Semua Bab Obsessed With You: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Li Damin first found Brady Rutherford and gave him a good scolding. Then, the two of them sat in the office, racking their brains to figure out where they had gone wrong, which had angered that particular gentleman.Mingyue had long wanted to get close to Li Damin. Seeing him deign to visit, she quickly brewed a pot of fine tea and knocked on his door. "President Li, what brings you here today?"She approached, pinching her voice, and then threw a flirtatious glance at Li Damin. Li Damin, who was already looking for someone to vent his frustration on, saw Mingyue with heavy makeup—her eyeshadow as bright as a light bulb, her lips red as blood. His face darkened. "Who told you to put on such heavy makeup!"Mingyue shivered, pouting and lowering her eyes, tears welling up. In truth, Li Damin usually enjoyed Mingyue's type, but with a sword hanging over his head, at this age, position and money were more important than women. Moreover, Mingyue's intentions were almost written all over

The man's face was half-lit and half-shadowed under the lamplight, his skin as white as snow, and his tall, slender figure made even the casual pose of having one hand in his pocket look like a picture from a magazine."Who is it?"Judy Green and Sylvia Hazlitt also peeked out to see.Beautiful moments are always fleeting. Doreen Pulitzer had already picked up her bag, "I'm leaving first."Tonight, she harbored a rebellious spirit, deliberately ignoring Ferguson Kennedy's calls and switching her phone to airplane mode. She just didn't want him to find her!But no matter how much she didn't want to, he still found her.After all, he was Ferguson Kennedy, the second young master of the Han family, the center of attention, and seemingly omnipotent!Doreen Pulitzer walked out of the store, not even glancing at the man, and circled around him, directly slipping into the back seat.She slammed the door shut and said to the person in the driver's seat, "Drive!"Frank: "..."Ferguson

In Doreen Pulitzer's mind, their relationship began in absurdity, entangled by money and desire, not even qualifying as a proper romance!To put it nicely, it was merely a case of male and female pleasure. But why would he bother with such effort?!After changing her clothes, Doreen Pulitzer went downstairs, taking light and heavy steps, so engrossed that she didn't even hear the servant calling her for breakfast. She walked straight out the door.She disliked this feeling.Analyzing Ferguson Kennedy's behavior on a superficial level, one could call it pampering.However, being pampered by a man whom she did not love but had to rely on felt like a sudden downpour of sticky rain on a clear, dry day. The dampness clung to her, seeping through no matter if she held an umbrella or sought shelter indoors.Doreen Pulitzer wished their relationship could be simpler, devoid of any romantic entanglements.It would be best if they could cut ties easily.When Ferguson Kennedy grew tired,

### VIP Lounge —Vivien Wat was throwing things towards the door while crying, "What are you looking at? Get out—!"The manager, trembling with fear, closed the door from the outside, blocking off the onlookers.Sitting on the bed, hugging herself, Vivien Wat felt a surge of resentment and humiliation building up into a desire for revenge. She had seen the bite mark on Ferguson Kennedy's earlobe; it must have been left by that woman Ferguson Kennedy had embraced!Why her! No! She would definitely get Ferguson Kennedy! No one else could touch him! She would find that woman and tear her apart!—After work, Doreen Pulitzer returned to her apartment to change clothes. Just as she stepped out of the residential area, she saw a black Maybach parked by the roadside. Pretending not to notice, she walked toward the bus stop. The Maybach followed her, maintaining a steady distance. Finally, it brazenly stopped in front of the bus stop sign. The buses behind were honking non-stop, but the

Doreen Pulitzer's hands, holding the groceries, involuntarily loosened.*Ping*, the elevator door opened again.Chen Munan stepped out, "Sis? Why are you standing here?""...Nothing, let's go in.""Oh."Chen Munan took the items from her, wanting to say something but held back. When he entered the community earlier, he had just seen a black Maybach driving out. This car had appeared at the school gate before, picking up Jeff Boswell, and the license plate was exactly the same.It was Saturday, and Chen Munan was off from school. Shirley Graham, anticipating that Doreen Pulitzer would return, had prepared by washing and cutting the vegetables and meat, ready to cook as soon as the two children came in. Seeing what Doreen Pulitzer had bought, she cheerfully added two more hot dishes while commenting on the expense.Since returning from the small hotel, Shirley Graham had changed a lot. She no longer gambled or went out aimlessly; instead, she stayed home, watched TV, and occasiona