Confucius Ads Library: Ads

Ads for foobar on 2024-10-23

Id	Vlad	Saved	Scrape Time	Status	Scrape Result	Title	Body	Cta Type	Link Url	Page Name	Page Profile Uri	Page Like Count	Enddate	Cta Text	Caption	Display Format	Link Description	Link Url	Creation Time	Page Profile Picture Url	Page Entity Type	Page Is Profile Page	Current Page Name	Startdate	Actions
2,273,477	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2273461}'	No	2024-10-23 20:09	active	1681		Going against his family’s objections, Dave Judd insists on taking Hazel Judd under his wing. However, Kelly Judd beats and humiliates Hazel, forcing her to give up her chance to study at Havor College by threatening her with tuition fees. Hazel is then sent to a vocational school, and her spot at Havor College is given to Kelly’s daughter, Nancy Judd.	LEARN_MORE	https://fb.dramabox.com/db_land_page/DILPF1050104.	DramaBox- movies&drama	https://www.facebook.com/DramaBoxMoviesDrama/	7,044,838	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fb.dramabox.com	VIDEO		https://fb.dramabox.com/db_land_page/DILPF1050104.html?language=en&timestamp=1729681892391&channelCode=DILPF1050104&bid=41000106888&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&ad_group_name={{adset.name}}&ad_group_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464307741_8397195340378862_4997235498321938019_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=o3RuXYXfrp4Q7kNvgFaz0_B&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_fEco-OUCau8iuYq3C4WSF&oh=00_AYDWHajNyV-acmx-kGBGGsBbluIa-lhwzBDQVBKxI-Udyg&oe=671F7DDC	PERSON_PROFILE	0	DramaBox- movies&drama	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,273,580	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-23 20:10	active	1681	Beth Dutton Exclusive Western Cowboy Hat	Beth Dutton's exclusive Western Cowboy Hat is handcrafted from high-quality 100% wool felt for a sturdy finish and unique style.💕✨It's the perfect replica for all Beth fans to wear!	SHOP_NOW	https://craftsmanhat.com/products/beth-dutton-excl	Craftsman hat	https://www.facebook.com/100095015983749/	7,375	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	craftsmanhat.com	IMAGE	At Craftsman hat we are passionate about tradition and technology. Over the years, we have been working with craftsmen who have preserved hundreds of years of local cultural techniques and craftsmanship, using modern technology to create beautiful and unique hats that are sold all over the world.	https://craftsmanhat.com/products/beth-dutton-exclusive-western-cowboy-hat	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464147553_909470053851503_5724761198758794623_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ajw4qA7UWZkQ7kNvgHc46lA&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AagPrHZfWZ2Rnp0b7sOV4NL&oh=00_AYAyX8I-RxiPbMtYPJLAk_HeRF4bn_kou0Fq5ErsGApBSA&oe=671F6E38	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Craftsman hat	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,273,594	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2273560}'	No	2024-10-23 20:10	active	1681	Free worldwide shipping	This is how you wear summer colors in the Fall 😍😍😍 Find this look at Kelly Obi New York 30% OFF SITEWIDE. Code ChooseJoy30 FREE Worldwide Shipping 🚚 14 day returns 🛍 Buy now, pay later🙂	SHOP_NOW	https://kellyobi.com/collections/theestylishp_yell	Kelly Obi New York	https://www.facebook.com/KellyObiNewYork/	17,884	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	kellyobi.com	DCO	Kelly Obi New York	https://kellyobi.com/collections/theestylishp_yellow_look	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464273193_1492240014824608_4222252800352298102_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Fg-weCAy2WYQ7kNvgGgyMHv&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AOrfOfA8x2MeznFSS51-8r-&oh=00_AYDOm8Mlf6nA03zuD0l3pzcNGGjJpwDbxMWR-YIIp-5URg&oe=671F8446	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Kelly Obi New York	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,274,029	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-23 20:17	active	1681		664 516 5533 Cubetas Americanas Antimoho,Lavabilidad 100%, Plástificadas, USO interiores/exteriores, Alto Poder de Cobertura, Acrílicas,Ahuladas. Selladas, 18.9 Litros.. GARANTIZADAS	WHATSAPP_MESSAGE	https://api.whatsapp.com/send	Pinturas Americanas Erick Ramirez	https://www.facebook.com/Erickramirez2020/	2,414	1969-12-31 18:00	Send WhatsApp message		MULTI_IMAGES		https://api.whatsapp.com/send	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464207593_518348507683658_1631144432184313507_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=jVGyYd4-ngkQ7kNvgHU_ELK&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AWXWmUzIhCaP65zIb9Ilvaz&oh=00_AYBtbxmpNQ91xxd1ikoXAn4NPcjcax3icX7gDnPxnlv5lA&oe=671F5DEC	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Pinturas Americanas Erick Ramirez	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,272,227	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-23 19:48	active	1680	Sequoia TRD Pro + $50,000! Will You Be Our Winner?	🚨𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐢𝐚 𝐓𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐫𝐨 + 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺 Imagine All The Awesome Off-Roading Trips You Will Have With This '24 Sequoia TRD Pro Hybrid + Off-Grid Trailer And $50,000 cash! You Could Be Our Next Winner!	SIGN_UP	https://forged4x4.com/special/rugged/order?utm_sou	Forged4x4	https://www.facebook.com/Forged4x4/	37,118	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	forged4x4.com	VIDEO		https://forged4x4.com/special/rugged/order?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{adset.name}}&utm_term=vm_fb&utm_creative={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464295554_1211954403410078_6489450997872411640_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=I00XljaZfsgQ7kNvgFrguem&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AIpphhjVaBNlhMwJd4ME08u&oh=00_AYBBrHeTKaeLMXOOlCPBdKwHC2v39VOzu3r3EZMWa6Vl9g&oe=671F5C0D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Forged4x4	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,273,579	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2273577}'	No	2024-10-23 20:10	active	1681	❤️Click to read more exciting content❤️	Chapter 1 A Perfect Puppet The heat was suffocating, and in the murky confines of the room, Cynthia Stewart's mind swirled with confusion as she found herself entwined with a stranger. Suddenly, her shoulder was clamped in an iron grip. Before her was a man with noble bearing and sharp features, his expression a blend of restrained fury and unbridled desire, as he held her captive on the bed. "I'd rather die than fall for someone like you," Murray Fisher spat, his words dripping with contempt. As Cynthia's world threatened to go black, Murray's grip unexpectedly loosened, and a searing pain pierced her. Throughout the encounter, his demeanor never wavered—cold, detached, his eyes filled with disdain. When it was over, Murray rose from the bed, the faint light casting shadows on his sculpted back as he moved. Cynthia curled into herself, her body aching, bruised. "Who are you?" she whispered, voice trembling. "Why did you drug me?" Murray scoffed, his fingers biting into her wrist. "Drug you? You've been scheming to trap me like this for years. Thought you finally pulled it off, didn't you?" Cynthia's shock was palpable. "You think I drugged you?" Murray straightened up, his clothes disheveled as he loomed over her, radiating menace. "Cheryl Stewart, did you really think kidnapping Sheila and pulling this pathetic stunt would win me over? Be grateful she's unharmed—because if she wasn't, you'd be dead by now," he snapped. Cynthia was bewildered, lost in the chaos of his accusations. But the ache in her body reminded her she needed to call for help. Before she could reach for her phone, Murray grabbed her again, pulling her close, his face twisted with a bitter smile. "Calling the cops on your own husband? Really, Cheryl? Is that your latest game?" "Husband?" Cynthia's mind reeled. She was unmarried, yet somehow she found herself with a husband she didn't remember having. And he kept calling her Cheryl. That was her sister's name. Murray seemed oblivious to her confusion. He straightened his collar, his eyes drifting to the bloodstain on the sheets. "I'll admit, I'm shocked you were still a virgin," he said with a sneer. With a snap of his fingers, Kelly, the housekeeper, appeared, her hands trembling as she presented the contraceptives. "Mr. Fisher, this pill is potent, and Mrs. Fisher's constitution is frail," Kelly cautioned, but Murray disregarded her, taking the pill and approaching the bed. He held Cynthia's chin firmly, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, devoid of any warmth. "She is undeserving of bearing my child," he snapped, his voice cold. Cynthia fought, but she was no match for his strength. Forced to look up, she watched in horror as he forced her to take the pill. Cynthia gasped and choked, coughing violently. "You don't love her, and you're hurting her for another woman. You're despicable, not even worth mentioning in her life," she said. Murray's brow furrowed. "What are you muttering about?" "I want a divorce." Cynthia pushed Murray away with all her might and fled the estate in a panic. At the mention of divorce, a flicker of astonishment crossed Murray's icy facade. He couldn't believe that Cheryl, who had been begging for his love just a short time ago, was now the one suggesting they dissolve their marriage. Cynthia dashed into the Stewart residence, her heart pounding in her chest. Her father, Donald Stewart, was pacing anxiously as she entered. He gripped her arms tightly, his voice a desperate whisper. "Did Murray suspect you?" His eyes were wild, his words rushed. "No one's the wiser about you and Cheryl being twins. You're doppelgangers, and even I can't tell you apart. Murray couldn't have known." It all clicked for Cynthia in that moment. Her dad, who had been gone for years, had called her in from the outskirts. She remembered a weird smell on the ride over, and then she woke up in Murray's house, right in front of the guy who had forced himself on her so brutally. "Dad, did you drug us? Did you send me to Murray intentionally? Why would you do such a thing?" Cynthia asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. Donald stood, hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of cunning and contempt. That contempt was directed at Cynthia. "Why? For the Stewart family!" Donald declared, his voice echoing with a chilling determination. "If Cheryl hadn't vanished, I wouldn't have come to you. Everything we have is tied to the Fishers. They hold our fate in their hands. Cheryl can disappear, she can die, but Murray's wife must survive, must keep bringing benefits to the Stewart name!" A harsh reality hit Cynthia hard. Her sister had disappeared, and her own future was a big question mark. But her dad didn't care about their safety. He just wanted someone to do what the family needed, and it looked like he'd picked Cynthia for the job. Donald muttered to himself, "Cynthia, for now, you have to embody Murray's wife. Until Cheryl returns, you are her." "From the day Cheryl and I were born, you saw us as cursed. You sent me away, even told the world I didn't exist. If the Stewart family only has one daughter, then why am I involved?" Donald maintained his composure, his tone casual as he inquired, "You're aware that Mike's company is losing money hand over fist, but are you aware of the illicit activities he's been involved in behind the scenes?" Cynthia's steps faltered at the mention of Mike Xenakis, her boyfriend. "Dad, what are you implying?" Cynthia asked. She had noticed some shady transactions, but Mike had said they were investments from friends. Now she realized it was more complicated than that. Seeing her hesitate, a sly smile crept onto Donald's lips, "My dear daughter, let's strike a deal. If you play your sister's role convincingly and maintain the facade as Murray's wife, keeping the alliance between our families intact, that damning evidence will never see the light of day. You and Mike will both be safe." Cynthia remembered Mike's tender promise that once his business took off, he would marry her in a grand ceremony. She knew her refusal now would come with a price—a risk that she and Mike could end up stuck in her dad's control forever. When Cynthia looked into Donald's eyes, she felt suspicious and scared. It was like she was facing pure evil, a darkness that matched the man who had given her life. After much hesitation, Cynthia gritted her teeth and agreed to the deal. She paused to gather her thoughts, then questioned, "The Fishers rule this city, and Murray Fisher, their leader, became a billionaire by 23. He's tough, distant, and always suspicious. Do we really have a chance to fool him?" Chapter 2 Sheila's Facade Donald's