Lahat ng Kabanata ng Obsessed With You: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

"Right, but the god-like guy gave me a threatening look, so I didn't dare to bring it up," Judy Green mentioned Ferguson Kennedy, sounding a bit scared on the other end of the phone.Doreen Pulitzer knew that Ferguson Kennedy was protecting her, afraid that mentioning the photos would trigger another uncomfortable reaction."I received a local express delivery this morning. I don't know if you've seen the envelope, but I don't recognize the sender..." Doreen Pulitzer held back her physical reaction and recounted the entire process.Judy Green had already taken the photos and the delivery envelope to the forensics department for examination and immediately verified the identity and address of the sender.Unfortunately, there was no such person, and the address was fake.The sender used a self-service parcel locker, and oddly enough, the built-in surveillance camera on the locker was broken, capturing no useful footage.Just thinking about the scenes in the two photos made Doreen P

Ferguson Kennedy didn't wait for Frank to finish speaking and hung up the phone directly.He called Atwood Keynes, instructing him to head to Building 7 immediately.Driving at breakneck speed, he ran several red lights, causing a few traffic police on duty to chase after him. The police cars couldn't even catch a glimpse of his taillights, and they eventually followed him to No. 1 Courtyard, where they were stopped by the security guard at the gate.Fuming, the police officer demanded to know who the driver was, ready to go in and make an arrest.The security guard looked a bit helpless, "It's the Second Young Master's car."The officer yanked off his hat, "Which Second Young Master?! Give me a name! Don't think you're untouchable just because you live in No. 1 Courtyard! Even a prince is subject to the law like any commoner!!"The guard replied, "Young Master, Ferguson Kennedy."The officer: "..."His fiery temper instantly cooled down. To save face, he muttered a few curses

Words, though intangible, cut deep into Doreen Pulitzer, leaving her wounded and bleeding.In her memory, Shirley Graham had disappeared countless times, either to avoid gambling debts or to indulge in affairs with men. They rarely argued face-to-face because Doreen Pulitzer was accustomed to suppressing her feelings.Her expectations for Shirley Graham were simple—stay healthy, stop gambling, and take good care of Chen Munan. Over a month ago, Shirley Graham, in tears, promised she would never gamble again and would do her best to hold together their already fragmented family.But it hadn't even been that long, and Shirley Graham was once again in debt, insisting that 300,000 wasn't much at all.Doreen Pulitzer thought, if life is about repaying debts, then she must have owed Shirley Graham a great deal in her past life. If flesh and blood could be traded by weight, she would willingly sell her own to repay the debt of being raised by Shirley Graham.No, she had already done that

"Miss Chen..."Old Liu, unaware of Doreen Pulitzer's physical condition, dared not rush forward recklessly but couldn't just stand by and do nothing. He could only stand a few steps down, feeling anxious.Doreen Pulitzer clutched the handrail at the top of the stairs, repeatedly swallowing to suppress the urge to vomit."...Master Liu, could you get me a glass of water, please?""Alright, alright!"Old Liu, in a hurry, wanted to go upstairs but then decided to go downstairs to get a cup of water from Sylvia Hazlitt at the counter. Sylvia Hazlitt, still in shock, was squatting inside, cleaning up the mess, and didn't hear Old Liu clearly. Old Liu went in himself, grabbed a clean milk tea cup, and filled it with some lukewarm water.When he ran back upstairs, Doreen Pulitzer was sitting on the steps, holding a few pills she had in her bag. She took the pills with the water.Old Liu, concerned, said, "Miss Chen, why don't I take you to the hospital?""No need."Doreen Pulitzer fo

Doreen Pulitzer's expression was indifferent, her clear black and white eyes covered with a thin layer of frost. Ferguson Kennedy had no idea where her words came from, nor did he care to pursue it; he simply assumed that her bad mood stemmed from her physical discomfort."Come over for dinner." He lifted his chin slightly, indicating for Doreen Pulitzer to sit on the chair across the glass table. Indeed, Doreen Pulitzer felt unwell, her stomach cramping and nerves taut, leaving her with no appetite at all. She didn't sit down but stood two steps away from Ferguson Kennedy, their gazes locked in a silent standoff.Ferguson Kennedy raised his almond-shaped eyes, leaned forward, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Doreen Pulitzer was immediately enveloped by his embrace. An unruly hand hooked onto the zipper of her down jacket. She took a breath; everyone has different sensitive spots, and Ferguson Kennedy was well-versed in hers, knowing exactly how to quickly ig