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2,252,868	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2252867}'	No	2024-10-20 20:18	active	1670	❤️😍 click to read on 👉	Myles took a cab back to pack his things. However, just as he was about to open the door, several luxury cars pulled up in front of him. A tall woman with a long pair of legs, who looked to be in her early 20s, stepped out of the Lamborghini. Then, another woman wearing a dress stepped out of a Ferrari. "You must be Myles, right?" the first woman asked. "Yes, I am. What do you want with me?" Myles responded. "My name is Marley Lawson, the heiress of the Lawson family. I'm your fiancée," said Marley. "I'm Cassidy Clarke, the heiress of the Clarke family. I'm also your fiancée." Myles was not surprised at all. These were marriage agreements arranged by his grandfather, and there were actually three in total. "Are you two here to fulfill the marriage agreement?" Myles asked. The two women both smirked sarcastically. "You're just a poor nobody. How could you possibly deserve me? Stop dreaming about things you can't have. I'm here today to break off our engagement." "I'm here to break it off too. "Alright, I agree. " Myles said. I had no interest in women who valued wealth over everything else. Just as Myles was about to leave, another convoy of luxury cars roared onto the scene. A woman stepped out of the sports car in the middle. She was tall, with fair skin and long, glossy black hair that cascaded naturally down her back. "Take it," Myles said, tossing the last marriage agreement to her before she could speak. The woman looked at the marriage agreement with surprise. "Why are you giving me the marriage agreement?" "You're all here to break off the engagement, right? Take the papers and leave." "I'm here to fulfill our marriage agreement," the woman said confidently. "What?" Myles was stunned. "Are you sure? I'm just a poor nobody. " Myles was genuinely surprised. Although he did not know the exact identity of the woman in front of him, she was undoubtedly another wealthy heiress. "This marriage was arranged by my grandfather, and I trust that he wouldn't go out of his way to harm me." "Do you really want to marry me?" Myles asked, still in disbelief. "Of course. I wouldn't joke about something as important as marriage" Remi answered firmly. "Interesting," Myles said to himself, feeling a spark of curiosity about this woman.	LEARN_MORE	https://huncnapp.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=1418	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	818	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	huncnapp.com	DCO	More Free Content👉	https://huncnapp.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=14188&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460006436_1276454620156508_7107704005989289920_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=vi-dn6RfHHoQ7kNvgF-E981&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AmIDRQabusyqGqO-mmjPNaT&oh=00_AYDHt-KTBEUZTK-oqr3ft_DjRn6E99B4elslYDO87z-Fog&oe=671B5B70	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,253,224	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2253217}'	Yes	2024-10-20 20:23	active	1670	🔥🔥👉Click to read the remaining chapters for free🔥🔥	Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you think a peasant like you is worthy of marrying any of our daughters!" Amidst the insults and mockery, an icy voice rings out. "Since all five of you are annuling your marriage contracts with him, I, Mavis Jefferson, shall accept it." Timothy looks in her direction, and his heart clenches. It's her! Chapter 1 The bed was comfortable. It felt much better than the shabby wooden bed in the mountain. The pillow cushioned the head snugly, and the bolster was incredibly soft. Seriously, it was just like a woman's body… Timothy Yeager sighed contentedly with his eyes closed and squeezed the bolster. Suddenly, his heart dropped to his stomach! Something was wrong—the sensation felt off to him. The next moment, he heard a woman's soft moan. Timothy's drowsy eyes snapped open, and he sat up abruptly. When he saw the scene in front of him, he froze. On the big bed in the five-star hotel suite, a woman with a curvy figure was lying right next to him. Her body was stunningly beautiful. Her gorgeous side profile could make one wonder if she were a perfect specimen that the creator personally crafted. She was facing away from Timothy, completely naked. Her skin was flawless and smooth. Timothy winced as he looked at the woman in bewilderment. What was going on? How did a woman end up in his bed? The alcohol from last night made his head throb. He massaged his temples and slapped his forehead, recalling what had happened. He was back in Lormford City—his hometown! The day before, he had bid farewell to his mentor, Remy Franklin, and returned alone. He had arrived in Lormford City at night and decided to book a hotel suite near the airport to spend the night, intending to go home the next day. Timothy felt bored at night, so he went to a bar for a drink. After that, he got heavily intoxicated. The last thing he remembered was a stunningly beautiful woman coming to his booth drunkenly and toasting him. The haze in his mind cleared instantly. He looked again at the beautiful woman lying beside him with a complicated expression. She was the woman from last night. Timothy cursed and felt like slapping himself silly. He had descended the mountain to get married. Remy had six candidates lined up for him, and he had to choose one of the six to be his wife. Timothy returned with great anticipation and joy. He hadn't foreseen that something like this would happen. A thought crossed his mind, and Timothy quickly lifted the blanket and looked at the bedsheet. On the pristinely white sheets, there was a glaring dark crimson spot. Timothy's hand froze, and his heart sank further. This was the last thing he wanted. Timothy felt overwhelmed and smiled bitterly. What should he do now? While he wallowed in distress, the woman turned over. Upon getting a clear view of her face, Timothy couldn't help but hold his breath. She was so beautiful that she could make any man submit to her! Timothy had seen his fair share of women, but none had ever made him think they were the epitome of beauty. This woman was the first. She frowned slightly in her sleep, seemingly having an unpleasant dream. Perhaps feeling insecure, she hugged herself. In doing so, her perfect bosom was strategically pressed together for Timothy's eyes to feast on. He gulped hard at this breathtaking sight. The sound of his swallowing could be heard clearly in the extremely quiet room. Mavis Jefferson stirred upon sensing the slight movements next to her. She opened her beautiful doe eyes with a hint of confusion. The first thing she saw was the white and plain ceiling. Then, she saw a somewhat roguish yet handsome face. Timothy and Mavis locked eyes. The atmosphere in the room became palpable. After three seconds of silence, Timothy looked at Mavis with a lopsided grin and said, "Hey, pretty lady. You have great knockers." "Ah!" A loud scream disrupted the silence in the room. Mavis sat up right away, wrapping the blanket around her. She shrank into the corner of the bed and stared at Timothy in horror. "Who are you? How did you get here?" "I should be the one asking those questions. This is my room," Timothy shot back. Mavis was stunned to hear that. Subsequently, a look of confusion appeared on her pretty face. She glanced around, and her face fell slightly—this wasn't her room. Her heart sank. She wondered if she had entered the wrong room in a drunk stupor last night. Almost instinctively, Mavis lifted the blanket and looked underneath it. When she saw that she was stark naked and noticed the trace of blood on the bedsheet, she froze. She looked at Timothy with teary, reddened eyes. In a trembling voice, she asked, "You… Did we have sleep?" Timothy lit a cigarette and smiled. "Are you questioning my ability or your own looks? You climbed into my bed. And when a man and woman are alone in a room, on a bed… You know what happens. I wouldn't be a man if I didn't sleep with you." With tears brimming in her eyes, Mavis threw a pillow at Timothy in despair. "You beast!" "Hey, why are you cursing me? You were the one who got drunk and entered the wrong room. It's not like I forced you—" "Shut up!" Mavis' voice sharply rose by an octave. Her tears fell, sliding down her beautiful face. She felt wronged, angry, and sad. More than anything, she regretted her impulsive actions. She had been too obsessed with finding the genius doctor who could cure her grandfather, Arlo Jefferson, to no avail. If she hadn't been incredibly upset about her fruitless search, she wouldn't have gotten so wasted. And if she hadn't gotten wasted, she wouldn't have been tainted by such a man. Mavis bit her lip as her tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She was the kind of young woman who had everything—good looks and an elite family background. Everyone in Lormford City knew who she was. Many young and talented men admired and pursued her. If they all lined up, the line would stretch for miles. Even so, she didn't fancy any of them. She was waiting for that man. Mavis had held on to her virginity for over 20 years, but this carefree man popped her cherry so thoughtlessly. The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. Her tears just wouldn't stop. She looked at Timothy again. Upon seeing his unshaven face and his cheap, wrinkled clothes, she fell into despair. She scolded herself for letting a lowly man like him have her first time. Timothy exhaled a puff of smoke and said languidly, "Alright, don't be too sad. I'm set to marry someone, but I can still take responsibility for you." "Take responsibility?" Mavis wiped her tears and said coolly, "What makes you think you can take responsibility for me? How are you capable of that?" Timothy stared at her and said seriously, "I have money and power. I have everything you'd ever want." "Not only are you a ruffian who dresses poorly, but you're also one who likes to talk big. You're the type of man that I hate the most!" Mavis retorted mockingly as if she'd heard the biggest joke. Her eyes were full of scorn. "I'm serious—" "Enough! I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you!" Mavis took out three bundles of cash from her bag on the bedside table and threw them at Timothy coldly. "Now, we're even. Please don't bother me anymore." Timothy looked at the three bundles of cash and grimaced. "What do you mean by this?" "Nothing. Consider it as payment." "Do I look like someone who would need three thousand dollars?" Mavis glanced at the cheap clothes Timothy was wearing. "Yes." Without another word, she got up and got dressed. After she was done, she stood by the bed and glared at Timothy silently. Her eyes were filled with hatred that was mixed with a hint of sadness. After a while, she took a deep breath and turned toward the door without looking back. As she reached the door, Timothy spoke up. "I can really take responsibility for last night." Mavis paused and stood still. Chapter 2 However, Mavis only paused for a second before she continued walking out. She said coldly, "There's no need. We're not from the same world." As her words fell, she was gone. Silence quickly enveloped the room. Timothy narrowed his eyes at the three bundles of cash in front of him. After taking the last puff of his cigarette, he couldn't help but laugh. He found it absurd that Mavis had looked down on him. As the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force in Efral, he had thousands of soldiers under his command. Furthermore, he possessed insane medical skills that most people would find unbelievable. Even the Spectral Healer, who was revered throughout Efral, was the least capable of his twelve apprentices. As for his wealth, he wasn't sure how much money he had. His assets across Efral probably totaled up to trillions of dollars. Countless women pursued him. A few days ago, even Efral's Four Greatest Families wanted him to take their granddaughters as his lovers. However, despite his wealth, power, medical skills, and influence, a woman looked down on him and underestimated his worth that day. Not only that, she threw three thousand dollars at him disdainfully. Timothy touched the tip of his nose, feeling amused. Mavis' cold and contemptuous look replayed in his mind again. The next moment, he decided to let it go and not dwell on it. Relationships come and go. There was no point feeling troubled about it unnecessarily. Besides, he still had six potential marriage candidates to meet. Just as he was thinking this, his phone rang. He answered it and heard a respectful voice from a middle-aged man coming through the other end. "Chief, I'm waiting at the entrance of the hotel you're staying in. If you need anything, just say the word." Timothy scratched his head. "Are you from the Sechydra Chamber of Commerce?" "Yes, I am Zack Larson, the president of the Lormford City branch of the Sechydra Chamber of Commerce. I heard from Mr. Franklin that you returned to Lormford City last night, so I came over to wait for you," Zack answered. Timothy said listlessly, "Got it. I'll be down soon." "Alright!" Downstairs, at the entrance to the hotel lobby, a middle-aged man in black hung up the phone. He was Zack Larson, the richest man in Lormford City and the president of the Lormford Chamber of Commerce. The moment he hung up, everyone from the 30 Rolls-Royce cars behind him got out and lined up respectfully. Despite being one of the most influential people in Lormford City, Zack didn't put on airs. Instead, he appeared respectful and nervous. It was because the person he was about to greet was like a god to him. Just then, Mavis walked out of the hotel carrying a messenger bag. Her stunning beauty wasn't the least bit diminished, even though she looked pale and tired. Upon seeing the scene in front of the hotel, she was shocked. She did a double take as she recognized Zack. Of course, with her current status, she wasn't acquainted with him. Nevertheless, she knew who he was since he was the richest man in Lormford City. Mavis was astonished to see Zack standing at the entrance with so many men and cars, seemingly waiting for someone. Who could that person be? A bodyguard wearing a black suit approached her and said, "Please leave. We're clearing out Sterling Hotel for today." Mavis was stunned and asked curiously, "Are you waiting for someone?" "Yes." "Who are you waiting for?" "We cannot disclose this