voice echoed with a tinge of arrogance. "No one knows about Cheryl and Cynthia, the twin sisters. It's just our secret." His words hung in the air, but then they heard footsteps coming their way. The door opened, and there was Murray, looking as dark and stormy as a night-time ocean, leading a woman wrapped in a white fur coat. Sheila Baker hid behind Murray, shaking when she saw Cynthia. "Murray, I'm so scared," she said softly, her voice just a whisper. Murray offered a comforting touch, then turned his glacial stare onto Cynthia. "Cheryl, you've got the nerve to propose a divorce. Think about what that could cause." He loomed over Cynthia, his voice a mix of mockery and strange protectiveness for Sheila. Donald got nervous and quickly tried to fix things with Murray. "Murray, please ignore Cheryl's talk. She's just upset and not thinking straight." Sheila clung to Murray's arm, her eyes wide with a feigned innocence as she locked gazes with Cynthia. "I've always thought of Cheryl like a sister. I don't get why she dislikes me so much. Even though she had me kidnapped and tried to... harm me, I don't hold it against her." With a soft tug on Murray's sleeve, Sheila continued, "Murray, Cheryl cares so much about her pride. Please don't let her be embarrassed in public." She sounded sincere, but it was clear she was trying to make herself look like the one who had been hurt. Cynthia met Sheila's gaze with a mixture of scorn and mockery, seeing right through Sheila's tricks. "You're well aware of Murray's marriage to me, and yet you pushed yourself into our relationship. Now you're trying to play the wronged victim?" Sheila's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembled with each word. "It's not as it seems between Murray and me," she insisted, but her fake innocence broke down as she started to cry. Cynthia, her tone laced with biting sarcasm, pressed further. "If you think of me as your sister, then Murray should be your brother-in-law, right?" Murray's attention shifted between Cynthia's unyielding defiance and Sheila's tears. He spoke with authority. "Cheryl, apologize." Cynthia stood her ground, unshaken, as the actions were Cheryl's, not hers. "I won't apologize for what I haven't done." Donald, in his quest to appease Murray, barked at Cynthia. "Cheryl, bow and apologize to Ms. Baker." Cynthia's brow furrowed in a display of sheer defiance. "I am the legitimate wife. Why should I bow down to the intruder?" The slap from Donald was sudden and severe. "Cheryl, this is your final warning. Bow and apologize." Cynthia inhaled deeply, her spirit unbroken. "I shall never bow to the interloper!" Donald's face turned pale as he held a riding crop, watching Murray's reaction. "My word is law in the Stewart family. To go against me is to go against all of us. Will you obey, or not?" Cynthia's expression remained stoic. Pushed into this crazy situation and now being forced to the edge of embarrassment, she couldn't help but think about how tough life must have been for Cheryl. "Never!" Cynthia declared firmly, her voice resolute. The riding crop came down hard, hitting the back of Cynthia's legs over and over. Each hit left red marks, making a scary picture. Cynthia's face got pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. The pain in her legs was too much, and it made her feel numb all over. She couldn't stand anymore and fell down on one knee. Murray looked at Cynthia, seeing the bad shape her legs were in and how strong her spirit was. For a short moment, he seemed unsure if he should keep going. Then, he walked away from Cynthia without showing any feelings. As Murray disappeared from view, Sheila's facade of innocence crumbled, replaced by a smirk as she leaned into Cynthia's personal space. "Cheryl, you're fighting for something that's not yours. Murray's heart belongs to me. Deep down, you know you can't beat me." Her eyes, once a picture of innocence, now shimmered with a cunning malice as she continued, "I have a little secret for you. I've been ahead of you all along. Your kidnapping scheme? I was aware, but I played along. I'm going to use it to reveal your true self to Murray." Cynthia, undeterred, clutched Sheila's necklace, drawing her close. "Seems like you've made a misstep too, haven't you?" Sheila's confusion was momentary. "What are you getting at?" A cold smile graced Cynthia's lips. "You risked it all, hoping I'd take the bait, but your real aim was to turn Murray against me." Her grip shifted to Sheila's chin, taunting, "But it didn't work out that way. Even now, Murray's not leaving or hurting me. It appears I hold a special place in his heart that you could only dream of." Sheila's face flushed with anger, but she was struck dumb. She sensed a steel in Cheryl she'd never seen before, a departure from the woman who might have once lashed out in a fit of rage. "Don't kid yourself. Murray's keeping you around to make you repent for your sins," Sheila snapped before making her dramatic exit, the click of her heels marking her departure. Donald's stern warning rang in Cynthia's ears as she left. "Stay clear of Murray and Sheila. Keep your pride in check, no matter what." Back at the Fisher residence, Cynthia sat on the couch, her brow furrowed in thought. The life of luxury she'd envisioned for Cheryl was a stark contrast to the reality. A servant interrupted her thoughts. "Mrs. Fisher, it's time." Cynthia, puzzled, inquired, "Time for what?" "To prepare Mr. Fisher's bath and dinner," the servant replied. Cynthia gestured to herself, her face etched with disbelief. "Me? Wait on that madman? After he's done with his romantic tryst? I must be out of my mind. I'm his wife, not his servant." The servant bowed. "Mrs. Fisher, these are the tasks you've always taken care of for Mr. Fisher." Cynthia rubbed her forehead as she muttered to herself, "Cheryl, what are you after, stooping to this level?" Even though they weren't close, seeing her sister treated this way left a bitter taste. "I'm done with this. Handle the bath and dinner yourself," Cynthia said, brushing off the servant with a wave of her hand. "Got it," the servant agreed, noting the change in their mistress since her return. 'Has she finally seen the light?' the servant wondered. Sheila soon appeared, draped in a white bathrobe, her tone demanding as she addressed Cynthia. "Cheryl, have you prepared the bath? I'm in the mood for a rose petal soak today." "Ms. Baker, I'll see to the bathwater—" the servant began. Cynthia cut in with a mischievous grin. "Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of it so you and your..." She paused, catching herself before the insult slipped out. "So you'll have a lovely bath to enjoy." Though she had no intention of doing so, the sight of Sheila, provocatively draped in a bathrobe, was too much for Cynthia to bear. She was determined to give this couple a 'surprise' they wouldn't forget. Chapter 3 Master Of Hypnosis Sheila's departure was marked by a smirk. "Cheryl, I'm really looking forward to that," she said, her voice a melody of feigned innocence. Cynthia's response was a smile that held the mystery of the night. "Let's see if that smile stays when the curtain falls," she remarked, her tone a whisper of things to come. The servant, ever the picture of loyalty, hesitated. "Mrs. Fisher, perhaps I should be the one to prepare it." "Absolutely not," Cynthia replied, her laughter a chilling melody. "I have a special bath to prepare for my 'beloved' husband and his playmate." The servant was puzzled, her face a blank page waiting to be filled with questions. Normally, the Mrs. Fisher she knew would be seething and grumbling about this task. But today, the woman was a different story, all bright and bubbly, like she was looking forward to something big. As the bathwater began to fill the tub, Sheila entered the bathroom, her head tilted in a pose of feigned innocence. "Cheryl, I'm accustomed to having someone attend to my every need while I bathe. You'll stay and serve me." Cynthia nodded, her compliance an unexpected twist in the tale. "As you wish, Sheila." Sheila felt a surge of victory. She spoke with the confidence of someone who thought she ruled everything, "Cheryl, if you had understood your position, things with Murray would have been easier for you. "The title of Mrs. Fisher isn't for you. Soon, I'll be the lady of this house, and that important man will be with me." With a show-off move, Sheila took off her robe and dropped her underwear at Cynthia's feet, like she was giving her a hard task. "Wash these by hand, okay?" But as Sheila stepped into the tub, her smile turned to a grimace. A sharp pain pierced her foot, and she found herself standing on shards of glass hidden in the water. "Cheryl, you did this on purpose!" Sheila's anger was a storm ready to break as she raised her hand to strike. But Cynthia was quick, grabbing Sheila's wrist with the skill of a bird catching its prey. "Sheila, whether I keep my title or not is still up in the air. But as long as I'm around, you won't get it. Don't test me. You don't know what I can do." Then, with a quick motion, Cynthia threw Sheila's underwear into the toilet, a clear sign that she was done with the challenge. Sheila seethed, ready to pounce, when a noise from outside interrupted her. Seizing the moment, she clutched Cynthia's hand and sneered, "Cheryl, I really want to know what you can do." As she spoke, Sheila staged a dramatic fall, making it look like Cynthia had shoved her. Lying on the floor, she cried out, acting like the victim. "Why, Cheryl? Why are you doing this to me?" Murray stormed into the bathroom, catching the tail end of the scene. Sheila was a picture of fragility and pain, while Cynthia stood by, unscathed. Murray's face darkened as his gaze fell on Sheila's injured foot and the tub of filth. "Cheryl, when will this end?" Cynthia just smiled at Murray. "I was figuring out her little act. Now it's clear—she's got you here to defend her." Murray's scorn was evident. "Enjoying your little prank? Why not be a part of it?" With that, he grabbed Cynthia and tossed her into the muck. Cynthia hit the tub, and the water closed over her head. The glass cut her, staining the water red, a stark contrast to the rose petals floating above. Murray was clearly surprised when he saw how risky the situation was. He thought Cynthia would cry and complain like Sheila, but Cynthia stayed quiet, with many cuts on her body. Before he could react, Cynthia had him by the collar, pulling him down into the chaos with her. Murray fell in with a splash, ending up in a heap with Cynthia. His knee ended up against her, hands gripping the tub's edge to keep from going under, and in the chaos, his lips brushed her forehead. Cynthia's clothes clung to her, revealing her curves as the water soaked through. The way they were twisted together in the tub was anything but innocent. Sheila watched from the sidelines, her eyes ablaze with jealousy. She made a big show of being upset and threw herself back, like she was knocked down by what she saw. "Sheila!" Murray's breath hitched in his throat as Sheila's body went limp. With a rough shove, he sent Cynthia sprawling, her body left to cradle the bruises in the tub. Ignoring her, he bolted from the room carrying Sheila who only had a small cut on her foot. Cynthia, calm and quiet, got out of the red water and the broken glass. She cleaned her cuts quickly and efficiently, then left the bathroom. "Mrs. Fisher, you're bleeding," Kelly gasped, her hands guiding Cynthia to the sofa with a motherly insistence. As she applied the salve, her gaze never left Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia felt a rare sense of comfort in Kelly's care, a kindness she hadn't found anywhere else in the Fisher residence. The same concern that had been there for her in her darkest moments was just as soothing now. Kelly yawned as she took care of Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia noticed and asked kindly, "Kelly, have you been sleeping well?" Kelly sighed. "I can't sleep well, with bad dreams every night. Medicine doesn't really help. I guess it's just because I'm getting older." At this, Cynthia produced a delicate vintage pocket watch from her neck. "Let me help you with that, Kelly." She led Kelly into a quiet room and made the pocket watch swing gently from her hand. "Let your gaze rest upon the watch," she whispered, her voice a caress in the stillness. "Feel the pull of sleep as it wraps around you." Kelly's eyes got heavier as she watched the watch's swing. Cynthia's voice became like a lullaby, promising a good night's sleep. "Tonight, your dreams will be quiet, and you'll sleep deeply and peacefully." Soon, Kelly was fast asleep. Cynthia put the pocket watch away, feeling good about helping Kelly. She had returned a kindness, a small act in a world where such gestures were rare. As she stole back to her room, the sight of Sheila with a vial of sleeping pills caught her eye. "What's with the pills?" Cynthia inquired of a passing servant. "It's for Mr. Fisher," the servant replied in hushed tones. "His insomnia is severe, and he hasn't slept for seven days. "The doctors of Eusburg are stumped. Without sleep, his life hangs by a thread. There's only one man who might help, Mr. Stewart, the master of hypnosis. But Mr. Fisher dislikes anyone with the surname Stewart, and thus Mr. Stewart has never been called upon." Cynthia's gaze fell to her own injuries, a mirror to the disregard she and her sister Cheryl faced at Murray's hands. She might not claim kinship with Cheryl, but she would not suffer the indignity of her sister's mistreatment. A cold laugh escaped her. "Murray, I have a surprise for you. You're about to learn why Mr. Stewart's talents are not to be taken lightly." With a plan in mind, Cynthia went to Murray's room. She leaned against the door and yawned. "Sleeping pills won't fix your problem." Murray's fury was palpable, his exhaustion clear. "Get out!" Sheila attempted to soothe the waves, her voice sharp. "Cheryl, this is no time for games. Murray is in no state for disturbance." Cynthia's focus never left Murray. "I can end your sleepless nights." Disbelief clouded Murray's face. "Cheryl, do you understand the price of your lies?" Cynthia's response was a challenge. "And if I can?"	