All Chapters of Obsessed With You: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"Think about your status, what right do you have to make a fuss with me?" One sentence made Doreen Pulitzer completely lose control. "My status?" She turned around, the light from the corridor outside casting a glow behind her, her face shrouded in shadows, but her eyes, black and white distinct, shone like cold stars. "I remember now," Doreen Pulitzer curled her lips into a smile, "Second Young Master, you paid for me, you are my master. Now, my mother has taken another million from you. So, by this calculation, you should be the master of my entire family!"Her words shattered the previous notion of "giving it a try," as if she was dragging them back into the vile relationship of a patron and a plaything.Ferguson Kennedy gripped Doreen Pulitzer's wrist, his grip tightening unconsciously. The delicate bones in her wrist felt as if they might snap under the heat of his palm.Doreen Pulitzer, in a fit of rage, instinctively resisted. Before her mind could even react, she had a

Inside, Doreen Pulitzer was curled up in a single sofa by the bed, engrossed in a book. She needed to keep herself busy to avoid being overwhelmed by negative emotions. The knocking on the door persisted, followed by an attempt to turn the doorknob, but it didn't budge. Even though she couldn't see Ferguson Kennedy's expression through the door, she could easily imagine his frustrated and helpless look.She glanced at the page, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Although she was reading a professional book on architecture, which wasn't particularly amusing, the situation outside was quite comical.Outside,Ferguson Kennedy felt a surge of anger stuck in his chest, neither rising nor falling. In his over twenty years of life, no one had ever given him the cold shoulder like this. He had the urge to break down the door. Taking two steps back, he lifted his long, straight leg, but Atwood Keynes's words, "Give her some space," echoed in his ears like a mantra. He took a deep breath, gri

Mr. Liu played a trick by moving the trash can from the hallway and wedging it between the elevator doors, creating the appearance of it being occupied. After seeing Vivien Wat and his group leave the building through the corridor window, he removed the trash can and fetched Chen Munan.Doreen Pulitzer was waiting in the back seat. When Chen Munan got in the car, she asked, "Where's Little Bean?""At home, watching cartoons with Aunt Zhang."Doreen Pulitzer nodded and then instructed Mr. Liu to drive to the city center. They went to a famous underground food market, where stalls were packed with famous dishes from all over the country. The place was bustling with people, lively music playing in the background.However, Mr. Liu, fearing any mishaps, brought along bodyguards, and the high-profile siblings, Doreen Pulitzer and Chen Munan, quickly drew a small crowd. Feeling uncomfortable and worried that Chen Munan might not be used to it, Doreen Pulitzer took him around, buying all t

Doreen Pulitzer forwarded Hilary Zacharias's address to Master Liu, and by the time she arrived, it was around ten in the morning. Hilary Zacharias, wearing a fluffy hat, stood at the entrance of the residential complex, looking around.When the car stopped in front of her, Doreen Pulitzer rolled down the window and called her over. Only then did Hilary Zacharias recognize that this was the convoy picking her up! Ever since Doreen Pulitzer received the terrifying photos from the kidnappers, her travel arrangements had become strictly regulated: she would sit in a business van, flanked by two SUVs with bodyguards for protection.Hilary Zacharias got into the back seat, took a look around, and whispered excitedly in Doreen Pulitzer's ear, "Sister Muxi, Second Young Master is really good to you! This is the first time I've ever ridden in such an expensive car!"Doreen Pulitzer curved her lips into a smile.The two chatted all the way to the hotel. The hotel wasn't too fancy, just a th

Doreen Pulitzer hadn't seen Jeff Boswell in a long time. Just hearing the hoarse, adolescent voice, she didn't recognize him at all.Turning around, she saw a young man in a trendy outfit with a black base and colorful prints, a shiny diamond earring in his left ear. Under his jet-black bangs, his eyes were filled with wariness and slight anger, which quickly turned to surprise and unease upon recognizing Doreen Pulitzer's face."I came to help Ferguson Kennedy pick up some things."Doreen Pulitzer briefly explained her purpose and went upstairs.When she came back down, she had an additional file folder in hand. Jeff Boswell was lounging on the sofa, his legs propped up on the coffee table, engrossed in a video game.There was no need for further conversation. It wasn't because of any past grievances; Doreen Pulitzer wasn't petty enough to hold a grudge against an immature child. They were simply not familiar with each other.Changing her shoes and opening the door, half of Dore