information. Please leave quickly," said the bodyguard sternly. Mavis bit her lip and glanced at the hotel entrance. She wanted to stay and see, but the bodyguard's steely gaze effectively chased her away. Ever so perceptive, she knew that people of this status were not someone she could see just because she wanted to. Left with no choice, she walked toward the parking lot. As she got into her car, her phone rang. Mavis answered and heard her father's panicked voice. "Mavis, why didn't you come home last night? Where are you now?" Patrick Jefferson asked. Mavis bit her lip and fell silent for a moment. She then composed herself and said, "I had to take care of some matters at the company, so I didn't come back." "Hurry home. We received news that the man you're engaged to has returned to Lormford City today," Patrick said. Mavis was startled by the news. "He's back?" "Yes, come back and get yourself freshened up. We're going to meet him. Also, have you managed to find any information about Dr. Luther's whereabouts?" Mavis was crestfallen by the question. "No, Dad. Dr. Luther is said to be an apprentice of the Spectral Healer. A person of his caliber is hard to find. How about we find someone else to treat Grandpa?" Patrick sighed. "I understand. Just come home first." "Okay." Mavis hung up, feeling ambivalent. She had signed a marriage agreement, which stipulated her consent to marry that man years ago. But on the night before his return, she had a one-night stand with another man. This was the most ridiculous turn of events! Mavis sighed and looked into the rearview mirror, hoping to see the man Zack had held in such high regard. Just then, Timothy walked out of the hotel wearing cheap, wrinkled clothes and looking unkempt. Mavis' face darkened at the sight of him. Why did he have to appear right at that moment? "What rotten luck!" she spat and glared at Timothy in the rearview mirror. She instantly lost interest and no longer felt like staying, so she started her car and left. With that, Mavis missed the jaw-dropping scene that unfolded next. If she had stayed a second longer, she would have witnessed something unbelievable. Zack and his entourage knelt on one knee before Timothy! With his tone full of reverence, Zack said loudly, "Greetings, Chief!" Timothy looked at them, and a smile gradually formed on his face. "Alright, there's no need for such formality. Get up." "Yes, Chief!" Zack and his men stood up respectfully. "Please get in the car." Timothy nodded and got into the Rolls-Royce in the center. Zack also got in, acting as the driver for the day. He was the richest man in Lormford City, but he was only fit to be a driver for this man. In the car, Timothy crossed his legs and said smilingly, "Who told you I was back? Was it that old man?" Zack broke into a cold sweat and replied nervously, "Chief, it was… it was Mr. Franklin who informed us. He told us to protect you. You're not angry, are you?" "Protect? Would I need his protection?" Timothy sneered, looking like he couldn't care less. But in his heart, he felt a surge of warmth at Remy's gesture. Although Remy always played tricks on him back on the mountain, he still cared about him. Timothy turned to look out the window at the bustling city. He felt a wave of nostalgia followed by a pensive emotion. The car soon arrived at the suburbs on the western side of the city. Timothy's home was located in an old neighborhood here. The convoy of Rolls-Royces immediately attracted the attention of the locals. The scene was spectacular and caused a stir. Soon, the convoy stopped at an intersection. Timothy's home was further inside, but the cars couldn't go through the narrow alley. Timothy got out and looked around. He then said to Zack, "There's no place to park here. You should go back. I'll contact you if I need anything." Zack nodded respectfully and handed over a new phone. "Chief, this is your private phone. It has my contact information. Feel free to give me any orders." Timothy took the phone and said, "Good job. I'll keep it." Zack was overjoyed and responded excitedly, "Thank you, Chief!" Timothy smiled and walked toward the intersection. With that, Zack and his convoy left. As Timothy walked along the familiar path, a sense of familiarity overwhelmed him. Three years had passed since he last came home. How were his parents? How was his younger sister? He had left home without a word back then. They must have been worried sick. When he spotted his home's small courtyard from a distance, he couldn't help but quicken his pace. Chapter 3 When Timothy finally arrived at the gate, his heart skipped a beat as he looked inside. With just one glance, his expression faltered. The once quaint courtyard had become incredibly dilapidated. It was filled with piles of junk that made it look uninhabitable. As a gust of wind blew past, it added to the desolation. Timothy rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. How could this have happened? Was this really his home? Just then, he heard the sounds of footsteps nearby. Upon turning his head, he saw an elderly couple picking up trash. Both of them were emaciated. They had white hair and faces full of wrinkles. Their clothes were dirty and tattered, covered in patches. The weight of the bag of junk on their backs bent their frail bodies. With every step, they had to stop and rest. Timothy looked at the elderly couple and felt a deep sense of pity. They were so old and still had to pick up trash for a living—it was truly pitiful. He walked up to them, intending to help. As he got closer and saw their faces clearly, he froze on the spot, feeling thunderstruck. At that moment, an indescribable emotion surged within him. His eyes welled up with tears. Unable to hold back, he said in a trembling voice, "Dad, Mom… No way. How could this be?" The elderly couple stopped and slowly lifted their heads to look at Timothy. Upon seeing him, they were so startled that they dropped the trash bags they were carrying on their backs. "T-Timothy?" "Dad, Mom, it's me! Your son!" Tears filled Timothy's eyes as he hugged his parents tightly. The two elders cried as well. They were indeed Timothy's parents—Joseph Yeager and Cora Lambert. Cora clung to Timothy, crying uncontrollably. "My son, you finally came back. I've been looking for you all these years!" Timothy let his tears fall freely. Seeing his parents in such a state filled him with sorrow. "Mom, why are you two picking up trash? I remember you both had jobs." After a while, Timothy let go of them and wiped the tears on their faces. He couldn't understand how his parents ended up in this miserable state. Joseph and Cora exchanged a look full of complicated feelings. Cora's eyes were reddened as she smiled and said, "Let's not talk about this now. Come, let's go home. You must be hungry. I'll cook for you." Timothy's heart couldn't take it, and he almost cried again. As he followed his parents into the small house, his confusion grew. When he left, their house was in good condition, and his parents had stable jobs. Why had everything become so bleak? He had also noticed faint scars on Joseph's body. What on earth had happened? After they got seated at the table, Timothy couldn't hold back anymore. He asked, "Dad, Mom, what happened these years? Why has our family come to such a sorry state?" Joseph's weathered face was full of deep wrinkles. After a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "Timothy, it was all Helen Swift's doing." Timothy was stunned. "Aunt Helen? How is that possible?" Joseph smiled bitterly. "Timothy, you should remember that a few years ago, your Uncle Greg and Aunt Helen came to borrow money to start a business." Timothy nodded. "I remember. You gave them all our savings. I think it was… 20 thousand dollars. Did they ever pay it back?" Joseph shook his head and sighed deeply. "If I had known what kind of person Helen would turn out to be, I wouldn't have lent them a cent." Timothy was puzzled. Joseph explained, "After they became successful, not only did they not repay the money, but they also tried to force us to sell our home to them. "They had heard rumors that this area would be redeveloped and could fetch a large sum of relocation compensation. Your mother and I refused, leading to a fallout with her. To retaliate, Helen made us lose our jobs." At this point, Timothy finally learned the truth behind his family's misfortune. He clenched his fists, his eyes becoming cold. "Aunt Helen is shameless! I've misjudged her." Cora said with a sigh, "Timothy, Helen is now a successful businesswoman. Don't cause trouble with her. We won't be able to compete with her." Timothy felt awfully bitter upon seeing his parents in such dire straits. He had to confront Helen! However, he didn't want his parents to worry, so he nodded and said, "I understand, Mom and Dad. Don't worry. I have a plan." Joseph and Cora looked relieved as they smiled warmly at him. Cora then asked, "Where have you been all these years? When you left without a word, your father and I were worried sick and couldn't sleep all day and night." Her eyes reddened again. They had even thought Timothy was dead. When they finally saw him again after so many years, they couldn't help but feel emotional. Timothy looked at his parents with a deep sense of guilt. "Dad, Mom, I left suddenly back then and didn't have time to tell you anything. I've spent those years on the mountain learning from my mentor. Now that I've finished my training, I'm more than capable of giving you a good life." Joseph smiled. "It's good that you're back. We don't need much. A peaceful life together is more than anything I can ever ask for." Cora added, "That's right, Timothy. You're in your 20s now. The most important thing is to find a good job and get married so that we can have grandchildren." Timothy laughed. "Mom, work can wait. The important thing now is to introduce you to your daughter-in-law." Joseph and Cora were taken aback. Cora asked in surprise, "Do you have a girlfriend?" Timothy shook his head. "No, but my mentor helped me set up a few marriage agreements with a few young women. I need to choose one of them to be my wife. They might visit soon." His parents exchanged a shocked look to learn that Timothy had not one but several marriage prospects. They felt incredibly happy. At their age, their biggest wish was to see their son get married and set up his own family. Cora hurriedly told Joseph, "Dear, hurry and clean up the courtyard. If the young ladies see all this trash, it'll give them a bad impression." Joseph immediately got up to clean the courtyard. However, Timothy held his arm to stop him. He said with a laugh, "Dad, there's no need to clean. They're eager to marry me. They won't mind." Joseph frowned and said seriously, "Timothy, we must be down to earth. Given our situation, why would anyone want to marry you? Let's clean up a bit. We may not be rich, but we can at least show some sincerity." Timothy laughed helplessly, aware that Joseph thought he was boasting. He smiled and said no more. Joseph tidied up the courtyard to the best of his abilities. However, it still looked shabby, especially with the pile of trash in the corner. Cora thought for a moment and said, "Dear, let's change into cleaner clothes. We don't want the young ladies to make any snide comments." Joseph agreed, and they went inside to change. When they emerged, Timothy felt a lump in his throat. The clothes they changed into were wrinkled and worn, albeit cleaner than the previous ones. They were faded and had small holes in the collars and cuffs. Upon noticing his gaze, Cora pulled back her sleeves a little to hide the frayed edges of the cuffs. Her face flushed slightly, and she had an awkward expression on her face. She was worried they might embarrass Timothy. But then, these were the best set of clothes she and Joseph had. She looked at Timothy and said cautiously, "We haven't bought any new clothes over the years. These are the best outfits we have. Is… Is this okay?" Timothy took in all the changes in Cora's expressions. She was his mother, yet she spoke to him with such inferiority. He felt a tingle in his nose, and his eyes stung a little. Timothy was heartbroken. Of course, he understood Cora's concern. She was worried that Timothy would think that they were a disgrace to him. Timothy looked up to force back his tears. He took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Dad, Mom, these clothes are fine. You look great." Joseph and Cora were relieved by his response, and their faces lit up with joyful smiles. They were happy as long as Timothy didn't despise them. The three of them sat in the courtyard and waited. Timothy remained calm, but his parents were nervous. Soon, his ears picked up the sounds of footsteps outside the courtyard. Finally, someone was coming. Chapter 4 At the gate of the small courtyard, several people came into view. Timothy looked over and saw that the person in front was a woman. A few men followed her closely. The woman was tall and slender, with delicate features and an outstanding bearing. She would be a standout beauty in any crowd. However, she wore an exceptionally cold expression on her pretty face. Timothy smiled lightly. It seemed Remy hadn't tricked him. She was indeed a top-notch beauty. Upon entering the courtyard, the woman stood in the center and surveyed her surroundings. Her gaze lingered on the pile of trash in the corner, and she frowned. Joseph and Cora were stunned at the sight of her. They had never expected their daughter-in-law to be so beautiful and elegant. Overjoyed and tongue-tied, Cora exclaimed, "Timothy, is this the young lady you're engaged to? She's so gorgeous! I can't believe my daughter-in-law is so stunning." Joseph was equally pleased. He added, "Good job! You've really brought honor to our family. Finding yourself such an outstanding wife is truly a blessing." Timothy laughed and said, "Dad, Mom, what did I say? I can have any pick when it comes to finding a wife." The tensed wrinkles on Cora's face smoothed out as she beamed with joy. She whispered to Joseph, "Dear, let's get a chair for her to sit on. I'll get her some water." Joseph slapped his forehead while exclaiming, "I almost forgot!" He hurried to fetch a chair while Cora set it down and handed the woman a cup of water, smiling warmly. "You must be tired from standing. Have a seat and drink some water." The woman glanced at Cora with a frigid expression and said nothing. Cora realized the young woman was reluctant to sit on the old wooden chair. She quickly bent down and meticulously wiped it with her sleeve. With