LEARN_MORE	https://fqwebsite.novellairs.com/share/middle/jp2c	NovellairLifestyle	https://www.facebook.com/61555763895287/	852	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fqwebsite.novellairs.com	VIDEO		https://fqwebsite.novellairs.com/share/middle/jp2ch24tsns4e0wwue3okw34?campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463866713_559847759914050_4211928510702795446_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ttWi41Za_N4Q7kNvgEuV33n&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AagPrHZfWZ2Rnp0b7sOV4NL&oh=00_AYBnLuNCYzc-a48DqXI_Esw5B8VhcKWzFdg2Vvv_NkVPUw&oe=671F5FDA	PERSON_PROFILE	0	NovellairLifestyle	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,276,363	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2274970}'	No	2024-10-23 20:50	active	1682	🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉	💔Everyone in Norvania knew who Nathan Morrison was. But nobody knew I was his wife. More sadly, when I was tortured by criminals, he was sleeping with another woman...	LEARN_MORE	https://theryfhvn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1102	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	826	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	theryfhvn.com	VIDEO	😍Read the next chapters👉	https://theryfhvn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11024&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/450692266_1227429912029785_4807488865984714722_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cm_DljXefTIQ7kNvgGR0xzy&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AEVHVv_FX-0trh-MH-PiiQI&oh=00_AYB9nn4uWV9soZVmGPL7tEFvu8WCYxL6nin18TvPtIC_IQ&oe=671F749E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,273,280	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2273422}'	No	2024-10-23 20:06	active	1681	Join Us Today and Start Your Journey to Wellness!	👀We’ve never done this before… We’re putting together a special deal for a small handful of people in the Franklin area. For just $14, get 14 days of unlimited access to our Infrared Room and a variety of restorative, high-energy, and full-body workouts designed specifically for just like you! 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Feel the rejuvenating power of infrared heat for recovery and relaxation. 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬: Strengthen and tone your core with focused, effective exercises. 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧: Burn calories with high-energy spin sessions that leave you feeling empowered. 𝐘𝐨𝐠𝐚 & 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡: Increase flexibility, improve balance, and calm your mind. 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Build lean muscle and boost metabolism with dynamic resistance workouts. 𝐁𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠: Get your heart pumping with full-body boxing sessions for strength and cardio. With just 14 days for $14, you can explore our unique offerings and experience the transformation for yourself. Say goodbye to stress and hello to relaxation! If you're interested, please click the button below to register your interest	APPLY_NOW	http://fb.me/	The Infrared Room	https://www.facebook.com/theinfraredroom/	112	1969-12-31 18:00	Apply Now	fb.me	DCO		http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462501339_1465260734147334_8714496480344164736_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=hbIQCzqM2oIQ7kNvgGkWe48&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A5qKLMN0NOePLutZ5YAr4S2&oh=00_AYDHM0R_iAoMm551WFaihVC--RvO_Fpp8X0KngYp_y4ONw&oe=671F5032	PERSON_PROFILE	0	The Infrared Room	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,278,471	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2278469}'	No	2024-10-23 21:01	active	1683	🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉	Chapter 1 Theresa Cohen saw Hansel Zimmer again in Northville in October. She was there for a year-long work assignment, and the cold had already gripped the city. Theresa arrived late at almost 11:00 pm. Shortly after she stepped off the plane and made her way through the airport, Hansel called and asked where she was. "I'm at Gate A," she replied. "I'll be there soon." Before long, Theresa noticed a man approaching from a distance. He was tall and upright, dressed in training gear. His demeanor was even more composed and mature. With his neatly cropped hair and well-defined facial features, his chiseled jawline and serious expression gave him a distinctive appearance. His eyes, while seemingly calm, carried a sense of aloofness. Theresa couldn't help but tense up. It had been long since she last saw Hansel, and to say she wasn't nervous would be a lie. Hansel's gaze settled on her, and his deep voice broke the silence. "Have you been waiting long?" She shook her head, trying to sound casual. "No. I just got here." As Theresa wasn't dressed warmly enough, her face was flushed from the cold, and her eyes glistened with a certain innocence. Hansel stared at her for a moment, his expression calm but carrying a subtle intensity. "Let's go," he finally said, taking her suitcase and heading toward the exit. Theresa hurried to keep up with him. "Thank you for picking me up." "It's no trouble." When they got into the car, Hansel turned on the heater. The warmth was a relief, but Theresa still felt uneasy. She sat stiffly with her hands neatly folded on her lap while Hansel started the car and pulled away from the airport. Having just landed in Northville, Theresa planned to stay at a hotel for the night and report for work at the hospital the following morning. After a few minutes of silence, Hansel spoke up. "You're staying in Northville for a year?" "Yes." "Do you have a place to stay?" "I'll stay at a hotel for now. The hospital will assign me a dorm later." Hansel's grip on the steering wheel tightened for a brief moment, then he said, "I have a place in the city center. I'm rarely there. You can move in for the time being." Theresa instinctively declined, "That's not necessary." Hansel glanced into the rearview mirror, his tone firm. "It's a ten-minute walk from the hospital." She fidgeted slightly, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. "I don't want to impose—" He cut her off, "Your family asked me to look after you." The implication was clear—he was simply helping her because of family obligations, nothing more. Theresa bit her lip. She wanted to keep a distance from Hansel. If it hadn't been for her family arranging for him to pick her up from the airport, she wouldn't have even told him she was coming to Northville. "What if your girlfriend comes over? Wouldn't it be inconvenient?" If she remembered correctly, Hansel did have a girlfriend. "Who told you that?" he asked. "No one," Theresa quickly replied. Hansel paused. "Don't worry about it. Just stay at my place." "Then, how about I pay you monthly rent and utilities? Would that be okay?" After all, they weren't actually family and had no blood relation. Theresa didn't feel right taking advantage of him. "Theresa." Hansel's voice suddenly deepened as he uttered her name, startling her. Theresa's pulse quickened, and she felt a rush of unease. "When did you start being so formal with me?" Theresa's heart skipped a beat, and she wanted to shrink away. In the end, she said nothing. Thankfully, Hansel didn't press the matter further. He turned his attention back to the road. After a while, he asked, "Are you hungry?" "No. I ate on the plane," she answered. He didn't say anything else, and the rest of the drive passed in silence until they reached their destination an hour later. The place was a spacious three-bedroom duplex with central heating. It was clean, tidy, and decorated in cool tones—black, white, and gray—perfectly matching Hansel's style. After Hansel carried her suitcase upstairs, he said, "You can stay in the room upstairs. The housekeeper comes by occasionally to clean. There's a spare key hanging on the wall. If you need anything, just let me know." Theresa kept her tone polite and formal. "Thank you. I don't need anything right now." Hansel's gaze was dark, and though he appeared calm, something else lurked behind his eyes. "Get some rest. I'll be going now." "Alright, take care." The door closed with a soft click, and Theresa received a phone call from her friend, Anthony Garcia, almost immediately. "Have you arrived in Northville? Are you settled in?" "Yes, I'm settled." "Did Hansel pick you up?" "How did you know?" "He asked me about you. Since you'll be in Northville for one year and he lives there, I thought it might be helpful to have him around. So I told him." Theresa panicked a little. "Please don't tell him anything about me next time." "Why? Don't you like him?" Theresa felt her heart clench. "Let's drop it…" "Alright, I won't ask." Anthony added, "By the way, has Kaleb reached out to you?" The mention of Kaleb Brooks didn't faze Theresa. "No." Anthony probed gently, "Did you really break up with him?" "Yes." "Why?" If Theresa had to give a reason, Kaleb never really cared about her. It was Kaleb's birthday three months ago. She had thoughtfully prepared a gift and brought it to the party. However, before she could get into the room, she overheard their conversation. One of Kaleb's friends has asked him, "When are you going to marry Theresa? She's been around you like a puppy dog for so long. It should be soon, right?" Kaleb had then replied, "Just because she's a simp doesn't mean I want her. She's beneath me." "Kaleb, that's cold." His friends had laughed and teased him, while Kaleb remained indifferent as he remarked, "A woman like her is cheap." "Yeah, she should have more self-respect." That night, Theresa threw away the gift and sent Kaleb a breakup text before blocking his number. She never reached out to him again afterward. Before she blocked him, their last conversation had been her wishing him a happy birthday and all his wishes coming true. He hadn't even bothered to respond. Just then, the door suddenly clicked open, startling Theresa. She turned to see Hansel returning. As though having been caught red-handed, she hastily ended the phone call. Did he overhear her? She hoped the walls weren't that thin. Hansel's expression was as calm as ever. "I came back to grab something." "Okay." She quickly composed herself, but her eyes betrayed her lingering unease. Hansel quietly went into the room and, when he came out, Theresa was still standing there with her hands clasped behind her. She was leaning against the wall, nervousness written across her face. He said sullenly, "Call me if you need anything." Theresa looked down, avoiding his gaze. "Oh, okay." He was merely treating her like a younger relative, and Theresa's behavior showed that she was distant from him, even a little afraid. With that, Hansel gave her one last look before leaving. Once the door closed, he stood in the hallway and took a slow drag. The pale fog quickly dispersed into the air. He had heard everything Theresa had said on the phone. As he suspected, she didn't want anything to do with him. Not only that, but she was also making sure to keep her distance. Chapter 2 Theresa hadn't always avoided Hansel. In fact, she used to be very attached to him. Several years ago, just a few days before her father was set to marry Hansel's sister, she had gone to see him. But when she arrived at his place, she found him with another woman. The woman had her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he leaned down to her with a softness in his eyes that was foreign to Theresa. Hiding behind the door, she overheard the