All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

With his golden hair, Trista Fowler's words carried a hint of playful mischief.I nodded and followed, hearing Ken Sheridan complain ahead, "It's so rare for us to gather, why did you choose such a place, Boss, you're too stingy."Trista Fowler clicked his tongue. "Shut up, can't I just want to eat Thai food? How expensive do you want it to be? My business is just starting out."We got into the car, which rumbled onto the road with a buzz."By the way, little sister, you should be going to university soon, right?" Trista Fowler asked. "Where did you apply?"Leaning back in the leather seat, I glanced at Stan Wallace from the corner of my eye, fidgeting with the backpack on my lap, and named a university.Given my decent grades, I had many options. I had bought a map early on, circled a few points farthest from here, and chose a law school.Stan Wallace never asked about these things. He acted as if he didn't care, unlike the brother who picked me up and dropped me off every day.

Trista Fowler's question was somewhat out of the blue.We didn't have much interaction, and the number of times we had greeted each other could be counted on one hand. I could have chosen not to answer his question.However, because of my relationship with Stan Wallace, I didn't dislike him. Even though he kept prying into my affairs, I wasn't too put off by it; I just found it odd."I don't like it." After confirming that no one else was watching me, I shook my head and replied."You don't like writing so many love letters?" Trista Fowler asked with a smile, raising an eyebrow at me as if teasing a child."Only one letter was from me, and it wasn't a love letter," I answered seriously.For some reason, Trista Fowler chuckled and reached out as if to pat me on the head.Instinctively, I stepped back, and at the same time, Trista Fowler stopped his movement, retracting his hand and patting his chest as if he had been startled:"Almost made a mistake. Good thing your brother didn

Upon hearing Stan Wallace's question, I nearly dropped the glass in my hand.Indeed, nothing could escape Stan Wallace's eyes."I forgot to charge it last night."As the kettle emitted a low, white noise, I slowly took deep breaths, scooping two spoons of honey into the cup. "Living alone, for self-defense."Stan Wallace remained silent for a long time, and I didn't explain further, trying to treat the existence of the knife as a trivial matter.There was a faint sound from the sofa, and Stan Wallace sat down again.I put my backpack into the cabinet with the trash bin, feeling strangely at ease.Handing the honey water to Stan Wallace, I sat on the single sofa next to him, hugging a cushion and greedily looking at him.Stan Wallace tilted his head back, his Adam's apple moving rhythmically, and drank the honey water in one go."Brother, are you feeling unwell?" I asked.A drop of water trickled down the corner of his mouth, which he wiped away with the back of his hand, shak

The commotion at the company entrance quickly led to my being summoned to the department manager's office.Mr. Li, Stan Wallace's immediate superior, was very polite in expressing his concern, but he also made it clear that such family disturbances should not happen again, as they cast a bad light on the company.I blushed with embarrassment, nodding repeatedly and apologizing, worried about how this might affect Stan Wallace.Back at my workstation, Cynthia Gold leaned over and nodded towards Manager Li's office, "Murphy Dewar is visiting General Manager Li again; he's been quite active lately."Murphy Dewar saw himself as a rival to Stan Wallace, always trying to meddle in any project Stan Wallace handled. I had heard some rumors about this."If your brother had a degree, Murphy Dewar wouldn't be fluttering around like a butterfly," Cynthia Gold said, clearly annoyed. "It's a shame that nowadays, people look at degrees and certificates instead of actual ability. Your brother is

The once pristine white sneakers were now stained with filthy water marks, and the phone and knife in my backpack had instantly slid under the sofa.I propped myself up with one hand and turned to see Randolph Wallace limping towards me, unbuttoning his shirt at the same time.A strange, greedy smile spread across his face, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. He looked like a ravenous beast, as if he could tear me apart in the next second.Swallowing hard, I knew fear was useless, so I tried to calm down and think rationally. However, I couldn't control the trembling of my body. As I backed toward the sofa, I spoke to him:"My brother... my brother said he would come today. The neighbors are also home; they will hear me if I scream. You'd better... you'd better leave right now."Randolph Wallace is a man who cares about his reputation, and I hoped that this would make him hesitate.But he just laughed, "I'm your father. So what if the neighbors are here? What can they do if