a slightly embarrassed smile, she said, "I've cleaned the chair, young lady. You can sit down now." The woman looked down at the chair and then at Cora judgmentally. She then said, "I won't sit on it. It's dirty. And did you call me your daughter-in-law just now? Look at yourself. Are you even worthy?" With that, she slapped the mug from Cora's hand. It fell to the ground and smashed into pieces, spilling water everywhere. With a look of disgust, she said, "Get away from me. You're filthy!" Cora's smile froze as she stared at the broken mug on the ground. The woman then turned her icy gaze to Timothy, her voice devoid of warmth, "Are you Timothy Yeager?" Timothy's smile slowly faded. He looked at the woman and narrowed his eyes. "Yes, what about it?" The woman tossed an annulment request paper at him and said coldly, "Nothing much. I'm here to inform you that our engagement is nullified. The marriage contract is void. I, Isabelle Barton, hereby cancel our engagement." The courtyard fell into dead silence as Isabelle's words echoed in the air. Then, her icy voice broke the silence again. "I can give you five million dollars as compensation. You can collect it from my family. My only demand is that you sign this annulment paper and never mention our engagement to anyone. It's a disgrace to me!" She glanced at Timothy with disdain. She was the eldest young miss of the Barton family, one of the Six Great Families in Lomford City. Meanwhile, he was the son of an elderly couple who picked up trash for a living. They were from two different worlds. How could she be his fiancée and even marry him? That was simply impossible. The annulment paper lay at Timothy's feet. He looked down at the dirtied paper and frowned. An annulment paper? And did she say she was canceling their engagement? Timothy felt a deep sense of irony. This morning, he had been scorned by one woman. Now, one of his fiancées was here to break off their engagement. He felt like a clown at that moment. Joseph and Cora were completely taken aback by this development. They had eagerly awaited their daughter-in-law's first visit, but she came to annul the engagement. After a moment of silence, Cora put on a forced, subservient smile and pleaded, "Young lady, we can talk this over. There's no need to cancel the engagement. I know you come from a wealthy family that is much better than ours, but my son is honest, hardworking—" "Honest? Hardworking?" Isabelle scoffed and cut her off. "That means nothing to me. I don't care about that. What I care about is your family's worth! "Look at your house! Look at yourselves! How dare a trash-picking family dream of marrying someone from the Barton family?" With that, Isabelle rolled her eyes and glanced at Cora with a mocking smile. "How shameless! And how dare you call me your daughter-in-law! Take a look at yourselves. Disgusting!" Isabelle waved her hand in front of her nose as if repelled by a foul odor. Then, she looked at Cora with disdain. "Stay away from me. You reek all over. Your whole family are filthy beggars." Cora's face became flushed for a moment before blanching. Isabelle's words stabbed into her heart like knives. Yet, Cora didn't retaliate. Instead, she continued to smile obsequiously. She said, "You're right, young lady. I am a beggar… but… but my son Timothy is not. He's a good man who's very outstanding… Please give him a chance. Please don't annul the engagement…" As she spoke, her eyes reddened. Isabelle was beautiful and exceptional, but she looked down on them. They were holding their son back. Cora felt a deep pain as tears brimmed in her eyes. She was sad, ashamed, and aggrieved. Cora hoped Isabelle would stay and not abandon Timothy because of their poverty. No matter how much she was humiliated, it was all worth it as long as Isabelle didn't annul her engagement with Timothy. Upon seeing Cora beg without a shred of dignity, Timothy felt a pang in his heart. This was his mother! For his sake, she humbled herself so much. His gaze turned icy as he looked at Isabelle. "Who are you calling beggars?" Isabelle crossed her arms, her face full of disdain. "So what if I call you filthy beggars? Not only you, but your parents too. You're nothing but a family of filthy beggars!" Instantly, a terrifying, icy air burst forth from Timothy. What were the words to describe the exact feeling he gave off? Bloody, gloomy, cold, hollow, dark, sinful… Timothy's eyes reflected the depths of hell at that moment. "Insult my parents, and you'll pay with your life!" A fierce, sinister light flashed in Timothy's eyes as he surged forward menacingly, ready to strike! Chapter 5 Cora was terrified. She hurriedly grabbed Timothy, who was about to lash out with tears in her eyes. "Timothy, listen to me," she said. "Let's talk this out. We can't resort to violence. Exceptional young ladies like her do not come by easily. Please, we can talk this out. I'm begging you…" Timothy looked at his weeping mother, and his heart began to ache. He forcibly stopped himself. "Mom…" His voice was hoarse, filled with a torrent of emotions. He felt as if a knife was stabbed into his heart when he saw Cora behaving so pitifully. It was unbearable! Meanwhile, Isabelle felt a shiver run down her spine, and a deep-seated fear rose within her. The air Timothy had just given off had scared her. The feeling he gave off and his gaze were both beyond words. At that moment, she felt like she was a measly ant before a dragon. She had no doubt that from his gaze just now, he meant to kill her. Isabelle instinctively took two steps back. Her bodyguards immediately stepped in front of her. They all stared at Timothy icily. The courtyard was suddenly filled with a murderous tension. With her bodyguards shielding her, Isabelle regained some courage and looked at Timothy with disdain as if he were an insect. She jeered, "Hmph! How dare you filthy beggar from a trash-picking family make a move against me? Do you know what the Barton family represents in Lormford City? "I can make it so that your whole family won't survive in this city. Go ahead and try coming at me again, you worthless piece of trash!" Timothy closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. This time, his gaze was devoid of any restraint, filled only with overwhelming rage. He looked at Isabelle and said in a cold, hoarse voice, "Years ago, my mentor made the marriage agreements on my behalf for two reasons. "Firstly, it was to undo the destined misfortune as seen from my astrological house. Secondly, it was because your families were sincere back then. So, my mentor thought I could protect your family from harm upon my return. "But now, the situation has changed. You've shown your true colors as a member of the Barton family, and you're nothing but despicable! "I gave you a chance and showed you leniency, but you not only insulted me but also my parents. You deserve death for all that you've said and done!" Isabelle smirked derisively. "So what if I insulted you? Who do you think you are to protect my family? We are one of the Six Great Families in Lormford City, and you're just a filthy beggar. I could crush you in an instant, and there's nothing you could do!" Timothy had a sinister look in his eyes. "You're hilariously clueless, aren't you? The Barton family is nothing to me." As soon as he finished speaking, Timothy moved like a gust of wind. Everyone only saw an afterimage before realizing he had somehow left the spot he was standing at a moment ago and was now right in front of the bodyguards. The bodyguards were all thrown back with a loud crash. They landed on the ground with broken limbs and coughed up blood. Isabelle screamed, shocked by Timothy's terrifying fighting skills. Her face turned pale as she stared at Timothy in horror, like she was seeing a ghost. Timothy didn't stop. He stretched his neck to loosen his muscles as he walked toward her. Isabelle stumbled back, her body shivering violently, and fell to the ground. She backed away, supporting herself with her hands. The look on her face showed how terrified she was. "Y-You… Don't come any closer! If you dare touch me, the Barton family won't let you off!" she yelled fearfully. Timothy seemed not to hear her as he took steady steps toward her with a faint smile. "The Barton family? What of the Barton family?" "You—" Before she could finish, Timothy had reached her. An overwhelming sense of fear and helplessness engulfed her, and before she could react, Timothy gripped her throat and lifted her off the ground! As Isabelle stared into Timothy's bloodthirsty eyes, she was so terrified that she lost control and wet herself. Timothy slapped her hard across the face. Isabelle screamed in agony, her hair becoming disheveled, and blood trickled from her mouth. A bright red handprint appeared on one side of her face. "How dare you hit me…" "So what if I hit you?" Timothy gave her another slap. She was slapped so hard that her face seemed to become lopsided. This time, blood streamed from her nose. Her once beautiful face was now unrecognizable. Just then, Timothy smiled. However, his smile was bone-chilling and glacial. Isabelle closed her eyes in despair, genuinely terrified. Timothy shook his head and delivered one last slap. With that, Isabelle was sent flying and crashing to the ground. Cora and Joseph stood where they were, utterly stunned by the scene before them. Their faces became drained of color as realization set in. Everyone knew the Barton family in Lormford City. Yet, their son had just beaten up the young lady of this prestigious family. They shook like leaves and were at a loss for words, feeling utterly despaired at the situation. Timothy looked coldly at Isabelle, who was on the ground. "This engagement can be annulled, but not by you or your family. "It is I, Timothy Yeager, who canceled the engagement! Your family isn't worthy enough to turn down the marriage. I'm the one who called an end to this. Now, scram!" His words, filled with unparalleled arrogance, shook everyone to the core. Isabelle was still on the ground with her hair in disarray. She covered her swollen face and looked at Timothy in terror. "You dare hit me?" "As I said earlier, so what if I hit you?" Timothy replied coolly. Isabelle's heart sank as she stared at Timothy's calm expression. She felt an overwhelming wave of disbelief. What made him so confident? He had dared to hit her. Didn't he know what the Barton family represented in Lormford City? Upon looking into Timothy's eyes, Isabelle felt a shiver deep in her soul. He looked at her as if she were truly nothing but an ant to him. This was the first time she had felt such terror in her 20 or so years of being alive. Isabelle cradled her face and wanted to curse at him but ultimately swallowed her words. She stepped back and forced out a chilling statement through gritted teeth. "So what if you hit me? The engagement will still be canceled! No one will agree to marry you today. Just wait and see!" she spat. Timothy glanced at Isabelle with a frown. Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside the courtyard. Several women entered, their voices cold and resolute as they stated their intentions. "The Thornton family annuls the engagement with this useless man today!" "The Shaw family also annuls the engagement!" "The Reed family annuls the engagement!" "The Lynde family annuls the engagement today!" Four annulment requests were thrown at Timothy simultaneously. They fluttered down and fell before his feet. The courtyard fell into a deathly silence. Cora and Joseph were so shocked that they sat on the ground, feeling weak. Timothy was stunned for a moment as he looked at the newcomers. So, they were all here to annul their engagements with him. His gaze turned icy and terrifying, and there was a chilling coldness in his eyes. They had all come on the same day at the same time to annul their engagements. Upon seeing the others arrive, Isabelle regained her courage and laughed arrogantly. "See, Timothy? This is how pathetic and insignificant you are! Did you really think I was the only one who thought you were unworthy? "Think about it, who would want to marry a man like you? With a family background like yours, you're just a joke compared to our families." Isabelle's laughter echoed in the courtyard. "Timothy, you're nothing but a clown. No one will marry you!" As her words faded, a voice suddenly came from the courtyard entrance. The voice was calm and noble, carrying a hint of pride. Everyone fell silent instantly. "Why are you so sure no one will marry him when I haven't shown up yet? Your families are thriving now. But if it weren't for Mr. Franklin's help, you wouldn't enjoy the success you have right now. You're repaying his kindness with betrayal. Aren't you ashamed? "Even though he may seem lowly, the Jefferson family is not heartless. Since the engagement was made, and if no one else will marry him… Then I, Mavis Jefferson, will marry him!" The crowd was shocked, and all eyes turned to the woman at the entrance. Timothy turned to look at her as well. His heart pounded when he laid eyes on her.	