woman say in a coquettish voice, "Don't be mad at me anymore, okay? I won't make you angry again. Just don't go looking for other girls to upset me." Hansel asked casually, "What other girls?" "The girl from the Cohen family. Theresa, I think." "You're imagining things." "Then what's going on between the two of you? She's always hanging around you. It makes me jealous." "She's my future brother-in-law's daughter. Nothing is going on between us." "I see. So, you're just getting to know your future niece. Well then, when I meet her, she will have to treat me as her aunt, right?" … The next day, Theresa reported to the hospital and was assigned under Dr. David Lincoln's supervision. Alongside her were three other medical residents, including a girl named Lucy Reed, and two guys. Adjusting to the new environment left her with no time to breathe. The workload was intense, with constant overtime and never-ending tasks. Even break times were often rushed and irregular. During this period, Hansel didn't return to the duplex. The hospital provided dorms for the residents, and Theresa was paired with Lucy. Not wanting to stay at Hansel's place, she moved into the hospital dorm as soon as it was available. One evening, around 9:00 pm, Theresa received a call while on her way back to the dorm. It was Hansel. She hesitated momentarily before answering. "Hello?" "Did you move out?" He must have returned home and noticed her absence. She replied honestly, "Yes, I moved into the hospital dorm." "I told you to stay at Elmwood Estates," he said, referring to his duplex. "I didn't want to trouble you." "Theresa, are you avoiding me?" His straightforwardness stunned Theresa. He had seen right through her. She timidly denied it, "No." There was a brief pause before he asked, "Where are you now?" "At the dorm." "Why didn't you tell me?" Theresa quietly explained, "I didn't think it was a big issue. I'm sorry. I'll inform you next time." "Do you want me to call your dad?" Theresa became frantic. "Please don't call my dad." Travis Cohen would no doubt insist that she stay at Hansel's place. Hansel left no room for negotiation as he threatened, "If I don't see you at Elmwood Estates in an hour, I'll come to the hospital and help you move." Only Hansel would be able to make her feel this cornered. And he wasn't asking; he was commanding. Theresa believed Hansel was the type to follow through. … A short while later, Theresa returned to the dorm and began packing. She didn't have many clothes, just a lot of books, so it didn't take long. Lucy, fresh out of the shower, was drying her hair when she saw Theresa packing. She asked, "Where are you going this late?" Theresa hesitated before saying, "I'm moving out." "Why?" Theresa explained, "My family's worried about me and want me to stay with them." "Aren't you from Lyptus City? You have family in Northville?" After a brief pause, Theresa nodded. "Yes." "But do you really have to move out in the middle of the night? Why not wait until tomorrow?" "It's fine. I don't have much stuff anyway. I'll be done soon." "Your family really cares about you, huh?" … When Theresa returned to Elmwood Estates, Hansel wasn't there. She carried her suitcase upstairs, back to the room she had only stayed in for a day. Everything was just as she had left it—neatly arranged. Her heart pounded with anxiety and fear of Hansel's imminent return. As she waited, her nerves frayed with each passing moment. Then, she heard the sound of the front door opening downstairs, which sent a chill down her spine. She was feeling torn as to whether she should go downstairs. While she was still debating, there was a knock on her door. Hansel was standing right outside her room. When he first walked in and saw the shoes at the entrance, he immediately knew she had moved back. Seeing that the light under her door was off, he assumed she was asleep and decided to head back downstairs. Theresa heard the faint sound of him descending the stairs. In the quiet of the night, even the slightest noise felt magnified. Suddenly, her phone lit up with an Instagram notification. She checked it and saw a message from Hansel. Although they followed each other on the app, they hadn't communicated through it. And ever since they "became family," she had restricted his account. Hansel asked, "Are you asleep?" Theresa didn't reply, nor did she even open the chat. Instead, she stared at his profile picture for a long time. He seemed to have forgotten about this account, as it was the same profile picture from years ago, and he hadn't posted anything on his feed. Ten minutes later, he sent another message, possibly to reassure her and make her feel comfortable staying at his place. "I'm heading back to the military base." Theresa still didn't reply. She lay on her bed, unable to sleep the entire night. The next morning, Theresa went downstairs and saw two bags on the coffee table in the living room. They were filled with snacks and daily necessities. They must have been from Hansel. She didn't touch them and instead headed to the hospital. Several days passed without Theresa seeing Hansel, and she didn't contact him either. The days were exhausting, filled with overtime and sleepless nights, leaving her too tired to rest properly. By the time she got off work and returned to Elmwood Estates, she was so drained that she collapsed on the couch, too weak to even make it upstairs. When her best friend, Noelle Chandler, called, Theresa could barely manage a faint greeting. "Tessa, what's wrong with your voice? Are you okay?" Noelle immediately sensed something was off. "I'm not feeling well," Theresa mumbled, her head spinning, throat aching, and body weak. "Have you been really busy these past few days?" "Yeah, pulled a few all-nighters. I have a day off tomorrow, so I'll just sleep it off." "But you don't sound well. Maybe you should see a doctor?" Theresa didn't even want to move. She knew she was probably just coming down with something and figured she'd feel better after a good night's sleep. "No need. I'll be fine after some rest…" Her eyes grew heavy, and she slowly drifted off to sleep. "Hey? Tessa?" Noelle called out several more times, but Theresa didn't respond. … Theresa had a dream. She dreamed of the time when her parents had just divorced. Her father had rushed into a new relationship, buying a house and preparing for his wedding, while her mother had been hospitalized, hysterical. She had become a completely different person, screaming at Theresa and calling her ungrateful, heartless, and useless. Theresa awoke suddenly, tears blurring her vision. She felt someone gently wiping her tears away. Startled, her body tensed as her mind slowly cleared, and she began to make out the face of the person before her. Chapter 3 Hansel was sitting on the edge of the bed, his rough fingertips gently brushing against her face. When he saw her wake up, he didn't withdraw his hand but asked, "You're awake?" Theresa was momentarily stunned. Her face was still streaked with tears, and her voice was hoarse. "What happened to me?" His tone was somber. "You have a high fever. You've been asleep for a whole day." Hansel was still in his training gear, his lean frame and sharp features casting a serious, almost intimidating presence. He looked at her with dark, unreadable eyes and a stern expression. Theresa glanced around and realized she was in a ward of the hospital she worked at. "Why are you here?" She remembered falling asleep last night but had no recollection of how she got to the hospital. Hansel explained, "Zoey tried to call you last night but couldn't reach you. She called me, worried something might have happened to you." Upon receiving Zoey Zimmer's call, Hansel had rushed back to Elmwood Estates from the military base. As soon as he get in, he found Theresa curled up on the couch. Initially, he had thought she had merely dozed off. But when he saw her trembling and her cheeks flushed unnaturally, he realized she had a fever. Thus, he immediately took her to the hospital. After the doctor examined her, she slowly regained consciousness and cried out several times, calling for her mother and apologizing repeatedly. "I'm sorry for troubling you," Theresa said hoarsely. Hansel's brows furrowed, his voice tinged with coldness. "Is that all you can say? You're a medical student, yet you didn't think to see a doctor? "Do you not understand the consequences of a fever? Should I have to teach you that too?" Theresa knew she had overexerted herself in adjusting to the new environment, constantly staying up late and dealing with jet lag. She felt terrified and intimidated by Hansel. After all, he came from a military background and was especially fearsome when he wasn't speaking. Theresa couldn't bring herself to look at him; even breathing felt difficult. When Hansel moved closer, his presence became overwhelming. His gaze was deep and unreadable. While keeping her eyes down, Theresa noticed the glint of his belt buckle and felt a tightening in her body. She struggled to speak. "I'm sorry…" Her fear was palpable, and she gripped her pants tightly. "From now on, I'll come by every day. Even when I'm not here, the housekeeper will look after you." Theresa's heart raced, and a shiver ran down her spine. She hurriedly protested, "You don't have to go through all that trouble…" Hansel's voice was unyielding. "Theresa, do I need to repeat myself?" The sense of inevitability made her throat dry, and she couldn't make a sound. Hansel began, "You used to be so clingy—" "Uncle Hansel!" blurted Theresa. The room fell into a chilling silence. Theresa didn't dare look at Hansel's expression. Her eyes were still wet with tears, and a sharp pain twisted inside her. The thought of what he had almost said made her wish she could disappear on the spot. Some things were better left buried deep inside. Back then, when she said those words to him, they had nothing serious going on between them. Her parents hadn't divorced yet, and she could say whatever she wanted without consequence. But everything had changed. "Forget what I said before. I was young and didn't know any better," she said, feeling Hansel's intense gaze bored into her. She could barely keep her eyes open, afraid to meet his stare. Just when she felt like she might suffocate, the ringing of a phone broke the heavy silence. Hansel glanced at the screen, stood up, and went out to take the call. As he left, the tension in Theresa's body finally began to ease. Chapter 4 Theresa didn't dare to dwell on what Hansel was about to say earlier, afraid of crossing an invisible line, particularly when he mentioned that he would come to see her every day. Just the thought of it made her insides twist uncomfortably. It was worse than being sick. Hansel was taking a call in the hallway. Jesse Gilbert asked, "Hansel, how's your kid doing?" Jesse was his subordinate. The night before, Hansel mentioned that his little girl was missing, and Jesse called to check in since the situation hadn't been resolved. "It's fine now," Hansel replied. Jesse then reported on matters regarding the military base, mentioning some important plans for the day. When he finished, Hansel said, "We'll talk more when I get back." "Sure, take care." After hanging up, Hansel didn't rush back to the ward. Instead, he called Zoey. "How's Tessa doing?" Zoey asked. "She just woke up, the fever's gone." "That's good. Tessa's health has always been fragile. Northville's climate is different from Lyptus City, so it's not surprising she's having trouble adjusting. If you can, keep an eye on her—she's Travis' only child." Zoey sighed. "Besides, she just went through a breakup…" Hansel paused. "She was in a relationship?" "Yeah, it's been a few years now. Travis and I both met him—he's from the Brooks family, three years older than her, a good guy. We're not sure why they suddenly broke up. I didn't want to push her for details and make her feel worse." "What's his name?" "Kaleb." "Got it." When Hansel returned to the ward, Theresa grew uneasy again. He pulled out a chair and sat by the bed. "Are you hungry?" "No," she replied, still avoiding his gaze. Her stomach was still unsettled, and eating was the last thing on her mind. She asked, "How much are my medical expenses? I'll transfer the money to you." A private ward like this wasn't cheap. She didn't want to owe him anything, and thus, it was best to settle accounts where she could. "It's not necessary." Theresa insisted, "I have to pay you back." "You really want to keep things so formal between us?" "It's not that," Theresa explained. "I just know you've got a lot on your plate, and it's not right for me to add to your expenses." "I'm not worried about the money. Just focus on getting better." "I have income—" "Are you getting paid a lot as a resident?" Theresa couldn't say that was the case. Since starting college, she hadn't asked her family for money. She had worked part-time to support herself, and if she was careful with her spending, she could stretch what she had until her residency ended. Theresa didn't reveal how much she earned, and Hansel didn't pry. Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Theresa glanced at the time and said, "I'm feeling much better now. You can leave if you have other things to do. Don't worry about me." Hansel seemed to see right through her, his gaze piercing. "You really don't want me around." Theresa shook her head but didn't explain further. Even though she didn't want him around, it seemed the more she resisted, the more it happened. "You're under my care now, so you'll follow my arrangements," Hansel stated, his voice firm and clear. "Unless you decide to leave Northville." … Theresa was silent the entire way back to Elmwood Estates, and Hansel was even quieter, moving so silently like a ghost. He unlocked the door and walked inside, with Theresa following close behind. She stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do next. Her head was still a little dizzy. Hansel told her to go upstairs and lie down, and she obediently complied. Not long after she got into bed, Hansel came upstairs carrying a bowl of chicken soup. He knocked before entering. Theresa had considered locking the door but decided against it. This was his house, after all. "Eat something to fill your stomach," he said. Theresa felt uneasy. She hadn't even change her cloth before lying down, and now she was glad she hadn't. She pulled the covers back, ready to get out of bed, but Hansel stopped her. "Eat in bed. No need to get up." She lay back down as instructed, carefully taking the bowl and spoon from him, making sure not to touch his hand. She was determined to avoid any physical contact. "Thank you." It was already after four in the afternoon, and daylight still streamed through the windows. She wore only a tight black sweater, which clung to her figure. Noelle used to tease her, saying that all her curves were in the right places and that it was a waste not to become a lingerie model. She'd always told Theresa that with a body like hers, she should flaunt it while she was young. Theresa never thought much of her figure, but the memory of Noelle's teasing made her hunch her back and lower her head, offering Hansel only the top of her head to look at. As she ate, Hansel's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he looked away, his expression darkening. When she finished, Hansel took the bowl and spoon and then brought her some medicine and a glass of water. "Take the medicine, then get some rest." Theresa did as he asked, reaching out to take the pill from his hand. His palms were calloused, hardened from years of military training, making her delicate hand seem even more fragile by comparison. She quickly swallowed the pill with a sip of water. As she tilted her head back, her curves were fully revealed. "Thank you, Uncle Hansel." Hansel frowned at the way she addressed him, clearly displeased. But considering she was sick, he didn't say anything. He stood up, turned off the lights, and left the room. Theresa only allowed herself to close her eyes and drift off to sleep once his footsteps had faded entirely. Downstairs, Hansel washed the dishes and put them away. He then sat on the couch and called a friend in Lyptus City. When the call connected, he spoke slowly, "Wade, it's me." "Hansel, what's up?" Wade Fabian was Hansel's childhood friend, and they had always been close. "I need you to look into Kaleb Brooks for me." Chapter 5 Wade echoed, "Kaleb Brooks? From the Brooks family?" Hansel had been away from Lyptus City for a few years and wasn't as familiar with the local affairs there anymore. He didn't know much about Theresa either—he'd always thought of her as a little girl, not someone who would be in a relationship. Now he realized she'd grown up, no longer the child he once knew. "Yes." "So why the sudden interest in checking him out?" Wade was curious. There was no connection between the two of them, so it seemed odd that Hansel wanted to investigate Kaleb. "Theresa was dating him." Wade understood immediately. "I'll look into it. By the way, is Theresa really in Northville?" "Yes." "And you…" Wade knew Theresa through Hansel. Back then, Hansel would take her everywhere, claiming she was his teacher's daughter. Over time, all of Hansel's close friends got to know Theresa as well. "What about me?" Hansel prompted. Wade hesitated, then said, "Nothing. She's all grown up now, huh? I'll have to visit Northville sometime and see her." "What for? Don't come here and cause trouble." With that, Hansel ended the call. The next morning, Theresa insisted on going to work despite not fully recovered. When she went downstairs, Hansel had already prepared breakfast, which consisted of various classic dishes from Lyptus City. Hansel was wearing a gray sweater and black pants. He looked softer than usual. The harshness had faded from his demeanor, and even the sharpness in his features seemed gentler. But his words from the night before at the hospital had left a lingering dread in Theresa's heart. "Uncle Hansel," Theresa greeted him. "Come have breakfast." After a few seconds of hesitation, Theresa walked over and took a seat. This was the first time she had ever sat down for a proper breakfast with him. She wasn't sure if it was due to her sickness or his presence, but she felt uncomfortable. Hansel sat across from her. The table was large, but with his long limbs, it felt like she couldn't escape his presence. "Are you feeling better?" "Yeah." Theresa nodded, keeping her head down as she ate her food. Out of nowhere, she felt a hand reaching toward her. The next moment, Hansel's warm fingers touched her forehead. She froze, not daring to move as she recalled his previous warnings. Thankfully, he was just checking her temperature and didn't do anything else. "The fever's gone. Make sure to take all your medicine today." "Okay." Hansel noticed Theresa was only eating toast, so he placed some other dishes on her plate. She quietly thanked him, and though her voice was barely audible, he caught onto it. She only managed to finish a few slices of toast before setting her cutlery down. Hansel said, "Leave it. The housekeeper will clean up later." Theresa bit her lip. "Thank you, Uncle Hansel. I'll head to the hospital now." "I'll take you." "No need. It's close by—just a few minutes' walk." "I have some business at your hospital anyway. I'll go with you." Theresa had no reason to refuse. Hansel looked at her. "Hold still." Theresa's eyes widened as he reached out and wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb. The brief warmth of his touch sent a chill through her body, and she shot up from her chair, the sound of it scraping against the floor echoing loudly. Caught off guard, she met Hansel's sullen gaze. "Are you really that uncomfortable around me?" Theresa's scalp tingled, and her breathing became erratic. "No." "You've started dating." Theresa thought for a moment, then nodded. Hansel was silent for a while before asking, "Did you come to Northville to heal from a breakup?" She answered without thinking, "Yes." Chapter 6 Mindlessly, Theresa arrived at the hospital. Hansel's expression had darkened when she admitted to him that she had come to Northville to mend a broken heart. Yet, he said nothing and went on with his business. In the office, Theresa changed into her work clothes. Lucy pulled her aside, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Theresa, you moved in with your boyfriend, didn't you?" "No." Theresa became alert. "Don't lie to me. I just saw you arrive at the hospital with a handsome guy," Lucy teased. "Are you talking about my uncle?" "That was your uncle?" "Yeah." "My bad, I thought he was your boyfriend. He's really good-looking." There was no denying it. Hansel had always been striking with his sharp, rugged features. Even as a child, Theresa had thought he was handsome. But now, all she felt toward him was a deep sense of reverence. Still intrigued, Lucy continued, "Your uncle looks so young. Is he married?" Theresa's voice was cool as she answered, "Not yet, but he has a girlfriend." "Why do all the good-looking ones have girlfriends? I guess it's too much to hope for a guy like that to be single," Lucy lamented. Theresa kept quiet. Soon, the morning rounds began. The residents were called on one by one to answer questions. Their supervisor, David, was present, and his questions were particularly tough. When it was Theresa's turn, he was even more demanding. Fortunately, she had prepared in advance and managed to answer, though just barely. The others didn't fare much better, and David's expression grew stern. Even though he didn't say anything, it was clear he wasn't pleased. Lucy had an unexpected errand that afternoon and asked Theresa to cover for her. Without waiting for a response, Lucy was already out the door. While Theresa was busy with her own tasks, a nurse called her over. She was immediately cornered by a patient's family demanding answers. After learning the patient's pain was normal post-surgery discomfort, Theresa tried to explain, but the family refused to believe her and wouldn't let her leave. During the confrontation, Theresa was shoved and hit her forehead against the bed's metal rail. The pain was so intense she nearly passed out. It wasn't until a senior doctor arrived that the situation was defused. Her senior colleague, Bruce Parker, who had heard what happened, came to check on her. After an examination revealed only a swelling on her forehead, he chided, "Next time something like this happens, just walk away and get a senior doctor. Don't just stand there." "Got it," Theresa agreed. She had been frightened—the man was huge and strong, and it was her first time facing such a situation, so she froze up. "Anyway, go home early today, apply a cold compress, and get some rest." "Okay." It was only when Bruce left that Lucy turned to Theresa, feigning innocence. "I'm sorry I asked you to cover for me. I didn't expect the family to get physical. If I'd known, I wouldn't have asked you to help." Theresa knew it was pointless to say anything, so she prepared to leave. Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket—it was Hansel calling. She stepped out of the office to answer. "Yes?" "Are you off work?" "Yes, I just left the office." Hansel's tone was low. "What do you want for dinner? I'll have the housekeeper make it." "I'm fine with anything." "Alright." Theresa swallowed and asked, "Will you be home tonight?" Hansel's response was cold. "Do you want me to be?" Theresa didn't answer. After a moment, Hansel added, "I have business at the base tonight." She exhaled quietly. "Alright, then. I won't bother you." She ended the call and returned to Elmwood Estates. As she entered, the housekeeper walked out of the kitchen. "You must be Ms. Cohen. I'm Mr. Zimmer's housekeeper. You can call me Margot." As long as she wasn't facing Hansel, Theresa felt more at ease. "Hello, Margot." "Go wash your hands. Dinner's ready." "Thank you." After the meal, Margot cleaned up the kitchen and left. Theresa sat down to reply to Noelle's text, filling her in on how she'd been sick the day before. Chapter 7 Just after sending her message, Theresa received a call from Anthony. She answered the call and heard Anthony's hesitant voice. "Tessa, do you have a moment?" "Yes, what's up?" Anthony stammered, "Um, Kaleb's here. I'll let him talk to you." Before Theresa could react, Kaleb took the phone and spoke. "Theresa." "Yeah?" "What's going on?" Theresa fell silent. Kaleb pressed on, "Why are you throwing a tantrum? Going missing without telling me, moving to Northville, and blocking me? What on earth is going on with you?" "I sent you a message about the breakup. Didn't you see it?" Theresa replied calmly. "And exactly why the sudden breakup?" Kaleb demanded. "I overheard what you said to your friends at the birthday party a few months ago." Kaleb went quiet for a moment, seemingly recalling what was said that day. After a few seconds, he responded, "It was just a joke. Why are you taking it so seriously?" Theresa felt a pang of discomfort. How could he dismiss it so lightly as a joke? "Theresa, I'll be in Northville in a few days. Let's meet and talk." "No need. I don't want to see you, and I'm very busy. Sorry, but please don't contact me again." Theresa ended the call before Kaleb could say more. In the past, she would always wait for him to end the call. Kaleb was shocked. He had never expected the usually gentle and ever-compliant Theresa to end things so decisively. Being dumped for the first time in 28 years was a blow to his pride, especially with his social status and reputation on the line. While observing Kaleb's reaction, Anthony figured out most of the situation. He took back his phone and said, "Don't be fooled by Tessa's sweet demeanor. Once she's made up her mind, it's impossible to change it. It's best to part on good