All Chapters of Live Flesh: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Juliet Wagner had been in the fitting room for nearly half an hour.Morgan Byron had already smoked two cigars, his lips feeling a bit numb from the constant puffing.Finally, with the tinkling sound of wind chimes, Juliet Wagner emerged from the fitting room.She had to hold up the hem of her dress, with two people supporting it from behind, just to manage walking.Seeing Morgan Byron, she stopped.Because she simply couldn't move any further.The store clerks around her began to praise mindlessly: "So beautiful, so pretty, this wedding dress is truly one of a kind!"Their chatter was relentless, but they forgot that they were praising the wrong person; Juliet Wagner wasn't the main character.Annoyed, she asked the clerks to leave the room.At this moment, Morgan Byron's gaze was fixed on her.She knew it wasn't because of her beauty or the beauty of the dress.It was because he saw through the dress to the image of Helena Byron, whom he had been thinking about day and nig

Juliet Wagner woke up the next morning, only to find that Morgan Byron had already left. She was a light sleeper; even the slightest noise could wake her up no matter how deeply she slept. But this time, she hadn't noticed at all when Morgan Byron left.She got up and washed, staring at the mirror, where she saw the marks on her neck and chest, suddenly lost in thought. The seduction had worked, and Morgan Byron still found her body appealing. This was a good thing. Last night, during their passionate encounter, she seemed to have enjoyed it as well. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not.Just as she finished washing up and was in the middle of applying makeup, the doorbell rang. With one eye lined, she peered through the peephole and saw a man in a suit, so impeccably dressed that he almost looked a bit too polished—Morton Norris, Morgan Byron's cousin.After a brief moment of surprise, she opened the door: "Mr. Norris?"Morton Norris gave her a charming smile and handed

Juliet Wagner's workstation was indeed very close to Morgan Byron's office. If the door wasn't closed, Morgan Byron could see Juliet Wagner just by looking up from his seat.Typically, a special secretary's workstation is placed near the CEO for convenience.That's why secretaries are often chosen for their looks; otherwise, spending over ten hours out of twenty-four with someone who isn't pleasant to look at can be quite grating.Nina and the others brought in tea and stood nervously beside Senior Mrs. Byron.Senior Mrs. Byron, being very approachable, smiled and said, "You all go about your business, don't worry about me.""Then, Madam, please sit down. If you need anything, just let us know.""It's fine, it's fine. You all go on."Nina and the others left, and Senior Mrs. Byron, feeling rather bored, sat at Juliet Wagner's workstation, casually examining her desk.The desk was neatly organized, with a small potted plant and a model of a snow-capped mountain on it.Rememberi

While speaking, Juliet Wagner was taking off her earrings, knowing full well she didn't have the capability. It was Senior Mrs. Byron who overestimated her, or perhaps, was putting pressure on her.Juliet Wagner rarely saw Morgan Byron as angry as he was today; it was rare for him to be so harsh with anyone.She didn't know why Morgan Byron was so angry, but she knew there must be some conflict between them that others were unaware of.Given her lowly position and inability to even influence Senior Mrs. Byron, how could she possibly persuade him?So, she didn't plan to say anything."Stop taking them off," Morgan Byron suddenly said. "You look good wearing them."Juliet Wagner paused, but her hands continued to fiddle with the earrings."My mother can afford a pair of earrings," Morgan Byron held her hand, stopping her. "To think a pair of earrings could buy me off—she's really going backwards. You keep them on.""But such expensive earrings don't suit me.""There's no such th

Morgan Byron was a generous boss; he didn't make things difficult for Juliet Wagner and even later let her sleep in the entire office. She really couldn't fall asleep, so she got up and stole a Brazilian cigar from Morgan Byron's desk, clipped off the end with a cigar cutter, and sat in his executive chair, lighting the cigar and taking a deep puff.She remembered the first time she tried a cigar, she coughed uncontrollably. Now, she could fully enjoy the exquisite taste that cigars brought to her. Some people say that after smoking a cigar, their tongue goes numb, but it's precisely this tingling sensation that they seek.She held the cigar between her lips, nestled in the chair, and through the gap in the smoke, she looked out the window, spotting Morgan Byron's figure in the garden below. Actually, the floor was quite high, on the 19th level, where one step down felt like hell and one step up led to the rooftop. From this height, it was hard to see people clearly on the ground, bu