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2,253,225	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2253217}'	Yes	2024-10-20 20:23	active	1670	🔥🔥👉Click to read the remaining chapters for free🔥🔥	Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you think a peasant like you is worthy of marrying any of our daughters!" Amidst the insults and mockery, an icy voice rings out. "Since all five of you are annuling your marriage contracts with him, I, Mavis Jefferson, shall accept it." Timothy looks in her direction, and his heart clenches. It's her! Chapter 1 The bed was comfortable. It felt much better than the shabby wooden bed in the mountain. The pillow cushioned the head snugly, and the bolster was incredibly soft. Seriously, it was just like a woman's body… Timothy Yeager sighed contentedly with his eyes closed and squeezed the bolster. Suddenly, his heart dropped to his stomach! Something was wrong—the sensation felt off to him. The next moment, he heard a woman's soft moan. Timothy's drowsy eyes snapped open, and he sat up abruptly. When he saw the scene in front of him, he froze. On the big bed in the five-star hotel suite, a woman with a curvy figure was lying right next to him. Her body was stunningly beautiful. Her gorgeous side profile could make one wonder if she were a perfect specimen that the creator personally crafted. She was facing away from Timothy, completely naked. Her skin was flawless and smooth. Timothy winced as he looked at the woman in bewilderment. What was going on? How did a woman end up in his bed? The alcohol from last night made his head throb. He massaged his temples and slapped his forehead, recalling what had happened. He was back in Lormford City—his hometown! The day before, he had bid farewell to his mentor, Remy Franklin, and returned alone. He had arrived in Lormford City at night and decided to book a hotel suite near the airport to spend the night, intending to go home the next day. Timothy felt bored at night, so he went to a bar for a drink. After that, he got heavily intoxicated. The last thing he remembered was a stunningly beautiful woman coming to his booth drunkenly and toasting him. The haze in his mind cleared instantly. He looked again at the beautiful woman lying beside him with a complicated expression. She was the woman from last night. Timothy cursed and felt like slapping himself silly. He had descended the mountain to get married. Remy had six candidates lined up for him, and he had to choose one of the six to be his wife. Timothy returned with great anticipation and joy. He hadn't foreseen that something like this would happen. A thought crossed his mind, and Timothy quickly lifted the blanket and looked at the bedsheet. On the pristinely white sheets, there was a glaring dark crimson spot. Timothy's hand froze, and his heart sank further. This was the last thing he wanted. Timothy felt overwhelmed and smiled bitterly. What should he do now? While he wallowed in distress, the woman turned over. Upon getting a clear view of her face, Timothy couldn't help but hold his breath. She was so beautiful that she could make any man submit to her! Timothy had seen his fair share of women, but none had ever made him think they were the epitome of beauty. This woman was the first. She frowned slightly in her sleep, seemingly having an unpleasant dream. Perhaps feeling insecure, she hugged herself. In doing so, her perfect bosom was strategically pressed together for Timothy's eyes to feast on. He gulped hard at this breathtaking sight. The sound of his swallowing could be heard clearly in the extremely quiet room. Mavis Jefferson stirred upon sensing the slight movements next to her. She opened her beautiful doe eyes with a hint of confusion. The first thing she saw was the white and plain ceiling. Then, she saw a somewhat roguish yet handsome face. Timothy and Mavis locked eyes. The atmosphere in the room became palpable. After three seconds of silence, Timothy looked at Mavis with a lopsided grin and said, "Hey, pretty lady. You have great knockers." "Ah!" A loud scream disrupted the silence in the room. Mavis sat up right away, wrapping the blanket around her. She shrank into the corner of the bed and stared at Timothy in horror. "Who are you? How did you get here?" "I should be the one asking those questions. This is my room," Timothy shot back. Mavis was stunned to hear that. Subsequently, a look of confusion appeared on her pretty face. She glanced around, and her face fell slightly—this wasn't her room. Her heart sank. She wondered if she had entered the wrong room in a drunk stupor last night. Almost instinctively, Mavis lifted the blanket and looked underneath it. When she saw that she was stark naked and noticed the trace of blood on the bedsheet, she froze. She looked at Timothy with teary, reddened eyes. In a trembling voice, she asked, "You… Did we have sleep?" Timothy lit a cigarette and smiled. "Are you questioning my ability or your own looks? You climbed into my bed. And when a man and woman are alone in a room, on a bed… You know what happens. I wouldn't be a man if I didn't sleep with you." With tears brimming in her eyes, Mavis threw a pillow at Timothy in despair. "You beast!" "Hey, why are you cursing me? You were the one who got drunk and entered the wrong room. It's not like I forced you—" "Shut up!" Mavis' voice sharply rose by an octave. Her tears fell, sliding down her beautiful face. She felt wronged, angry, and sad. More than anything, she regretted her impulsive actions. She had been too obsessed with finding the genius doctor who could cure her grandfather, Arlo Jefferson, to no avail. If she hadn't been incredibly upset about her fruitless search, she wouldn't have gotten so wasted. And if she hadn't gotten wasted, she wouldn't have been tainted by such a man. Mavis bit her lip as her tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She was the kind of young woman who had everything—good looks and an elite family background. Everyone in Lormford City knew who she was. Many young and talented men admired and pursued her. If they all lined up, the line would stretch for miles. Even so, she didn't fancy any of them. She was waiting for that man. Mavis had held on to her virginity for over 20 years, but this carefree man popped her cherry so thoughtlessly. The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. Her tears just wouldn't stop. She looked at Timothy again. Upon seeing his unshaven face and his cheap, wrinkled clothes, she fell into despair. She scolded herself for letting a lowly man like him have her first time. Timothy exhaled a puff of smoke and said languidly, "Alright, don't be too sad. I'm set to marry someone, but I can still take responsibility for you." "Take responsibility?" Mavis wiped her tears and said coolly, "What makes you think you can take responsibility for me? How are you capable of that?" Timothy stared at her and said seriously, "I have money and power. I have everything you'd ever want." "Not only are you a ruffian who dresses poorly, but you're also one who likes to talk big. You're the type of man that I hate the most!" Mavis retorted mockingly as if she'd heard the biggest joke. Her eyes were full of scorn. "I'm serious—" "Enough! I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you!" Mavis took out three bundles of cash from her bag on the bedside table and threw them at Timothy coldly. "Now, we're even. Please don't bother me anymore." Timothy looked at the three bundles of cash and grimaced. "What do you mean by this?" "Nothing. Consider it as payment." "Do I look like someone who would need three thousand dollars?" Mavis glanced at the cheap clothes Timothy was wearing. "Yes." Without another word, she got up and got dressed. After she was done, she stood by the bed and glared at Timothy silently. Her eyes were filled with hatred that was mixed with a hint of sadness. After a while, she took a deep breath and turned toward the door without looking back. As she reached the door, Timothy spoke up. "I can really take responsibility for last night." Mavis paused and stood still. Chapter 2 However, Mavis only paused for a second before she continued walking out. She said coldly, "There's no need. We're not from the same world." As her words fell, she was gone. Silence quickly enveloped the room. Timothy narrowed his eyes at the three bundles of cash in front of him. After taking the last puff of his cigarette, he couldn't help but laugh. He found it absurd that Mavis had looked down on him. As the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force in Efral, he had thousands of soldiers under his command. Furthermore, he possessed insane medical skills that most people would find unbelievable. Even the Spectral Healer, who was revered throughout Efral, was the least capable of his twelve apprentices. As for his wealth, he wasn't sure how much money he had. His assets across Efral probably totaled up to trillions of dollars. Countless women pursued him. A few days ago, even Efral's Four Greatest Families wanted him to take their granddaughters as his lovers. However, despite his wealth, power, medical skills, and influence, a woman looked down on him and underestimated his worth that day. Not only that, she threw three thousand dollars at him disdainfully. Timothy touched the tip of his nose, feeling amused. Mavis' cold and contemptuous look replayed in his mind again. The next moment, he decided to let it go and not dwell on it. Relationships come and go. There was no point feeling troubled about it unnecessarily. Besides, he still had six potential marriage candidates to meet. Just as he was thinking this, his phone rang. He answered it and heard a respectful voice from a middle-aged man coming through the other end. "Chief, I'm waiting at the entrance of the hotel you're staying in. If you need anything, just say the word." Timothy scratched his head. "Are you from the Sechydra Chamber of Commerce?" "Yes, I am Zack Larson, the president of the Lormford City branch of the Sechydra Chamber of Commerce. I heard from Mr. Franklin that you returned to Lormford City last night, so I came over to wait for you," Zack answered. Timothy said listlessly, "Got it. I'll be down soon." "Alright!" Downstairs, at the entrance to the hotel lobby, a middle-aged man in black hung up the phone. He was Zack Larson, the richest man in Lormford City and the president of the Lormford Chamber of Commerce. The moment he hung up, everyone from the 30 Rolls-Royce cars behind him got out and lined up respectfully. Despite being one of the most influential people in Lormford City, Zack didn't put on airs. Instead, he appeared respectful and nervous. It was because the person he was about to greet was like a god to him. Just then, Mavis walked out of the hotel carrying a messenger bag. Her stunning beauty wasn't the least bit diminished, even though she looked pale and tired. Upon seeing the scene in front of the hotel, she was shocked. She did a double take as she recognized Zack. Of course, with her current status, she wasn't acquainted with him. Nevertheless, she knew who he was since he was the richest man in Lormford City. Mavis was astonished to see Zack standing at the entrance with so many men and cars, seemingly waiting for someone. Who could that person be? A bodyguard wearing a black suit approached her and said, "Please leave. We're clearing out Sterling Hotel for today." Mavis was stunned and asked curiously, "Are you waiting for someone?" "Yes." "Who are you waiting for?" "We cannot disclose this information. Please leave quickly," said the bodyguard sternly. Mavis bit her lip and glanced at the hotel entrance. She wanted to stay and see, but the bodyguard's steely gaze effectively chased her away. Ever so perceptive, she knew that people of this status were not someone she could see just because she wanted to. Left with no choice, she walked toward the parking lot. As she got into her car, her phone rang. Mavis answered and heard her father's panicked voice. "Mavis, why didn't you come home last night? Where are you now?" Patrick Jefferson asked. Mavis bit her lip and fell silent for a moment. She then composed herself and said, "I had to take care of some matters at the company, so I didn't come back." "Hurry home. We received news that the man you're engaged to has returned to Lormford City today," Patrick said. Mavis was startled by the news. "He's back?" "Yes, come back and get yourself freshened up. We're going to meet him. Also, have you managed to find any information about Dr. Luther's whereabouts?" Mavis was crestfallen by the question. "No, Dad. Dr. Luther is said to be an apprentice of the Spectral Healer. A person of his caliber is hard to find. How about we find someone else to treat Grandpa?" Patrick sighed. "I understand. Just come home first." "Okay." Mavis hung up, feeling ambivalent. She had signed a marriage agreement, which stipulated her consent to marry that man years ago. But on the night before his return, she had a one-night stand with another man. This was the most ridiculous turn of events! Mavis sighed and looked into the rearview mirror, hoping to see the man Zack had held in such high regard. Just then, Timothy walked out of the hotel wearing cheap, wrinkled clothes and looking unkempt. Mavis' face darkened at the sight of him. Why did he have to appear right at that moment? "What rotten luck!" she spat and glared at Timothy in the rearview mirror. She instantly lost interest and no longer felt like staying, so she started her car and left. With that, Mavis missed the jaw-dropping scene that unfolded next. If she had stayed a second longer, she would have witnessed something unbelievable. Zack and his entourage knelt on one knee before Timothy! With his tone full of reverence, Zack said loudly, "Greetings, Chief!" Timothy looked at them, and a smile gradually formed on his face. "Alright, there's no need for such formality. Get up." "Yes, Chief!" Zack and his men stood up respectfully. "Please get in the car." Timothy nodded and got into the Rolls-Royce in the center. Zack also got in, acting as the driver for the day. He was the richest man in Lormford City, but he was only fit to be a driver for this man. In the car, Timothy crossed his legs and said smilingly, "Who told you I was back? Was it that old man?" Zack broke into a cold sweat and replied nervously, "Chief, it was… it was Mr. Franklin who informed us. He told us to protect you. You're not angry, are you?" "Protect? Would I need his protection?" Timothy sneered, looking like he couldn't care less. But in his heart, he felt a surge of warmth at Remy's gesture. Although Remy always played tricks on him back on the mountain, he still cared about him. Timothy turned to look out the window at the bustling city. He felt a wave of nostalgia followed by a pensive emotion. The car soon arrived at the suburbs on the western side of the city. Timothy's home was located in an old neighborhood here. The convoy of Rolls-Royces immediately attracted the attention of the locals. The scene was spectacular and caused a stir. Soon, the convoy stopped at an intersection. Timothy's home was further inside, but the cars couldn't go through the narrow alley. Timothy got out and looked around. He then said to Zack, "There's no place to park here. You should go back. I'll contact you if I need anything." Zack nodded respectfully and handed over a new phone. "Chief, this is your private phone. It has my contact information. Feel free to give me any orders." Timothy took the phone and said, "Good job. I'll keep it." Zack was overjoyed and responded excitedly, "Thank you, Chief!" Timothy smiled and walked toward the intersection. With that, Zack and his convoy left. As Timothy walked along the familiar path, a sense of familiarity overwhelmed him. Three years had passed since he last came home. How were his parents? How was his younger sister? He had left home without a word back then. They must have been worried sick. When he spotted his home's small courtyard from a distance, he couldn't help but quicken his pace. Chapter 3 When Timothy