: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alistair scratched his head, looking puzzled."There's nothing inappropriate about it, Mr. Fulton," George said, glancing in the rearview mirror while driving. "It's rare that Mr. Alistair makes any requests of you, so why not consider it? I mean, as long as you hammer hard enough, you'll break down any wall that a woman is hiding behind."Alistair was still confused.Ezekiel pressed his tongue to his cheek. "Keep talking nonsense in front of my kid, and I'll swing that hammer at your head first to see whether it'll break."George was rendered speechless.Sensing that Ezekiel wasn't keen on the topic, Alistair didn't dare say more. He quietly pulled a piece of chocolate from his pocket and peeled back the wrapper. Just as he was about to take a bite, Ezekiel snatched it away."Didn't I tell you that you have to eat less sugar? Where'd this chocolate come from?"Alistair said honestly, "Winter gave it to me. She also told me to eat less sugar, so she only gave me one piece."Eze

Winter's eyes remained cold and unfazed. She was used to these veiled provocations after five years. Initially, they'd driven her mad and made her cry hysterically. Now, all that was left was a calm, hollow numbness. For all she knew, that narrow hospital bed could've creaked all night from Joshua and Jessica's actions.Joshua, who was usually so particular about his sleep, could endure and make do with anything for the woman he loved.Winter said flatly, "It's pretty urgent. Go in there right now and hand him the phone.""What did you say?" Jessica faltered.Winter smiled coldly. "What's there to be shy about? You've seen every inch of him, haven't you? Go on in—you two can even take a romantic bath together. Thrilling, isn't it?"Jessica bit her lip, feeling angry. "Josh and I share a deep, spiritual connection. We're not as filthy as you make us out to be."Winter laughed. "I don't know about spiritual connections, but I bet his size fits you perfectly."Jessica was so infuri

In the funeral parlor, Steven had the audacity to show up with Ruth and Jessica, his mistress and illegitimate daughter, to pay their respects.Victoria had just passed, yet Steven, being the cold hypocrite he was, couldn't wait to parade his new family everywhere, desecrating Victoria's path to the afterlife. They bullied Winter, a defenseless child, and her mother, a voiceless corpse.In that moment, Winter, dressed in mourning black, stood frozen. Her eyes were bloodshot and shattered, and her lips were bitten until they bled. She watched as the three of them left with smiles on their faces, her bloodstained lips trembling as she tearfully sang a mournful tune lamenting life and death."Leave the underworld through the shadowed gate,See the mist where fate grows thin as slate.A lost soul drifts where the ferryman keeps tide,I pray your footsteps won't be pulled aside.Through seven halls beneath the judges' eyes,We'll cross the ferryman's bridge where sorrow lies.Lift your h

Winter was confused by where this was headed, but her expression remained cool and detached."I heard Winter works at Stroud Group. How is she still so busy?" Evan wrapped an arm around Jasmine's shoulder, his usual easygoing smile in place. "Joshua is the CEO. One word from him, and anything's settled. Why would he let his wife work herself to the bone?""Well, here's something you don't know. Winter has already quit her job at Stroud Group." Jasmine twisted out of his grasp, clearly annoyed that he wasn't as hostile toward Winter as she was. "She's got sky-high ambitions. Countless industry elites and top graduates would kill for a job there, but she's a rare breed."She destroyed her own opportunities. Who knows if she's just too lofty or if she looks down on the privileges our family has given her?"Evan raised an eyebrow and opted out of the conversation. The Stroud family was undeniably matriarchal, and where women dominated, drama was inevitable. He almost felt sorry for Jos

Florence grew anxious. "Win, say something!""Wait, isn't this guy… Elijah Iverson, the boss of Prestige Legal?" Evan, as the chief prosecutor of Jeston's highest procuratorate, knew everyone in the legal world inside out. He sneered, "This Iverson fellow is notorious for his silver tongue and ruthless methods."Many of my subordinates have been burned by him. He once got a murderer's death sentence reduced to life imprisonment!"Jasmine feigned surprise. "Oh? Sounds like he's no saint."Evan put on a concerned act and spoke earnestly. "Winter, how could you get tangled up with a scheming, profit-driven guy like that? He's full of tricks—he probably got close to you for some ulterior motive.""Mrs. Stroud, Mrs. Stroud Senior, could there be a misunderstanding here?" Jessica chimed in softly. "I grew up with Winter. I don't believe she'd do something like this. Besides, the photos might just be misleading. They're not definitive proof that anything improper happened between her and