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That night, I had left in such a rush that I forgot to bring any jewelry. After paying rent, my savings were nearly gone within two weeks. Then, I saw the news. Jordan Corp was offering a reward of thirty million dollars for anyone who found the missing Mrs. Jordan. They were even offering a hundred thousand for useful leads. I teamed up with a girl from my neighborhood and made her provide leads to Jordan Corp. After dragging the game out with Clayton for a while, I managed to pull half a million out of Jordan Corp. The truth could not stay hidden forever.

My chest hurt so bad I could barely breathe. Before we came, the police had already checked Wade—a drunk, gambler. He bought a little girl because he couldn't have kids. His wife? Driven off years ago. Before this, I kept wondering how she was living. When I saw her on the ridge, she looked fine. I'd quietly let out a breath. Now, seeing those marks, my chest twisted. I rushed at Wade and slapped him as hard as I could. "Just wait. This isn't over."

On one of the tree branches there, he was hanging. "Sorry! I can't do backflips!" He shouted at me. What the heck is this guy?

Just as Adeline was about to say that he was at work and was not here, he heard a deep and intoxicating voice. I've finished the update of 10,000 characters today. Thank you for your little fairy's support. Love you, huh?

"Twelve billion dollars in ten minutes, Adrian? We haven't even drafted the prenuptial parameters yet." Adrian slowly slipped his phone back into his pocket, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a terrifyingly beautiful, possessive finality. He didn't care about the market surge. He didn't care about the global headlines or the twelve billion dollars. He only cared about the soft, warm hand resting securely in his palm.

I met his gaze calmly and said, "I'm not making a scene. I'm serious." His face twisted with anger. "Fine. If you're so set on it, then throw them all away. I don't take back what I've given." Then he turned his back to me and went on shoveling soil, as if I were nothing more than a passing breeze. I pressed my lips together, saying nothing. There was no point in continuing this conversation. My eyes lingered on him for a moment. He was tall and striking, standing nearly six foot three, every inch the guy who drew countless stares wherever he went. He had always carried himself with quiet confidence and taste, effortlessly charming to others.

' Next morning, my phone blew up: [I've invited my friends tonight. Ready to apologize?] [If you're sincere, I'll give you another shot. You can still be my wife. I'll keep paying for your mom."] [8 PM. My family house. Don't be late.] *** By the time the clock hit eight, the Fletcher mansion was bursting at the seams. Everyone showed up for the same reason—to watch Jenna crash and burn. Whispers buzzed through the crowd. "Place your bets—what lame excuse is she rolling out tonight to win Mark back?"

“Technically, I can, Kent. I am your grad instructor. For every time you fail to show up in my discussion session, I deduct five points from your attendance score. Your grades will be doomed if you missed the class for more than 8 times. Simple rule, easy math.” “That’s not fair! I have a medical condition, I have, emmm, AGHD.” “You mean ADHD? No, you don’t. Before disease-guilt me, you should at least try to get your excuse straight.” “Yeah, ADHD, whatever. Listen, Miss Irwin, you don’t get it: I MUST have an impeccable GPA. My life is perfect, always have been and always will be. The Hurons won’t tolerate any imperfectness in their lives!”

Just a simple, black-and-white headline. Adrain will be airing live at 10:00AM. It's an invitation and no one knew what to expect, but, they were eager to hear from him or know what he wants to say. Adrain has always been a centre of attention. Still, by 9:45 a.m., the livestream had nearly a million viewers. Inside the auditorium—spare, elegant, filled with clean light—journalists, young professionals, industry veterans, and many more gathered in silence. The air was charged, but reverent. Everyone knew something was different this time.

Ada replied. “Hmm...and how much did you collect?” She asked. “Ten Million Dollar each,” Ada calculated. “So you have thirteen right now?” She asked. “No-it’s Twelve we...didn’t succeed in the last one,” She spoke with sorrow filled eyes. “I hope Eric was the last one,” Peace added. Ada stared at Peace. She was looking out the window. Her face was blank awhile, her eyes were loud, they were filled with things she had to say but something kept her silent.