finally arrived at the gate, his heart skipped a beat as he looked inside. With just one glance, his expression faltered. The once quaint courtyard had become incredibly dilapidated. It was filled with piles of junk that made it look uninhabitable. As a gust of wind blew past, it added to the desolation. Timothy rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. How could this have happened? Was this really his home? Just then, he heard the sounds of footsteps nearby. Upon turning his head, he saw an elderly couple picking up trash. Both of them were emaciated. They had white hair and faces full of wrinkles. Their clothes were dirty and tattered, covered in patches. The weight of the bag of junk on their backs bent their frail bodies. With every step, they had to stop and rest. Timothy looked at the elderly couple and felt a deep sense of pity. They were so old and still had to pick up trash for a living—it was truly pitiful. He walked up to them, intending to help. As he got closer and saw their faces clearly, he froze on the spot, feeling thunderstruck. At that moment, an indescribable emotion surged within him. His eyes welled up with tears. Unable to hold back, he said in a trembling voice, "Dad, Mom… No way. How could this be?" The elderly couple stopped and slowly lifted their heads to look at Timothy. Upon seeing him, they were so startled that they dropped the trash bags they were carrying on their backs. "T-Timothy?" "Dad, Mom, it's me! Your son!" Tears filled Timothy's eyes as he hugged his parents tightly. The two elders cried as well. They were indeed Timothy's parents—Joseph Yeager and Cora Lambert. Cora clung to Timothy, crying uncontrollably. "My son, you finally came back. I've been looking for you all these years!" Timothy let his tears fall freely. Seeing his parents in such a state filled him with sorrow. "Mom, why are you two picking up trash? I remember you both had jobs." After a while, Timothy let go of them and wiped the tears on their faces. He couldn't understand how his parents ended up in this miserable state. Joseph and Cora exchanged a look full of complicated feelings. Cora's eyes were reddened as she smiled and said, "Let's not talk about this now. Come, let's go home. You must be hungry. I'll cook for you." Timothy's heart couldn't take it, and he almost cried again. As he followed his parents into the small house, his confusion grew. When he left, their house was in good condition, and his parents had stable jobs. Why had everything become so bleak? He had also noticed faint scars on Joseph's body. What on earth had happened? After they got seated at the table, Timothy couldn't hold back anymore. He asked, "Dad, Mom, what happened these years? Why has our family come to such a sorry state?" Joseph's weathered face was full of deep wrinkles. After a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "Timothy, it was all Helen Swift's doing." Timothy was stunned. "Aunt Helen? How is that possible?" Joseph smiled bitterly. "Timothy, you should remember that a few years ago, your Uncle Greg and Aunt Helen came to borrow money to start a business." Timothy nodded. "I remember. You gave them all our savings. I think it was… 20 thousand dollars. Did they ever pay it back?" Joseph shook his head and sighed deeply. "If I had known what kind of person Helen would turn out to be, I wouldn't have lent them a cent." Timothy was puzzled. Joseph explained, "After they became successful, not only did they not repay the money, but they also tried to force us to sell our home to them. "They had heard rumors that this area would be redeveloped and could fetch a large sum of relocation compensation. Your mother and I refused, leading to a fallout with her. To retaliate, Helen made us lose our jobs." At this point, Timothy finally learned the truth behind his family's misfortune. He clenched his fists, his eyes becoming cold. "Aunt Helen is shameless! I've misjudged her." Cora said with a sigh, "Timothy, Helen is now a successful businesswoman. Don't cause trouble with her. We won't be able to compete with her." Timothy felt awfully bitter upon seeing his parents in such dire straits. He had to confront Helen! However, he didn't want his parents to worry, so he nodded and said, "I understand, Mom and Dad. Don't worry. I have a plan." Joseph and Cora looked relieved as they smiled warmly at him. Cora then asked, "Where have you been all these years? When you left without a word, your father and I were worried sick and couldn't sleep all day and night." Her eyes reddened again. They had even thought Timothy was dead. When they finally saw him again after so many years, they couldn't help but feel emotional. Timothy looked at his parents with a deep sense of guilt. "Dad, Mom, I left suddenly back then and didn't have time to tell you anything. I've spent those years on the mountain learning from my mentor. Now that I've finished my training, I'm more than capable of giving you a good life." Joseph smiled. "It's good that you're back. We don't need much. A peaceful life together is more than anything I can ever ask for." Cora added, "That's right, Timothy. You're in your 20s now. The most important thing is to find a good job and get married so that we can have grandchildren." Timothy laughed. "Mom, work can wait. The important thing now is to introduce you to your daughter-in-law." Joseph and Cora were taken aback. Cora asked in surprise, "Do you have a girlfriend?" Timothy shook his head. "No, but my mentor helped me set up a few marriage agreements with a few young women. I need to choose one of them to be my wife. They might visit soon." His parents exchanged a shocked look to learn that Timothy had not one but several marriage prospects. They felt incredibly happy. At their age, their biggest wish was to see their son get married and set up his own family. Cora hurriedly told Joseph, "Dear, hurry and clean up the courtyard. If the young ladies see all this trash, it'll give them a bad impression." Joseph immediately got up to clean the courtyard. However, Timothy held his arm to stop him. He said with a laugh, "Dad, there's no need to clean. They're eager to marry me. They won't mind." Joseph frowned and said seriously, "Timothy, we must be down to earth. Given our situation, why would anyone want to marry you? Let's clean up a bit. We may not be rich, but we can at least show some sincerity." Timothy laughed helplessly, aware that Joseph thought he was boasting. He smiled and said no more. Joseph tidied up the courtyard to the best of his abilities. However, it still looked shabby, especially with the pile of trash in the corner. Cora thought for a moment and said, "Dear, let's change into cleaner clothes. We don't want the young ladies to make any snide comments." Joseph agreed, and they went inside to change. When they emerged, Timothy felt a lump in his throat. The clothes they changed into were wrinkled and worn, albeit cleaner than the previous ones. They were faded and had small holes in the collars and cuffs. Upon noticing his gaze, Cora pulled back her sleeves a little to hide the frayed edges of the cuffs. Her face flushed slightly, and she had an awkward expression on her face. She was worried they might embarrass Timothy. But then, these were the best set of clothes she and Joseph had. She looked at Timothy and said cautiously, "We haven't bought any new clothes over the years. These are the best outfits we have. Is… Is this okay?" Timothy took in all the changes in Cora's expressions. She was his mother, yet she spoke to him with such inferiority. He felt a tingle in his nose, and his eyes stung a little. Timothy was heartbroken. Of course, he understood Cora's concern. She was worried that Timothy would think that they were a disgrace to him. Timothy looked up to force back his tears. He took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Dad, Mom, these clothes are fine. You look great." Joseph and Cora were relieved by his response, and their faces lit up with joyful smiles. They were happy as long as Timothy didn't despise them. The three of them sat in the courtyard and waited. Timothy remained calm, but his parents were nervous. Soon, his ears picked up the sounds of footsteps outside the courtyard. Finally, someone was coming. Chapter 4 At the gate of the small courtyard, several people came into view. Timothy looked over and saw that the person in front was a woman. A few men followed her closely. The woman was tall and slender, with delicate features and an outstanding bearing. She would be a standout beauty in any crowd. However, she wore an exceptionally cold expression on her pretty face. Timothy smiled lightly. It seemed Remy hadn't tricked him. She was indeed a top-notch beauty. Upon entering the courtyard, the woman stood in the center and surveyed her surroundings. Her gaze lingered on the pile of trash in the corner, and she frowned. Joseph and Cora were stunned at the sight of her. They had never expected their daughter-in-law to be so beautiful and elegant. Overjoyed and tongue-tied, Cora exclaimed, "Timothy, is this the young lady you're engaged to? She's so gorgeous! I can't believe my daughter-in-law is so stunning." Joseph was equally pleased. He added, "Good job! You've really brought honor to our family. Finding yourself such an outstanding wife is truly a blessing." Timothy laughed and said, "Dad, Mom, what did I say? I can have any pick when it comes to finding a wife." The tensed wrinkles on Cora's face smoothed out as she beamed with joy. She whispered to Joseph, "Dear, let's get a chair for her to sit on. I'll get her some water." Joseph slapped his forehead while exclaiming, "I almost forgot!" He hurried to fetch a chair while Cora set it down and handed the woman a cup of water, smiling warmly. "You must be tired from standing. Have a seat and drink some water." The woman glanced at Cora with a frigid expression and said nothing. Cora realized the young woman was reluctant to sit on the old wooden chair. She quickly bent down and meticulously wiped it with her sleeve. With a slightly embarrassed smile, she said, "I've cleaned the chair, young lady. You can sit down now." The woman looked down at the chair and then at Cora judgmentally. She then said, "I won't sit on it. It's dirty. And did you call me your daughter-in-law just now? Look at yourself. Are you even worthy?" With that, she slapped the mug from Cora's hand. It fell to the ground and smashed into pieces, spilling water everywhere. With a look of disgust, she said, "Get away from me. You're filthy!" Cora's smile froze as she stared at the broken mug on the ground. The woman then turned her icy gaze to Timothy, her voice devoid of warmth, "Are you Timothy Yeager?" Timothy's smile slowly faded. He looked at the woman and narrowed his eyes. "Yes, what about it?" The woman tossed an annulment request paper at him and said coldly, "Nothing much. I'm here to inform you that our engagement is nullified. The marriage contract is void. I, Isabelle Barton, hereby cancel our engagement." The courtyard fell into dead silence as Isabelle's words echoed in the air. Then, her icy voice broke the silence again. "I can give you five million dollars as compensation. You can collect it from my family. My only demand is that you sign this annulment paper and never mention our engagement to anyone. It's a disgrace to me!" She glanced at Timothy with disdain. She was the eldest young miss of the Barton family, one of the Six Great Families in Lomford City. Meanwhile, he was the son of an elderly couple who picked up trash for a living. They were from two different worlds. How could she be his fiancée and even marry him? That was simply impossible. The annulment paper lay at Timothy's feet. He looked down at the dirtied paper and frowned. An annulment paper? And did she say she was canceling their engagement? Timothy felt a deep sense of irony. This morning, he had been scorned by one woman. Now, one of his fiancées was here to break off their engagement. He felt like a clown at that moment. Joseph and Cora were completely taken aback by this development. They had eagerly awaited their daughter-in-law's first visit, but she came to annul the engagement. After a moment of silence, Cora put on a forced, subservient smile and pleaded, "Young lady, we can talk this over. There's no need to cancel the engagement. I know you come from a wealthy family that is much better than ours, but my son is honest, hardworking—" "Honest? Hardworking?" Isabelle scoffed and cut her off. "That means nothing to me. I don't care about that. What I care about is your family's worth! "Look at your house! Look at yourselves! How dare a trash-picking family dream of marrying someone from the Barton family?" With that, Isabelle rolled her eyes and glanced at Cora with a mocking smile. "How shameless! And how dare you call me your daughter-in-law! Take a look at yourselves. Disgusting!" Isabelle waved her hand in front of her nose as if repelled by a foul odor. Then, she looked at Cora with disdain. "Stay away from me. You reek all over. Your whole family are filthy beggars." Cora's face became flushed for a moment before blanching. Isabelle's words stabbed into her heart like knives. Yet, Cora didn't retaliate. Instead, she continued to smile obsequiously. She said, "You're right, young lady. I am a beggar… but… but my son Timothy is not. He's a good man who's very outstanding… Please give him a chance. Please don't annul the engagement…" As she spoke, her eyes reddened. Isabelle was beautiful and exceptional, but she looked down on them. They were holding their son back. Cora felt a deep pain as tears brimmed in her eyes. She was sad, ashamed, and aggrieved. Cora hoped Isabelle would stay and not abandon Timothy because of their poverty. No matter how much she was humiliated, it was all worth it as long as Isabelle didn't annul her engagement with Timothy. Upon seeing Cora beg without a shred of dignity, Timothy felt a pang in his heart. This was his mother! For his sake, she humbled herself so much. His gaze turned icy as he looked at Isabelle. "Who are you calling beggars?" Isabelle crossed her arms, her face full of disdain. "So what if I call you filthy beggars? Not only you, but your parents too. You're nothing but a family of filthy beggars!" Instantly, a terrifying, icy air burst forth from Timothy. What were the words to describe the exact feeling he gave off? Bloody, gloomy, cold, hollow, dark, sinful… Timothy's eyes reflected the depths of hell at that moment. "Insult my parents, and you'll pay with your life!" A fierce, sinister light flashed in Timothy's