terms." Anthony knew Theresa well. He had never thought highly of Kaleb, primarily because of Kaleb's poor reputation in their social circle. When he heard Kaleb mention going to Northville, Anthony grew concerned for Theresa and decided to send Hansel a text. … Meanwhile, as Hansel read Anthony's message, he received a call from Wade with an update on the investigation. "I couldn't find out why they broke up, but Kaleb's reputation has always been bad. He used to be quite the ladies' man, but he seemed to have toned it down while he was with Theresa. "Turns out, though, he's been involved with his ex-girlfriend, Jasmine Young, again recently." "Jasmine's the illegitimate daughter of the Young family. They've had an on-off relationship for a long time," Wade added, choosing not to dive into the Young family's background in detail. Hansel scowled and grunted in acknowledgment. "Speaking of which, when do you plan on coming back? You've been in Northville for too long. Hasn't your family called you back yet?" Ignoring his question, Hansel asked, "How far were they into the relationship?" "They've met each other's families and were planning to get engaged after Theresa graduated from college. But from the looks of things, that's probably off." … Theresa was taken aback to learn that Kaleb was actually coming to Northville. When a nurse came and told Theresa that someone was looking for her, she was in the middle of getting reprimanded by Bruce, a common occurrence for medical residents. However, noticing the time and remembering that she had injured her forehead the day before, Bruce waved her off exasperatedly and let her leave for the day. Theresa had been struggling with stress and sleepless nights lately. The pressure from Hansel added to her anxiety, and her eye bags became increasingly visible. After talking to the nurse, Theresa was directed to the consultation desk where the person was waiting. At around seven in the evening, the ward was still busy. It took Theresa a while to spot a familiar figure amidst the crowd. It was Kaleb.	LEARN_MORE	https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=13801&ut	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	826	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	beokn.com	DCO		https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=13801&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-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/458107320_487488477581472_5173863341854517360_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JXcTAdYy_3EQ7kNvgFoSt9c&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AxDhycyP0aDkDaPavG91wjt&oh=00_AYCklbXp_nLi7VAWj2LFBmXy3Bx_nf1FZ6vetVEDNj6VDA&oe=671F80A3	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,277,337	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2277323}'	Yes	2024-10-23 20:56	active	1682	🔥️click here to read more FREE chapters!	Maxwell arrived home well past 11:00 pm. The villa was eerily quiet, with only a night light switched on in the living room. Jennifer sat on the couch, seemingly waiting for him. As Maxwell took off his coat and loosened his tie, he spoke impatiently, "Didn't we agree on the divorce? I won't shortchange you when it comes to assets. You can rest assured about that." He thought she wanted a larger share of the assets. Jennifer's voice was hoarse when she asked, "Maxwell, did you want a divorce because of that woman?" Maxwell's expression faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He didn't want to hide anything from her, nor did he care to. "Yes. I owe it to her. That's something I must do," he admitted frankly. Jennifer chuckled bitterly. "I only discovered today how hypocritical you are. You played the victim, making me feel guilty and pushing me to get a divorce. I bet you were secretly pleased, weren't you? You finally caught me making a blunder, and you're now forcing me to leave so you can be with her." Maxwell furrowed his brows. His tone was chilling as he replied, "Jennifer, let's make things clear. Rachel and I were together in the first place. You know very well how you ended up marrying me. Now that you have someone else, we're even. Let's spare each other, shall we?" "No!" Jennifer's words were sharp. "I hate being deceived. You and her have been playing me like a fool for the past two years. Do you think I'll let you off?" Maxwell rubbed his temples, suppressing his irritation. With gritted teeth, he demanded, "Then what do you want?" "I won't get a divorce." With that, Jennifer went to the bedroom. Almost as soon as she turned around, her tears surged out. For two whole years, she had been waiting for him to return her feelings. Before her mother passed away, she was told that most marriages in this world were built on growing affection over time. Love at first sight was just infatuation, like what she felt for Maxwell. But marriage ultimately relied on tolerance and patience. Jennifer thought her perseverance would eventually warm his heart. Now she realized how wrong she was.	LEARN_MORE	https://mn.ikkly.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=12134	Free BOOKS		0	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	mn.ikkly.com	DCO		https://mn.ikkly.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=12134&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448810168_508013721795463_5680667871745428556_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cfyvxYBM-5gQ7kNvgEKJXj2&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A71GG5vF2G3qQfeWB-bQeWi&oh=00_AYAm33Q-UMxBekaoo5x-8lxTIa5Cwgnu70I-kKflSlNxUw&oe=671F69F5	REGULAR_PAGE	0		1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,274,416	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2274412}'	Yes	2024-10-23 20:23	active	1681			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/totalcaretherapyandwellness	Total Care Therapy and Wellness LLC	https://www.facebook.com/totalcaretherapyandwellness/	8	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/totalcaretherapyandwellness	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463909647_915780909885000_9035703607183498556_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7WIBnQH4EjEQ7kNvgE4E3mg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Adf_CN5xQmH2V1F81x-RvGE&oh=00_AYCHUjx7fM6BtuuwsbSOlSbisqJ7cdePbpgxsu2WAx4P5Q&oe=671F842D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Total Care Therapy and Wellness LLC	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,272,018	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-23 19:45	active	1680		🎃 👻 Halloween Giveaway 🎃 👻 Win a hybrid tint or a free lamination your choice! All you have to do is follow, like this post and tag friends. The winner will be announced on October 31st. GOOD LUCK! . . . #browshaping #browmapping #ombrepowderbrows #browgoals #browguru #browgame #browartist #browgoals #powderbrows #ombrebrows #microshading #ctliving #stamfordct #stamfordlocal #stamforddowntown #fairfieldcounty #harborviewpoint #hennabrows #hennabrow #hennabrowsartist #nationalbrowday #hybridtintandwax #hybridbrows	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/bellainkbyfior	bellainkbyfior	https://www.instagram.com/_u/bellainkbyfior	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		http://instagram.com/bellainkbyfior	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/178231756_465512017897528_7038501285905755328_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=5PLATFJlxP4Q7kNvgEiebXy&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYAFyvaLcCHC5FXXNWg7gHhErL1cIE1VxwK0bdmVCB8bdQ&oe=671F4FFD	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	bellainkbyfior	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,280,078	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2280065}'	No	2024-11-05 00:45	active	1684	Read the FULL Version👉🏻	"Your pu**y is dripping for us, begging for us to use it." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. "Do you want that, buttercup? Do you want us to give your little cunt what it craves?" "Y…yes, sir." I breathed Joanna Clover's hard work through university paid off when she got a secretary job offer to her dream company, Dangote Group of Industries. The company is owned by three mafia heirs, they don't only own a joint business, they are also lovers and had been together since their college days. They are sexually attracted to one another but they share everything together including women and they change them like clothes. They are known as the world's most dangerous playboys. They want to share her but will she accept the fact that they fuck each other? Will she be able to navigate business and pleasure? She has never been touched by a man before let alone three, all at the same time. Will she oblige?	LEARN_MORE	https://h5.readinkapp.com/ad/fb/template_custom.ht	Popular novel	https://www.facebook.com/61556564165416/	444	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	h5.readinkapp.com	VIDEO		https://h5.readinkapp.com/ad/fb/template_custom.html?pixelId=714691314167846&templateId=671393daef148c969e68a39c&accountId=964327698357054&ar=0&arp=30&art=0&ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463861536_994285372469956_344615464710732453_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-0nYlNTjnMsQ7kNvgE2T-nu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Ayc5BwGBSjcvLH7rwr7sQh1&oh=00_AYA9BIwp13LFkIn6W1x5Nbg98SLvImmSO449XpuESxbSlw&oe=672F97F4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Popular novel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,279,027	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2279010}'	No	2024-11-05 00:39	active	1684	🔞Click to read on📜The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife 📜	After their divorce, Bruce thought Joanna was going to keep harassing him or at least make a scene. Unexpectedly, the next day, Joanna moved out. She took nothing with her but her IDs, not even the bank card that had 100 million dollars in it. And in these four years, there had been no news of her at all. It had been four years. She just disappeared from his world completely. Until four years later, Joanna came back with her sons and another man. Even though they were divorced, Bruce still felt cheated on and even betrayed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was midnight, and the raindrops were pounding the window. Inside a house, a man said coldly, "sign the divorce papers! As compensation, I will give you 100 million dollars in alimony." "Did I do something wrong again, Bruce?" asked Joanna Haynes timidly. She had always been a humble servant in front of him. "Roxy's back, and she doesn't want to see you! It's time for our marriage to end. So you have to go!" Bruce Everett said, crossing his long legs and leaning back on the couch. He was as handsome as a classical Greek sculpture, but the look on his face was as cool as ever. Joanna's pale lips quivered as if she had fallen into the icy water. She asked with shock, "You're divorcing me because she's back? Is our marriage nothing but a joke to you?" "You were not the one I wanted to marry in the first place, and you drove Roxy away two years ago with your dirty tricks. Now that she's back, I won't make the same mistake. Hurry up and sign the papers! 