eyes as he surged forward menacingly, ready to strike! Chapter 5 Cora was terrified. She hurriedly grabbed Timothy, who was about to lash out with tears in her eyes. "Timothy, listen to me," she said. "Let's talk this out. We can't resort to violence. Exceptional young ladies like her do not come by easily. Please, we can talk this out. I'm begging you…" Timothy looked at his weeping mother, and his heart began to ache. He forcibly stopped himself. "Mom…" His voice was hoarse, filled with a torrent of emotions. He felt as if a knife was stabbed into his heart when he saw Cora behaving so pitifully. It was unbearable! Meanwhile, Isabelle felt a shiver run down her spine, and a deep-seated fear rose within her. The air Timothy had just given off had scared her. The feeling he gave off and his gaze were both beyond words. At that moment, she felt like she was a measly ant before a dragon. She had no doubt that from his gaze just now, he meant to kill her. Isabelle instinctively took two steps back. Her bodyguards immediately stepped in front of her. They all stared at Timothy icily. The courtyard was suddenly filled with a murderous tension. With her bodyguards shielding her, Isabelle regained some courage and looked at Timothy with disdain as if he were an insect. She jeered, "Hmph! How dare you filthy beggar from a trash-picking family make a move against me? Do you know what the Barton family represents in Lormford City? "I can make it so that your whole family won't survive in this city. Go ahead and try coming at me again, you worthless piece of trash!" Timothy closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. This time, his gaze was devoid of any restraint, filled only with overwhelming rage. He looked at Isabelle and said in a cold, hoarse voice, "Years ago, my mentor made the marriage agreements on my behalf for two reasons. "Firstly, it was to undo the destined misfortune as seen from my astrological house. Secondly, it was because your families were sincere back then. So, my mentor thought I could protect your family from harm upon my return. "But now, the situation has changed. You've shown your true colors as a member of the Barton family, and you're nothing but despicable! "I gave you a chance and showed you leniency, but you not only insulted me but also my parents. You deserve death for all that you've said and done!" Isabelle smirked derisively. "So what if I insulted you? Who do you think you are to protect my family? We are one of the Six Great Families in Lormford City, and you're just a filthy beggar. I could crush you in an instant, and there's nothing you could do!" Timothy had a sinister look in his eyes. "You're hilariously clueless, aren't you? The Barton family is nothing to me." As soon as he finished speaking, Timothy moved like a gust of wind. Everyone only saw an afterimage before realizing he had somehow left the spot he was standing at a moment ago and was now right in front of the bodyguards. The bodyguards were all thrown back with a loud crash. They landed on the ground with broken limbs and coughed up blood. Isabelle screamed, shocked by Timothy's terrifying fighting skills. Her face turned pale as she stared at Timothy in horror, like she was seeing a ghost. Timothy didn't stop. He stretched his neck to loosen his muscles as he walked toward her. Isabelle stumbled back, her body shivering violently, and fell to the ground. She backed away, supporting herself with her hands. The look on her face showed how terrified she was. "Y-You… Don't come any closer! If you dare touch me, the Barton family won't let you off!" she yelled fearfully. Timothy seemed not to hear her as he took steady steps toward her with a faint smile. "The Barton family? What of the Barton family?" "You—" Before she could finish, Timothy had reached her. An overwhelming sense of fear and helplessness engulfed her, and before she could react, Timothy gripped her throat and lifted her off the ground! As Isabelle stared into Timothy's bloodthirsty eyes, she was so terrified that she lost control and wet herself. Timothy slapped her hard across the face. Isabelle screamed in agony, her hair becoming disheveled, and blood trickled from her mouth. A bright red handprint appeared on one side of her face. "How dare you hit me…" "So what if I hit you?" Timothy gave her another slap. She was slapped so hard that her face seemed to become lopsided. This time, blood streamed from her nose. Her once beautiful face was now unrecognizable. Just then, Timothy smiled. However, his smile was bone-chilling and glacial. Isabelle closed her eyes in despair, genuinely terrified. Timothy shook his head and delivered one last slap. With that, Isabelle was sent flying and crashing to the ground. Cora and Joseph stood where they were, utterly stunned by the scene before them. Their faces became drained of color as realization set in. Everyone knew the Barton family in Lormford City. Yet, their son had just beaten up the young lady of this prestigious family. They shook like leaves and were at a loss for words, feeling utterly despaired at the situation. Timothy looked coldly at Isabelle, who was on the ground. "This engagement can be annulled, but not by you or your family. "It is I, Timothy Yeager, who canceled the engagement! Your family isn't worthy enough to turn down the marriage. I'm the one who called an end to this. Now, scram!" His words, filled with unparalleled arrogance, shook everyone to the core. Isabelle was still on the ground with her hair in disarray. She covered her swollen face and looked at Timothy in terror. "You dare hit me?" "As I said earlier, so what if I hit you?" Timothy replied coolly. Isabelle's heart sank as she stared at Timothy's calm expression. She felt an overwhelming wave of disbelief. What made him so confident? He had dared to hit her. Didn't he know what the Barton family represented in Lormford City? Upon looking into Timothy's eyes, Isabelle felt a shiver deep in her soul. He looked at her as if she were truly nothing but an ant to him. This was the first time she had felt such terror in her 20 or so years of being alive. Isabelle cradled her face and wanted to curse at him but ultimately swallowed her words. She stepped back and forced out a chilling statement through gritted teeth. "So what if you hit me? The engagement will still be canceled! No one will agree to marry you today. Just wait and see!" she spat. Timothy glanced at Isabelle with a frown. Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside the courtyard. Several women entered, their voices cold and resolute as they stated their intentions. "The Thornton family annuls the engagement with this useless man today!" "The Shaw family also annuls the engagement!" "The Reed family annuls the engagement!" "The Lynde family annuls the engagement today!" Four annulment requests were thrown at Timothy simultaneously. They fluttered down and fell before his feet. The courtyard fell into a deathly silence. Cora and Joseph were so shocked that they sat on the ground, feeling weak. Timothy was stunned for a moment as he looked at the newcomers. So, they were all here to annul their engagements with him. His gaze turned icy and terrifying, and there was a chilling coldness in his eyes. They had all come on the same day at the same time to annul their engagements. Upon seeing the others arrive, Isabelle regained her courage and laughed arrogantly. "See, Timothy? This is how pathetic and insignificant you are! Did you really think I was the only one who thought you were unworthy? "Think about it, who would want to marry a man like you? With a family background like yours, you're just a joke compared to our families." Isabelle's laughter echoed in the courtyard. "Timothy, you're nothing but a clown. No one will marry you!" As her words faded, a voice suddenly came from the courtyard entrance. The voice was calm and noble, carrying a hint of pride. Everyone fell silent instantly. "Why are you so sure no one will marry him when I haven't shown up yet? Your families are thriving now. But if it weren't for Mr. Franklin's help, you wouldn't enjoy the success you have right now. You're repaying his kindness with betrayal. Aren't you ashamed? "Even though he may seem lowly, the Jefferson family is not heartless. Since the engagement was made, and if no one else will marry him… Then I, Mavis Jefferson, will marry him!" The crowd was shocked, and all eyes turned to the woman at the entrance. Timothy turned to look at her as well. His heart pounded when he laid eyes on her.	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2,252,877	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-20 20:18	active	1670	❤️😍 click to read on 👉	"Kneel down and apologize to Sunny, now!" Several servants were surrounding Kevin. Opposite him was a fierce dog, which was Morris's Sunny. Morris thundered. His voice attracted some of the maids and they sneaked into the large lobby of the Perry family's villa. Morris saw them but didn't say anything. His mission was to embarrass Kelvin like he used to anyway. With the maids around, it would make everything sweeter for him. "Do you even know how high and important this dog is?" Morris began with a flex of his muscle. "This dog is more expensive than the whole of your family combined. I will not stand still and watch you disregard it!" Kevin felt so humiliated, and he struggled hard, and said angrily, "It was your dog that bit me first! I'm just trying to protect myself!" Morris scoffed. "Does it look like I'm concerned a bit about you? Aren't you the useless house husband of the Perry family?" He said mockingly. The maids laughed lowly and exchanged words quietly. Something built inside Kevin. He felt a mixture of anger and sadness. For how long was he supposed to continue bearing the ill-treatment of the Perry family? As much as he was supposed to have gotten used to it by now, he was still a man. When was he going to start acting like the man of the house? "I will not apologize, Morris. The dog was being rude and I taught it a lesson. It wanted to bite me and I stopped it. If anyone should apologize, it should be you, on behalf of your dog." Morris went still for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter. He sobered up almost immediately and gave that wicked grin. "Force him down!" He ordered in a thick voice. Three men advanced forward immediately. They caught Kelvin by his hands, pushed him towards the dog, and tried to force him to the floor. They could not do so until one of them eventually kicked Kelvin by his legs. He was forced to kneel in front of Morris' dog. Kelvin tried to stand up but the men pressed him firmly on the ground. So, he gave up. The maids burst into laughter again. "He's such a useless man, that's why he would apologize to Sir Morris' dog." "Well, the dog is worth more than him. So, technically speaking, he needs to worship his master, the dog for being rude." The maids exchanged words between themselves with scoffs and mocks. “Let me go! Morris, this is too much!” Kevin could not get rid of these strong servants, Kevin could only plead with Morris to let him go. However, Morris responded by slapping Kevin hard across the face. Blood trickled from Kevin's mouth, but Morris ignored it. "Apologize now!" Morris demanded impatiently. Kevin's voice trembled as he replied, "No, I will never apologize to an animal. It's beneath my dignity!" "Dignity? You?" Morris erupted into laughter upon hearing Kevin's words. Suddenly, his tone turned vicious, "You think you have dignity? In our eyes, you're not even worth a dog's whimper!" Kevin gasped for air, his speech slurring from the blood in his mouth, but it was evident he had no intention of apologizing to a dog. Suddenly, Morris's demeanor changed. He smirked coldly, "Fine, if you won't apologize to Sunny, sign this, and I'll forgive you." With that, he threw a stack of papers at Kevin's face. Kevin furrowed his brow as he looked at the document. Divorce Agreement. Kevin glared angrily at Morris and exclaimed loudly, "You want to force me to divorce Mia? What gives you the right?" Morris's expression darkened, and he struck Kevin again, this time with even more force, "Right? What right do you have to ask me that?" Kevin was baffled. "If Mia wanted a divorce, she would propose it herself..." he said stubbornly. "Because I know the best for her. Besides, she will agree with me that you aren't the best one for her. So, I'm only interpreting what she wants." Kevin scoffed. "Are you her mouthpiece? Do you have so little work to do that you now talk for her?" Kevin didn't believe Morris. There was no way Mia would want a divorce now. Besides, Mia would lose her inheritance if she was divorced without a child. This was the family rule. Morris felt a stab of annoyance at his words. He rushed at Kevin quickly and punched him hard in the face, forcing his head against the table. The maids gasped as the table gave way and the glasses shattered on the floor. Kevin felt a stab of pain and a strong headache set in. "How dare you!" Morris yelled angrily. He rushed to grab Kevin by his collar. He pulled Kevin up violently. "Blood!" Some of the maids yelled and Kevin felt the blood streamed down his face. He looked at the shattered table and realized he was bleeding. A sharp pain penetrated him suddenly, and his head banged harder. Some disordered memories suddenly flooded into Kevin's mind. For the past few years, he had been in a state of amnesia. All he knew was that Mia, the eldest daughter of the Perry family, had saved him and married him, making him a son-in-law of the Perry family. However, no one in the Perry family treated him as a son-in-law; he was even worse than a servant in this family. Nevertheless, after receiving a severe blow to his head, he unexpectedly found that he seemed to remember something. He clutched his head and yelled in pain as those memories gradually began to resurface, but they brought him even greater pain than the injury on his head. "No matter what! You will sign these divorce papers!" Morris clenched his teeth in anger, oblivious to the state that Kevin was currently in. "I will not allow a lowlife like you to continue being the son-in-law of a prestige family like Perry! I will not allow that! Karim Mendy will marry my sister very soon!" He announced in a low deep voice, meaning to make Kevin jealous. But Kevin wasn't replying to him. To Morris, Kevin was just playing one of his dumb games on him. Kevin didn't hear him actually. His mind was going through a frenzy of thoughts. Flashes of images flickered across his eyes. He felt dizzy as strange