100 million dollars for two years of your pathetic life. You should consider it a bargain." Bruce had always been good at hurting her with words. "I... What will happen if I don't sign them?" Joanna asked bitterly. "Suit yourself. I have ways of making you disappear. Legally or not, no one will notice." As heir to the richest family in the Greyport city, Bruce had always been capable of doing whatever he liked. Who would dare to stand up to him anyway? Two years ago, Joanna's family decided to get connected with the Everetts by marriage. However, at the engagement banquet of Bruce and Roxanne, Joanna's step-sister, the man was drugged. Later in the lounge, Bruce mistook Joanna for Roxanne, and they slept with each other. The next day, the scandal of the Haynes group's eldest daughter hooking up with her brother-in-law was all over the newspaper. Roxanne Haynes' mental state broke, and she was sent to a nursing home abroad for treatment. Everyone took Joanna as the most shameless homewrecker, pointing fingers at her for sleeping with her brother-in-law. Bruce hated her even more and decided that Joanna was the one who drugged him and climbed onto his bed. Yet, the Everett family and the Haynes family shared a friendship for generations. Moreover, this marriage was meant to deepen the connection. Hence, the elders of both families, Raymond Haynes and Margaret Everett, insisted on Bruce and Joanna getting married. The past two years of marriage had been a living hell for Joanna. Her tolerance and affection did not make it any better. In return, she got more humiliation and torture. Joanna was exhausted, both mentally and physically. So what if Bruce wanted a divorce? She'd had enough anyway! "Fine, I'll sign them, but I have a request." "Spit it out then!" Bruce believed that Joanna was thinking about more money! After all, that was what she, a scheming woman, could only care about. "I want you to sleep with me as a real lover does for once. For the past two years, every time you've been with me, you've called out Roxanne's name. Yeah, you've made me feel like I'm the worst woman in the world, and I've had enough! I'm your wife, and I want you to call out my name while sleeping with me for the last time. I am Joanna, not Roxanne!" For the first time, Joanna was screaming hysterically and trembling with anger. Each time in the past two years, Bruce would deliberately call out the wrong name! He had sex with her simply to punish and humiliate her. There was no love in it at all! "Oh, stop the nonsense. There's someone waiting for me downstairs..." Joanna snorted with self-mocking laughter. Then it probably was Roxanne who was waiting for him downstairs! "She can wait a little longer. She's been waiting for two years, and I think she can be patient enough for another few minutes. Do what I said or not. Suit yourself. I don't mind the media writing stories about me again!" Bruce hated being threatened the most. His thin lips curled into a sneer. A few seconds later, he replied, "Fine, I'll do it. But don't you regret it, Joanna!" Bruce jerked to stand up, seized her by the blouse, and pulled her over violently. And then... Her stockings were ripped apart... The man did not even give her a warning before hurting her! "AH!" Joanna cried, shutting her eyes in pain! Bruce was as ruthless as ever, almost cruel. He never cared if it hurt her or not. Or maybe watching her suffer simply pleased him! Good! Very good! She would remember this, remembering the man's cruelty to her for the rest of her life. "Joann. Oh, Joann. Are you happy now?" He finally called her name as he was on top of her. Though it was quite a humiliation, she could finally get rid of the depression that haunted her for two whole years. Joanna felt tears streaming down her cheeks as she said in a heartbroken tone, "Bruce Everett! I won't love you anymore!" Bruce had heard what she said but chose to ignore it. He caught her jaw contemptuously, looked down at her face, and sneered! She was... beautiful! This woman had such a pretty and innocent face, but her mind was filled with filth and schemes. That was why her so-called love for him would only make him sick. "Sign the divorce papers, take the money, and leave Greyport forever!" Having said that, Bruce left without looking back, leaving her lying on the floor in a mess. Two months later... In a hospital. "Congratulations, Ms. Haynes, you are pregnant with more than one. But I suggest you give up one or two of the fetuses, or there will be too many at risk!" Giving up? No, she would not take away the right to live from any of her children! It was her baby and hers alone! One way or another, she was gonna give birth to them and raise them right... ##Chapter 2 The Return Of Joanna Four years later. In the intensive-care unit of a hospital. "I'm sorry, we tried everything we could, but Raymond isn't getting any better. You should go inside and bid farewell to him!" Shaun Haynes frowned worriedly and said, "Doc, will you please try something else? If my father can't make it, all the properties of the Haynes family will be bequeathed to the government... oh, what to do... none of us have even seen Joanna over the years. Damn it, and my father, too. We don't know what he was thinking. How could he ignore his grandsons who keep him accompanied every day while only caring for that wretched daughter of mine!" Everyone in the Haynes family was miserable these days. Raymond, Shaun's father, drafted an odd will on his deathbed. He left 51% of the Haynes Group to his eldest granddaughter, Joanna. As for the other members of the Haynes family, they would inherit only 10%. In other words, Joanna would become the largest shareholder of the Haynes Group. Yet, according to the additional condition to the will, if Joanna did not show up before Raymond's death, all the properties of the Haynes family would go straight to the government. So, the Haynes family had been looking for Joanna desperately for these days. However, it was like Joanna had disappeared from the world! No one ever heard from her and saw her even once since she and Bruce got divorced. "The way I see it, that girl is simply going against us on purpose! No one knows where the hell she has been for all those years!" Shaun's second wife, Ingrid Haynes, was cursing furiously, and her face twisted a little. Back then, she, with the twins in her belly, kicked Joanna and Joanna's mother out of the family. Then Ingrid gave birth to her third son, thinking that her position in the family was absolutely secured. She had never expected that she would have nothing in the end. Of all three children of hers, the old man still favored that Joanna girl. "Dad, Mom, Grandpa's awake!" "Joann... my Joanna..." Raymond had been in a coma for more than a dozen days. His hours were numbered. And before his death, his only concern was for his eldest granddaughter, Joanna. Joanna had been missing for four years, and that worried Raymond so much. He even suspected that Ingrid might have somehow murdered his beloved granddaughter. "Dad, aren't Rick, Ryan and Roxy all your grandchildren? Your will is not fair! You basically leave nothing to them! They might as well just go out on the street and beg for a living if you insist on donating everything to the government!" "Joann... Let me see Joann. You won't get a penny before that..." Ingrid shouted in a low voice, "It's been four years, Raymond! Who knows where she's gone? Plus, if she really cares for you, how can she not show up to see you for the last time?" A hint of impatience crossed Roxanne's eyes, and she couldn't help but ask, "Bruce, do you know where my sister has been?" Bruce froze because he did not know the answer to this question. Four years ago, after their divorce, Bruce thought Joanna was going to keep harassing him or at least make a scene! Unexpectedly, the next day, Joanna moved out. She took nothing with her but her IDs, not even the bank card that had 100 million dollars in it. And in these four years, there had been no news of her at all. Of course, as proud as Bruce was, he never contacted her either. It had been four years! Still, Bruce didn't believe she would let go so easily! He had prepared so many plans to get rid of her as long as she showed up. Yet it turned out that he didn't need any of them! She just disappeared from his world completely. "Joann... Joann!" "Oh, come on, Grandpa's dying! Go get the doctors..." The ECG monitor told everyone that Raymond's heartbeat was stopping. In tears, his family members all gathered around the bed! They were crying, not for Raymond's approaching death, but for the properties that were about to be donated! Tap, tap, tap... From the hospital corridor came the sound of high heels! Creak. The door of the ward was pushed open. The one who came in was wearing a custom-made white suit! A limited-edition bag was in her hands, and the oversized sunglasses covered most of her face. Her slender legs were long enough, but the high-heeled shoes brought them out even more. She walked in with the ice-cold-beauty sort of vibe, seeming to cause the temperature in the ward to drop a few. "Who is this woman? Did we know her? Who allowed her to be here?" "It's me. I'm here to see my grandpa!" Joanna took off her sunglasses slowly and walked towards the bed. "Joanna!" The others all gasped. She had changed so much. Her long dark hair that she used to keep straight had become curly brown. It used to reach her waist, but now the end of it was dancing around her shoulder. She had changed completely from the next-door sweet girl to a mature, sexy career lady! What was even more remarkable was that Joanna appeared to be much fitter than before. Meanwhile, the innocence in that pair of eyes had also been emptied. By simply looking into her eyes, one could tell that she must have experienced a lot in the past years! "Joanna? Oh, finally, Joanna! The Haynes family will be ruined if you don't show up..." For the first time ever, all the members of the Haynes family were so glad to see Joanna. "I'm sorry, grandpa. I'm sorry I'm late!" "Joann," Raymond called out and hardly opened his eyes, "I'm glad that you are safe and alive. Oh, I can finally be relieved..." With that, Raymond reached out, but the next second, his hand fell back on the bed weakly, his head tilted, and his eyes shut! Beep! The ECG was beeping, declaring Raymond's death! "Grandpa? Grandpa!" Joanna called out, tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew that her grandpa was the only Haynes that ever cared about her! "Ah, come on, stop those fake tears! You would have been here long ago if you ever cared about grandpa! Now that it's time to talk about inheritance, you came?" said Shaun's eldest son, Derick. The sarcasm in his tone was obvious. He had never taken Joanna as his elder sister, and now that she was the biggest beneficiary of Raymond's legacy, Derick hated Joanna even more! "Enough of that. Call someone and get the funeral arranged first!" said Shaun. Reasonably grieving as he patted Joanna on the shoulder. "Joann, now that you're back, move back home!" Ingrid's lips curled in disdain, but she was saying merrily, "That's right, come and live with us! Also, your grandfather made a will on his deathbed. He wants you to inherit 51% of the Haynes Group. The illness must have confused his brain. How could he leave such a large enterprise to a girl who knows nothing about it? Joann, you're still young and dumb. Just let your father continue to run the business." Ingrid said it as if Joanna was meant to follow her instructions. Deep down, Ingrid was convinced that Joanna was just as stupid as her mother! By the time Joanna moved back to their house, she would be in Ingrid's full control. Joanna was expressionless. She said coldly, "I don't want to think about that right now. I just want to take care of grandpa first." "Yeah, yeah, you're right on this. Raymond's funeral is the most important thing now. Everything else can be postponed." ##Chapter 3 Jaydon Grimm It was late afternoon after the mortuary house picked up Raymond's body. Joanna walked out of the hospital with the others. "Where do you live? My driver will give you a ride!" Bruce said. His voice was kind of hoarse because Joanna had not spoken to him once before this. Joanna smiled politely and shook the car keys in her hand. "Thanks, but I drove here." The indifferent look on her face made it look like she was simply being polite to a total stranger. Yet Roxanne took it that Bruce was hitting on Joanna. Her face fell, and quickly, she held Bruce's arm affectionately, saying, "Joann, why don't you move back in with us? At least, you don't have to be alone, and..." "It's easier for me to stay in a hotel. Bye!" Joanna waved politely and headed for the underground parking. Soon, a silver Bentley pulled out of the parking lot, and it roared off while in front of the crowd. "It seems that my sister has been living a good life these years! She could enjoy such a rich life without any help from the family." Bruce did not reply. During the four years when Joanna had been gone, for various reasons, Bruce did not marry Roxanne. Moreover, with these four years, he realized that Roxanne was simply not the one for him. The only reason that he did not break up with Roxanne was because of his family. The Haynes family was a wealthy one, but it was nothing compared with the Everetts. However, the elders of both families were close friends. That was why the Everett family had always been taking care of the Haynes family. Except for that, there was another crucial reason. Ten years ago, Bruce nearly drowned while he swam, and it was Roxanne who saved him. Ever since then, he swore that he would love and protect this girl for the rest of his life. "Joann has always been striving since she was just a kid. She is smart and good with men, too. See her fancy clothes and car? She must have hooked up with some wealthy fellow again. Unlike her, Roxy, you are always stupid and innocent, and people all try to take advantage of you." Ingrid seemed to be praising Joanna, but it was not hard to recognize what she was implying. "Mom, what are you talking about?" "Oh, I just want you to learn from Joann. Do you see how good she's been doing? Girls like her are never for us to be worried about wherever she goes. There aren't many girls as smart as her anymore." Bruce somehow was a little upset. "Ingrid, Roxy, I must go now. I have an important meeting tonight." "Yeah, sure. Drive safe, alright?" said Ingrid with a flattering smile, afraid of offending her daughter's promising husband-to-be. Bruce said nothing more, turned around, and got into a car... Having watched Bruce's car disappear, Roxanne stamped her foot in anger. She complained, "It's all your fault, Mom! You should never have put that bitch Joanna in Bruce's bed six years ago. Bruce never mentions marrying me again. And now that Joanna's back, what are we gonna do?" Ingrid gritted her teeth grumpily. What her daughter complained about was what Ingrid regretted the most. She had it all well-designed six years ago. First, she had Joanna drugged. Then she sent the girl straight to Bruce's room, convinced that Bruce was too drunk to do anything. After that, Ingrid informed a group of Paparazzi, suggesting they write a drama about how Joanna threw herself in her brother-in-law's arms. Ingrid did so because she was expecting that once Joanna had brought dishonor to the family, the girl would be deprived of the right of inheritance. Yet she did not expect that it would backfire. Bruce actually slept with Joanna. And then things got out of her hands. Under the pressure of Raymond Haynes and Margaret Everett, Bruce ended up getting married to Joanna. Thinking of this, Ingrid said, "I did it for you, silly girl. Damn it, all because of your grandfather! That old shit has always favored that Joanna. Well, now that the old man's dead, let's see who can stand up for her this time" "But mom..." Roxanne was still worried. Even though Bruce had been good to her for years, she could see the frigidity in his eyes. The man seldom smiled ever since he divorced Joanna. Over the years, he had totally become a workaholic. Sometimes it took three or two months for Roxanne to see him around once. "Don't worry. That idiot Joanna is just as stupid as that dead mother of hers. We are falling out with her right now. Not until she gives up her share of the inheritance first..." Ten days later, it was Raymond's funeral. It was drizzling rain. All members of the Haynes family had arrived at the cemetery except for Joanna. On top of that, the finest people in Greyport also showed up to pay their respects. Not to mention the reporters that were gathering outside the cemetery. After all, Raymond Haynes was quite a big shot in Greyport. So, of course, his funeral was well-focused. "I heard Raymond willed the eldest daughter of the Haynes family to inherit the Haynes Group." "Oh, my god, that girl is really shrewd. She seduced her brother-in-law six years ago and forced her sister to leave. Then she became the one marrying into the Everett family instead of her sister, and now she's the director of the Haynes Group. That's impressive!" "Ha! So what? She's just a scheming woman. She was kicked out by the Everett family, wasn't she? Such a woman is simply disgusting." Ingrid was overjoyed when hearing the whispers of the crowd. Trying hard to maintain the sad look on her face, she said, "May I have your attention, please? First of all, I'd like to thank you all for coming to Raymond's funeral, and..." A reporter cut in, "Mrs. Haynes, is it true that Joanna is going to take over the Haynes Group as the new leader?" Ingrid paused before replying, "I'm not gonna be disturbed by other things on this extremely distressing day. But for a company as big as the Haynes Group, one man's word alone can't take effect. We need a board meeting to pick the right executive director." "Mrs. Haynes, why isn't Joanna here on such an important day?" "Ha, that's the question you should ask her..." While she was saying, outside the cemetery suddenly came the sounds of engines. A stretch limo was making its way into the cemetery, followed by a fleet of Mercedes. "Look at that license plate. It seems to be Mr. Grimm's car!" The reporters went all excited and rushed towards the Rolls-Royce. Yes, that car belonged to Jaydon Grimm. There were two well-known wealthy young men in Greyport. One of them was Bruce Everett, and the other was Jaydon Grimm. He was the second son of the casino magnate in Venturas City, and he also ran an entertainment company called Starlight Media. Several new top stars in the showbiz were all artists under his company's control. Unlike Bruce, who kept a low profile, Jaydon had always been a man of publicity. The doors of the Rolls-Royce were opened slowly, and Jaydon stepped out first. "Wow, it's really Mr. Grimm!" The press swarmed forward like flies smelling blood. After Jaydon got out of the car, he turned to the other side and helped a woman who was dressed all in black out of the car like a real gentleman. "Is this...? Wow, it's Joanna Haynes!" "You gotta be kidding. What is Grimm doing with a woman like her?" As they were all astonished, one by one, came out two adorable kids wearing tiny black suits. The boys should be at the age of 3 to 4. And it was like a bomb, igniting everyone's interest. ----------------------------------------------------------- Due to the word limit, it can only be updated here! Install the APP to search for the title " The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife”🤩🤩	LEARN_MORE	https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/mo1tcjk4n35rm	CatmoreNovel	https://www.facebook.com/100094363119852/	61	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	www.yumread.com	VIDEO		https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/mo1tcjk4n35rmcxya0jtkrpt?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120214364120740300&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465410295_1063340718439477_3217919325256790013_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=v8oesVEaLYoQ7kNvgE9xvGZ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AsaFQwyvtt7tPtvzkyBCn78&oh=00_AYAYTYsroxrKgxQeJrkBv2de6deYG_BPE_oLaA-o1ByTLw&oe=672F7DA2	PERSON_PROFILE	0	CatmoreNovel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,273,033	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2273036}'	No	2024-10-23 20:03	active	1681	Download Now👉👉👉	The Vampire And His Blood Wife ONLY on Drama Time.🎬 Don't miss out! Watch the series you've been wanting to see. No regrets, just pure entertainment! #Must SeeTV #No Regrets #Watch Now	WATCH_MORE	https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0905-EN-2240	Romantic Love	https://www.facebook.com/61557838064349/	262	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More	fblp.drama-time.com	DCO		https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0905-EN-224087.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=1749262542004264962	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/459712650_1573936379870385_1009548735214622604_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=h7oD7_8XuRMQ7kNvgENvgg1&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ArzYbxIHgbhnBQmeIu2RDTk&oh=00_AYAeK8mkswCV23VqC9E0upFpiJ-vd-C1Lz5vaBM6EtR25A&oe=671F63C7	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Romantic Love	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,271,504	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2271508}'	No	2024-10-23 19:36	active	1680			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/circlesandsquaresart	circlesandsquaresart	https://www.instagram.com/_u/circlesandsquaresart	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/circlesandsquaresart	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/432570121_1564725970986372_9092896662039846953_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=WNjgFfgxqa8Q7kNvgG9a7JH&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYCVIO2f3b9ilaYAbq8A-bXc9ZD_gtxBXllH9Lc-VxcEsA&oe=671F5013	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	circlesandsquaresart	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,273,112	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2273099}'	Yes	2024-10-23 20:04	active	1681	Descargar ahora👉👉👉	No hace falta que busques más. Esta es la serie que estabas deseando ver. ¡No te la pierdas o te arrepentirás! 😍	WATCH_MORE	https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0914-ES-3833	Miiowtv short000	https://www.facebook.com/61557562951006/	189	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More	fblp.drama-time.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0914-ES-383389.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=1832980583803015170	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461558175_1436936056991592_5301050588600371403_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aFEcmsk3xGkQ7kNvgEzPE4r&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ArzYbxIHgbhnBQmeIu2RDTk&oh=00_AYBtDaoLEBgXdNatq3F4dj_6S_iAcBF8PWIh0zd035PWhw&oe=671F5E67	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Miiowtv short000	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,274,223	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2274220}'	Yes	2024-10-23 20:19	active	1681	Mother-in-Law Takes Over Son’s House, Only to Face Regret at Auction	Mother-in-Law Takes Over Son’s House, Only to Face Regret at Auction	LEARN_MORE	https://sportzbonanza.com/mil-inherits-son-house-e	Fox'oclock	https://www.facebook.com/100076064792214/	6,896	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	sportzbonanza.com	IMAGE	Following her husband's untimely passing, Natalie was left heartbroken and struggling to cope with the overwhelming grief. To her surprise, she found herself in a conflict with her mother-in-law during this difficult time. Despite not wanting the added stress, Natalie decided to let the situation un...	https://sportzbonanza.com/mil-inherits-son-house-en-md/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464219848_1261934705067187_6326092877951216762_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=QFWHTKufprAQ7kNvgFvYt-n&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AaCAD1RDKytd8dE6sMdgAww&oh=00_AYCGNGqNge0Xn9Ch9SsZOmlgvL5XzL6sIg_XbVvCqiaAfg&oe=671F82BB	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Fox'oclock	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,274,222	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2274220}'	No	2024-10-23 20:19	active	1681	Mother-in-Law Takes Over Son’s House, Only to Face Regret at Auction	Mother-in-Law Takes Over Son’s House, Only to Face Regret at Auction	LEARN_MORE	https://sportzbonanza.com/mil-inherits-son-house-e	Fox'oclock	https://www.facebook.com/100076064792214/	6,896	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	sportzbonanza.com	IMAGE	Following her husband's untimely passing, Natalie was left heartbroken and struggling to cope with the overwhelming grief. To her surprise, she found herself in a conflict with her mother-in-law during this difficult time. Despite not wanting the added stress, Natalie decided to let the situation un...	https://sportzbonanza.com/mil-inherits-son-house-en-md/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464292262_1246429406601753_6952189561971481804_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cDVYyJyDhHwQ7kNvgHuQ5KU&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AaCAD1RDKytd8dE6sMdgAww&oh=00_AYDBZ0e5eJ1Q5KjLOr5usYGpMwQfWL5CUFq3kNFfvKId1Q&oe=671F5632	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Fox'oclock	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,279,874	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2279860}'	Yes	2024-11-05 00:44	active	1684	Read the FULL Version👉🏻	"Your pu**y is dripping for us, begging for us to use it." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. "Do you want that, buttercup? Do you want us to give your little cunt what it craves?" "Y…yes, sir." I breathed Joanna Clover's hard work through university paid off when she got a secretary job offer to her dream company, Dangote Group of Industries. The company is owned by three mafia heirs, they don't only own a joint business, they are also lovers and had been together since their college days. They are sexually attracted to one another but they share everything together including women and they change them like clothes. They are known as the world's most dangerous playboys. They want to share her but will she accept the fact that they fuck each other? Will she be able to navigate business and pleasure? She has never been touched by a man before let alone three, all at the same time. Will she oblige?	LEARN_MORE	https://h5.readinkapp.com/ad/fb/template_custom.ht	Popular novel	https://www.facebook.com/61556564165416/	444	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	h5.readinkapp.com	VIDEO		https://h5.readinkapp.com/ad/fb/template_custom.html?pixelId=714691314167846&templateId=6718b82ce37900e50828e617&accountId=964327698357054&ar=0&arp=30&art=0&ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464314474_399653286550633_3749656460239066025_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ElxDiqjeovkQ7kNvgHGZppX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ATX2ga_6hDK8JFUy1AMjpx1&oh=00_AYBJmax61vktcBx-1Fy7txoFrNoOMd-v4s2DeMWysP2NXQ&oe=672F7336	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Popular novel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

Page 85 of 435, showing 20 record(s) out of 8,693 total

Download CSV New Ads

Search

Ads for foobar on 2024-10-23