memories filled his head. He closed his eyes in an attempt to shut it off but it couldn't be stopped. It felt like he was going crazy. Sensing that Kevin was ignoring him, Morris' anger turned to rage. "How dare you!" He sneered, let go of him, and punched him hard on the nose. Kelvin's nose burst and Morris smiled at this. He punched him again, in the face and forced Kevin back to the floor. Morris huffed. "He's so weak. Yet, he rebels against me? I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget!" Morris kicked Kevin's head violently several times. Kevin’s head started bleeding, but he seemed oblivious to it. Morris grew even angrier and picked up a nearby vase, he was about to smash it fiercely towards Kevin's head! That vase was extremely sturdy, and if it hit Kevin's head, he could have died! Just at that moment, Kevin suddenly opened his eyes and quickly grasped Morris's hands, pushing him away. Morris fell heavily to the ground, and the vase dropped to the floor, shattering into a myriad of pieces. Everyone around them stared in shock. Morris yelled in pain and held onto his waist. He didn't expect Kevin to make such a move. He had never made such an intelligent move. How was he able to do it? Kevin has always been the dumb husband of Mia and he has enjoyed treating him badly for a year now. The men rushed closer to him and assisted him up. But he pushed them away angrily and turned to look at the maids who had been watching the whole drama unfold. He felt embarrassed. "What are you still doing there!" He thundered. "Get lost!" The maids scampered away. Morris yelled several times before he turned to Kevin again. He was very upset. How could Kevin have made such a move and the men couldn't even stop it? "You are making a big mistake!" he yelled. "I'm telling you! You are!" Kevin didn't respond. A dark frown was on his face as he stood up slowly. More images flashed across his eyes. The dizziness increased but the headache was gone now. The images became clearer now but it seemed like his heart was racing as he went through them. "I...I'm Kevin, Kevin Di Lorenzo..." He muttered to himself, "Could I have sunk so low?" At that moment, the door of the Perry family's villa suddenly opened. A man and a woman walked in. The woman frowned upon seeing the disarray in the hall. She said discontentedly, "What are you doing again? You've made a mess in the house!" "Mia!" Morris called suddenly, pulling Kevin out of his trance. "Did you see how your husband was going to kill me?" Kevin looked at Mia. There was a young, handsome guy beside him. He was dressed in an expensive Italian suit. He looked at Mia, but wasn't as excited as he used to be. Not now that he knew who he truly was. He smiled calmly instead. "Welcome home, Mia," he said calmly. The man beside Mia held her by the waist and moved her slightly away from where she was initially. "Be careful, you could have stepped on glasses," he said, trying to show Mia he was very caring. Mia regarded the whole mess for a moment and she felt disappointed and unhappy. A dark frown played on her face. She looked at Kelvin. "You should all stop this children's play." Kevin frowned, he knew that Mia didn't care about him in the past years, but he was bleeding now! How could he be bleeding and Mia thinks it's child play? He was disappointed. Mia has always ignored his maltreatment and pretended she didn't see how her mother treated him. But he didn't expect her to take such a matter currently with such levity. He didn't let it bother him. Instead, he looked at the man standing too close to Mia. Mia doesn't like to bring business home. So, he wondered who the man was. "Who is he?" he asked instead. Mia frowned, she didn't expect him to ask her such a question because Kevin never cared about her business before. He was just a person who lost memory. At first, she thought she was only going to worry about his lost memory but now, Kevin had added dumbness to the list. How could he be interfering in her business? Mendy eyed Kevin levelly and looked at Mia. "I think you may introduce us to each other first?" He asked with a smile. Mia felt ashamed suddenly. She felt reluctant to introduce Kevin to Mendy, not with the mess that she met Kevin in. He was disgracing and she wasn't even moved to introduce him. Kevin saw the sour look on Mia's face and knew he was reluctant to tell Mendy who he really was to her. This made him sad. "Well, Mr Mendy," Mia cleared her throat meaningfully. "He's my husband," she said softly as if she was forced. "And this is Mr. Karim Mendy, a very important business partner of our family." Mendy smiled and added, "And also a good friend of Mia." He grinned slyly. "This must be that famous husband of yours?" He said in an offensive tone, while still sounding like he had an intimate relationship with Mia. Kevin looked at him, smiled. "I'm pretty famous, no?" He replied calmly. His reply made Mendy laugh. Mia cleared her throat meaningfully and looked at Kevin. "You should get clean out of this mess." She looked at the Mendy. "Mr Mendy, please, let's go to the meeting room." Mendy's hand was still resting on Mia's waist. Kevin looked at them and frowned. Mendy saw Kevin's expression and faked a gentle smile. "Actually, I think it will be nicer to talk in your room, won't it?" He said provokingly and looked at Mia with lust in his eyes. "Your room has better privacy and what we are about to discuss is equally very important." Mia felt awkward especially because of Mendy's hand that was still around her waist. She needed Mendy's help and didn't want to upset him. "Ok then. Let's go." Wendy smiled softly, feeling satisfied in himself. "Wait, I don't think it's good for you two to be alone in the room together, right?" Kevin asked with a smile, but it was clear that there was more hidden in his smile. "What do you mean?" Mia frowned and looked at Kevin, who was completely different from usual. "I mean, I can go in with you, so no one will spread rumors. This is also for your own good, right?" Kevin's voice was still calm, but there was an unmistakable note of certainty. Mia frowned. She didn't expect that from Kevin at all. Within a year that she had known him, he was always timid but she didn't know where the courage suddenly came from. When Mia first met him, Kevin was not only timid but dense. This was even one of the reasons why she decided that he was fit to be her husband. But it was strictly a deal, Kevin wasn't supposed to act like a real husband. This was why they never slept together. They have never even shared a kiss since they have been married. But then how dared he demand to get involved in a business negotiation? Who has he started seeing himself as? Morris was shocked at Kevin's utterance too. Kevin has been acting really strange since a few minutes ago. Firstly, it was the skill he displayed. Now, he was being too bold. But before he could say something, Mendy cut in quickly. "Well, you shouldn't be worried, Kevin. It's not like it's a new thing to us. Just last night, we were together in the same room in the hotel for a whole night." He said with a smile. Mia frowned. "That was just business negotiation." She said quickly. Then she hesitated and thought about it. She didn't owe Kevin any explanation actually. She could choose to do whatever she wanted. Kevin had no say. Besides, Kevin wouldn't understand business strategy. He had no skill in it. In fact, he has no skill in anything. Kevin sneered, he looked at Mendy's eyes and said, "You should be careful of what you say, Mr.Mendy." He ignored Mia's words and continued, "As you know, Mia is a married woman. So, you shouldn't say something that may cause any misunderstandings. We wouldn't want people to think she's cheating on me with you." Mendy felt a stab of annoyance at his word. He laughed out menacingly, trying his best to conceal his emotions because of Mia. He became sober almost immediately. "Cheat on someone like you? Why will that happen? Are you starting to see yourself as the husband? Do you think you are even fit to bear Mia's husband? What makes you a husband? The name?" Morris laughed. "He's so delusional to think Mia is his." "Yes! You are not worthy of Mia at all. No one is going to cheat on you because you are that useless husband!" Kevin's looked at him coldly, "Be careful of what you say." He said indifferently, but there was a trace of authority in his words, as if he were a superior. "Or what?" Mendy dared. "We both know you are very useless as the son-in-law. How dare you want to disrupt a business transaction? Do you even know what we wanted to discuss or do you have the knowledge or skill to discuss with us?" Kevin sneered, "Mr. Mendy, don't be so hypocritical. Why do you have to discuss something in my wife's room?" It was Mendy's turn to get angry. His face went red and he lurched forward to hit him. Kevin saw his move and waited, with a soft smile plastered on his face. He was ready to combat him. "Enough!" Mia yelled suddenly, putting an abrupt stop to Mendy's action. She looked at him. "Please, Mr Mendy. You have to stop this," she beseeched softly. Mendy hesitated briefly before he eventually backed away but the anger was still vivid on his face. Kevin relaxed. Mendy was no use getting angry for anyways. He was a nobody. Mia took a step closer to Kevin with a dark frown on her face. "What is wrong with you, Kevin? What do you think you are doing? Mr Mendy is not someone you should offend. Don't make any trouble here!" She said in a cold tone and turned to Mendy again. "I'm so sorry about everything that has happened here, Mr Mendy. Please, let's go and talk about business," She said in an apologetic voice. Mendy smiled victoriously, He smiled provokingly at Kevin. Kevin frowned and looked at Mia somewhat unhappily, saying, "Mia, are you sure you want to ‘talk business' with him in your room?" He emphasized the words "talk business", obviously not believing that the two of them would simply discuss business in the room. Mia sighed in frustration and somewhat anger. "Mr Mendy is here to help us on business. He knows Lord Phoenix." Mendy smiled with confidence, feeling so proud of himself. "At least if you don't know anything or have any skill in the business world, you should definitely know about the popular Lord Phoenix. You should know how powerful he is as well." Kevin feigned ignorance. "I don't know. Tell me." He said with a straight face. Mendy laughed and turned to Mia. "Your dumb husband doesn't how powerful Lord Phoenix is?" "Well, he doesn't know anything!" Morris joined in. Mia felt embarrassed. She wondered why Kevin wasn't letting the sleeping dog lie. He was provoking Mendy and she knew that if Mendy refused to help her, it would be trouble for her. How else was she supposed to explain to Kevin that this was very important? It looks like her husband was off to make everything go astray for her. Kevin regarded Mendy for a moment, with a sly look. "You said you know Lord Phoenix?" "Of course yes!" Mendy answered proudly. Kevin smirked disdainfully and looked into Mendy's eyes, asking, "Then why don't I know you?" Kevin's words stunned everyone, but only Kevin himself knew the truth. Yes, he was the legendary "Lord Phoenix." Years ago, Kevin was ambushed by his enemies and met with an accident. He suffered head injuries and lost his memory. Fortunately, he was rescued by Mia, who happened to pass by. The Perry family was in turmoil at that time, and Mia, as the heir of the family, was on the verge of being stripped of her inheritance rights because she was unmarried. According to the Perry family's rules, only married individuals could take the helm of the family! Thus, Mia set her sights on Kevin, who had lost his memory and was somewhat timid. To her, Kevin was merely a tool to enable her to smoothly take over the family. Over the past few years, she had shown no concern for Kevin. Who would care about the feelings of a mere tool? But obviously, no one would believe his words. Mendy regarded Kevin for a few minutes and suddenly burst into laughter. "This your husband is a really humorous guy," he pointed at Kevin while his words were directed at Mia. Suddenly, the laugh was gone from his face, just as it had appeared. It was replaced with a cold one. "You make it look funny but Phoenix would never love this joke." Mia's heart skipped a beat. She was frightened. Everyone knew who Phoenix was and how powerful he was. Well, except Kevin who has been acting strange since she got home from work. Phoenix wasn't the kind of person to be messed with. Not even the family of Perry can afford to stand against him. In fact, she needed Phoenix's help and not fight him. She turned to Kevin in anger and hit him across the face. Kevin was shocked while Mendy smiled secretly. He was very glad that he had successfully instigated Mia against Kevin. If Mia already hates him, it would be easy to get rid of him. "Leave now!" She yelled. She was really angry and it was evident on her face. "Your attention isn't needed here. You, in fact, have no right to meddle in it. Leave before you cause us trouble!" She said harshly. Morris chuckled. "Right, he needs to!" Mia turned to Mendy with an apologetic expression. "Please, Mr Mendy, do not be offended. I'm sure there's something you can do about all these." Mendy loved the fact that Mia was helpless. He always wanted to be a hero to her. "Well, your husband might cause a fatal disaster to your family. The Phoenix doesn't listen to explanation. He's not someone you can joke about. There will be no way for you guys to redeem yourself," he said with a hypocritical look. Mia felt embarrassed and angry the more at the statement. "You are not to interrupt this meeting!" Mia yelled suddenly, in anger, forcing Kevin out of his thoughts again. She glared at him. "Do you understand that, Kevin?" She tapped her feet in anger. Kevin sighed and nodded slowly. "Good!" She looked at Mendy again. "I'm really sorry but can we please talk in the meeting room? My room is in a mess. So, the meeting room is the best option," she explained. Mendy nodded once. "Alright. That's fine by me," he reluctantly agreed. And they both walked away. Morris laughed. "Suit you right, loser!" He mocked and walked away with the men. Kevin hesitated for a moment. He was still in shock at his discovery. He was not expecting what he just discovered. He was the courageous Phoenix, yet he became a househusband and was mistreated every single time for a whole year. Why didn't he remember earlier? But where are his people? How did he get disconnected from them? He still remembers Alessia as if he saw her the day before. He should reach out to her because she would have been worried to death. He remembered a phone number suddenly, took out his phone and dialed it. It rang for a long time before someone finally picked it up. "Yes, who is this?" a feminine voice said coldly. Kevin recognized that voice instantly. There was no way he wouldn't. It was the voice he had heard for over seven years of his life. Kevin went silent for a second. Alessia would definitely not expect this. "It's me, little cat," he said finally. There was a few minutes of silence from the other side. Alessa was probably thinking. She never would have thought it could be him. Alessia screamed suddenly, then cried. "I knew you didn't die! There's no way you would have died," she sobbed further. Kevin has really missed her. He had known Alessia for a very long time now. So, it was normal for him to miss her. “It's ok, little cat. I'm here now,” Kevin comforted. Alessia dragged her breath. “Where have you been? I've searched everywhere for you. I just had to hope you would return to me unscathed. I'm so happy to hear your voice today,” she said excitedly. Kevin could easily note the happiness in her voice. He was so caught up with what Alessa was saying that he didn't notice Morris creeping inside. Morris walked back inside to look for a way to make Kevin do something wrong again by the time Mia came out so that Kevin would eventually leave the house. He couldn't wait for that to happen. Mia must marry Mendy at all costs. He watched him for a moment, with curiosity. He wondered who he was talking to. Kevin looked happy which was strange. This means that the person he was talking to was somewhat special to him. “It's ok, little cat. I'm back now,” he said softly, with a wide smile on his face. What! Little cat! Morris wondered for a moment who Kevin could be referring to. His eyes widened with shock as realization finally dawned on him. Kevin was cheating on Mia! No way! It was why he looked so happy and was even telling the person he was back. He even called her ‘little cat'. A smile evaded Morris' face. This was a perfect reason to make Kevin leave. He pulled out his phone and started to record him. If Mia sees this evidence, he will divorce Kevin. “Where are you, Kevin?” Alessia asked excitedly. She just couldn't wait to see Kevin again. “I'm in Falcone state.” “Falcone state?” Alessia repeated, somehow shocked. “Where in Falcone state are you? Because I searched everywhere and I couldn't find you.” Kevin smiled softly. Well, Alessia wouldn't have been able to see him when he was always in the house 24/7 working. He was a house husband anyway. “Where are you, Little cat? Tell me and I will find you as soon as possible.” “I'm currently at Phoenix Plazza. I head the place now,” she explained. Kevin has heard about the Phoenix Plaza several times from Mia and he knew that it was headed by Alessia Anderson, the most successful businesswoman in Falcone state. Even though the name sounded familiar then, Kevin couldn't place where he had heard it from. But what people didn't know was that Alessia Anderson was the known General Tiger of the Phoenix. “I will be there soon. Just give me an hour, I will meet you there,” he assured. “Alright, Boss!” Kevin smiled at this and hung up. It wasn't like Alessia loved calling him ‘boss’. She was merely teasing him. He placed the phone in his pocket and remembered that he was initially bleeding. He stepped inside the bathroom and washed the blood off his face. The bleeding has stopped now actually. He saw some glasses sticking out of his head. He pulled them out successfully and stepped out again. He was going to see Alessia Anderson. Morris was still hiding in a corner, waiting to see what Kevin would do. When Kevin stepped out of the bathroom and moved towards the front door, he stepped out and followed him quietly. The door of the meeting room opened suddenly, putting a stop to Morris' obsession. Mia and Mendy stepped out with a smile on their faces. Mia was fast to see the broken table. Her first thought was where Kevin was and why he wasn't cleaning the lobby. She looked up and saw Kevin walking towards the front door. “Kevin!” She called quickly before he would open the door. Kevin stopped and turned to look at Mia. He didn't expect the meeting to be over so soon anyway. He wondered what Mia wanted again. But he nonetheless decided to move closer and see what it was all about. When Mia saw that Kevin was moving closer, she turned to Mendy. “Thank you, Mr Mendy, for having this meeting with me.” Mendy actually wanted to stay or invite her for lunch but he decided not to push his luck further. Instead, he made a hypocritical smile. “Alright then. I will see you later,” he bade his farewell and walked towards the front door. Mendy and Kevin walked past each other with the latter not forgetting to spare him a dirty stare and Kevin did as if he didn't even see him. “Where are you going, Kevin? Without tidying up this place? What do you think you are doing?” Mia bombarded him when he was close enough. Kevin sighed. “I need to meet a friend of mine.” Morris sneered from one side. He was tempted to give Mia the video and let her know who Kevin really wanted to go and meet but he seriously wanted to discuss it with Mendy first. So, he was going to give Mendy the video instead. “Well, this is important. Besides, Morris can clean it up since he caused it.” “Are you kidding me!” Morris snapped. Mia sighed, not at all in the mood to prolong the matter any further. She delved inside her bag instead and pulled out a card. She passed Kevin the card, “There are 10k dollars in the card. I need you to buy a nice gift for my grandmother. You know her birthday party is around the corner already. Just make sure you choose a nice gift. This is why I gave you a card with such a huge amount of money. 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2,253,675	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-20 20:24	active	1670	Read next chapter👉	“President, look at your ex-wife’s social media platform!” "Leaving the capital has nothing to do with me!" "In the photo, she is holding a child who looks very similar to you. Doesn't it matter?" He immediately dropped the document and rushed out! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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2,253,520	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-20 20:24	active	1670	Read next chapter👉	“President, look at your ex-wife’s social media platform!” "Leaving the capital has nothing to do with me!" "In the photo, she is holding a child who looks very similar to you. Doesn't it matter?" He immediately dropped the document and rushed out! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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2,254,612	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2254184}'	Yes	2024-10-20 21:24	active	1671	😍Read the next chapters👉	At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she’s really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don’t need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother. She’s made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estate’s affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn’t want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She’s straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you’ll be in separate wings. She won’t compete with you for control of the household. She doesn’t care about those things.” “Do you really think I’m attached to managing this household?” Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett’s mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligations—all these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. “Enough, I won’t argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,” said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. “My lady, my lord was too much!” said Lulu, Carissa’s maid, wiping her tears away. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?” Lulu held her forehead and gasped. “But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.” Tears finally welled up in Carissa’s eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. You’re the only child I have left.” Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissa’s youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmother’s and mother’s gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissa’s mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, you’ll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, I’ll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissa’s eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my family’s achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I’ll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa’s expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I’m that silly? If I manage to reach the king, I’ll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "It’s Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, let’s go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrett’s father, Jonathan, didn’t fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebecca’s room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "You’re here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. You’re the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadn’t expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. She’s rather rough around the edges and doesn’t compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, it’s a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isn’t that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But it’s quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The king’s edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, she’s a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials can’t be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebecca’s expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, you’ve always been sensible. Now that you’ve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Aurora’s contributions in this battle were greater than Barrett’s. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissa’s tone remained chilly as she said, "If they’re husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Aren’t you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. I’ll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "I’m still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how you’ve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebecca’s medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebecca’s medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her family’s business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didn’t mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "That’s settled, then. I’ll hand over the accounts tomorrow and won’t be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, you’re being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissa’s compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissa’s expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isn’t even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterly… unsensible of her. "Take off that dress you’re wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serena’s cheeks flushed with anger. "I didn’t beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you don’t want me to have it." "Fine. And don’t forget the jewelry you’re wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! “She’ll come around. She doesn’t have any other choice,” Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasn’t like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissa’s heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and mother—their corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estate’s family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parents’ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. “Dad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. It’s not that I don’t want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.” Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, “My lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks you’re here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didn’t eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?” “I’m not hungry.” The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not worth getting sick over. Why don’t we just let it go? After all, you’re still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, she’ll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?” Lulu pleaded. Carissa’s gaze was cold. “Lulu, if you’re going to talk like that, don’t speak at all.” Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t see her. The edict has been issued, and I can’t take it back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.” “If we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivan’s contributions surpass all others,” Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivan’s third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissa’s situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Carissa bowed once again.	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2,257,175	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":true,"simple_request_ratio":0.005263157894736842,"is_bh_selenium":null,"selenium_ratio":null,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-10-20 21:25	active	1671	{{product.name}}	Las Vegas! The biggest throwback Halloween party ever is this Saturday at Brooklyn Bowl. Dress up in costume and dance to your favs from Kesha, Pitbull, Usher, Rihanna, and more.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.ticketmaster.com/club-90s-presents-200	Club 90s	https://www.facebook.com/club90sla/	44,921	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	ticketmaster.com	DCO	Buy Club 90's Presents: 2000's Halloween tickets at the Brooklyn Bowl Las Vegas in Las Vegas, NV for Oct 26, 2024 at Ticketmaster.	https://www.ticketmaster.com/club-90s-presents-2000s-halloween-las-vegas-nevada-10-26-2024/event/1700613399CB1B42	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464020733_1186299789124306_3917965646624608817_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-2Ffv18QBEgQ7kNvgG2KMea&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_XSEOfHqfoP5ylGRY0iwzK&oh=00_AYDQxiJGNoDpVTjg4hwz6hRguVkerfDCm3mh1pB5JELxdQ&oe=671B8474	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Club 90s	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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