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Yes | 2024-12-06 20:19 | active | 1968 | 0 | 閱讀下一章👉 | 她愛上拯救她的陌生男人，卻得知他竟然就是拿她父親貪污案做墊腳石上位的新任市長！血海深仇，她毅然離去，男人卻瘋了，滿城尋她求原諒！ ===== “季小姐，出來吧，你叔叔已經將你五十萬賣給我了，以後跟著我吃香喝辣，你什麼活也不用幹，只管敞開腿伺候就成。” 轟隆聲響起，暴雨傾盆而下，一道閃電劈開長夜照亮了男人肥肉橫生的猥瑣面孔，他半邊臉擠在門框上變了形，眼神卻不停往門縫裡瞄。 房間內，季靈希渾身發抖的死死抵著門。 “滾……滾啊！！”她崩潰大喊，“我有未婚夫，他不會放過你的！” “未婚夫？你是說那位許家孫少爺？”男人爆發出嘲笑，“怎麼？季小姐不會還不知道自己早已經被退婚了吧？嗤，被玩膩的破鞋，還裝什麼矜持！” 說完，他肥豬一般的龐大身軀猛然往脆弱的門上一撞！ “啊！”季靈希被突然劇震的門板嚇到後退，雙手顫抖，“退婚？不可能，不可能……” 可真的不可能嗎？ 自從一個月前，季靈希的父親被誣陷貪汙腐敗入獄，母親車禍後昏迷不醒，整個季氏家族就走向了衰亡。 鉅額家產被全部凍結清算，一夜之間，她從千金小姐變成了負債上億的乞丐。 明天她所在的這套房子也要被查封，她是來取最後的行李的，卻正好被那二叔拿捏了行蹤，居然要乘機將她賣給這將近五十歲的死肥豬男！ 眾叛親離，她徹底一無所有了！ 門外，那死肥豬男的不耐煩的聲音再次傳來：“老子可沒耐心陪你玩小兔子乖乖的開門遊戲，去！讓人把鑰匙送上來！” 他有鑰匙！ 季靈希猝然白了臉，一旦門被破開，結局可想而知。 到時候就算是被侵犯致死都沒人會來替她收屍！ 逃！ 季靈希腦海裡只剩下這一個念頭。 身後窗戶大開，狂風裹挾著暴雨入侵，溼透的窗簾翻飛，天際電蛇狂舞，雷聲轟鳴。 她含著淚一咬牙，猛地衝到了窗前。 二樓而已，摔不死！ 縱身一躍—— 在大腦都壓根沒反應過來之前，人已經滾落在了地面草坪上，渾身溼透沾著汙泥。 “嘶！”說不出到底是哪疼，總之通身都像是要摔散架一般。 “人呢？”“翻窗跑了！”聲音從二樓傳來。 季靈希立刻胡亂爬起來，逃命時腎上激素的飆升讓她爆發出無與倫比的潛力。 逃，快逃，快逃啊！ 她趁著夜色和暴雨的掩蓋，就這樣生生衝出了灌木叢生的後院，往路口奔跑而去。 與此同時，馬路盡頭一輛黑色紅旗飛馳而來，車燈射穿雨幕，照在了突然出現，試圖橫穿馬路的黑影身上！ “我去！”司機沒忍住爆了一聲粗口，猛踩剎車的同時狂打方向盤。 後座衣衫考究的斯文男人猝不及防被巨大的慣性所挾持，一腦袋撞在了前座靠背上。 “砰”一聲悶響。 司機頓時魂飛魄散，“市市……市長先生！你沒事吧！？” 男人黑著臉，“你應該問問被你撞的人有沒有事。”說完，他推門下車查看。 黑色傘面被暴雨沖刷，男人腳踩一雙高定皮鞋，踏著汙水來到昏倒在地的女人面前。 司機哭喪著臉，“我明明踩剎車了，好像沒撞到她啊？” “不是你撞的。”男人一眼看出端倪，冷笑了聲，“碰瓷？膽子倒大。” 說完，他冷漠收回目光，轉身就走。 “等等……”剛剛還“昏迷”不醒的女人突然出聲，伸出一隻髒兮兮的手，飛快地拽住了男人剪裁利落乾淨的褲腳，抬起臉虛弱道：“別走，他們在追我，求你救、救我……” 這個聲音…… 男人腳步一頓，回過頭來，漆黑的眸子居高臨下看清了車燈下那張沾著泥土的臉，瞳孔驟縮。 “這、這不是孫少爺的未婚妻嗎！是市長先生您的侄媳婦啊！”司機率先驚叫。 “呵，”男人語調嘲諷，“我侄媳婦？” 他們在說什、什麼……什麼市長媳婦的…… 季靈希眼前男人的臉早就化作重影，耳邊一片嗡嗡，逃到這裡已經耗盡了她所有的力氣，到最後也只能全憑本能的死死抓著那塊一絲一線都昂貴至極的“救命稻草”不放。 男人似乎蹲下了身，但季靈希已經徹底支撐不住，昏厥了過去。 第2章 私人醫生 再醒來是在陌生的房間，窗外是炫目的白晝。 床邊穿著白大褂的醫生正在收拾工具，見季靈希睜眼，立刻高呼：“先生，人醒了！” 男人很快推門進來，對上了床上女人一雙迷茫受驚的小鹿般的眼，眼底是深刻的防備和恐懼。 他走近床邊，“醒了？燒退了嗎？” 冰冰冷冷，有點熟悉的聲音，更熟悉的是那張面無表情的臉。 “……許先生？”季靈希認出人，瞪大眼睛，“怎麼是你？” 這個男人她認識，是她的患者。 季靈希大學一畢業就入職了京市第一人民醫院心內科，許盛廷是她接手的第一個病人。 但神奇的是，許盛廷患有的並非是任何心臟類疾病，而是應該歸屬為精神科的睡眠障礙。 他患有嚴重失眠症，入睡困難，曾有過長達一個月未合過眼，最後暈厥在辦公室的記錄，他的上一位心理醫生對他束手無措，可機緣巧合下，卻發現許盛廷對季靈希的聲音有特殊反應，能依靠她的聲音睡著！ 於是他便被轉到了季靈希名下，成為了一個“特殊”病人。 這段時間的變故讓季靈希分身乏術，醫院那邊不得已請了長假，倒是許久沒有為許盛廷催眠了。 季靈希看著男人那張過分英俊的臉，高挺的鼻樑在臉頰落下陰影，嘴唇偏薄顯得不近人情，一雙冷靜威嚴的鷹眸底下，卻掛著兩個煞風景的黑眼圈。 眼睛裡也有不少紅血絲，顯然是太久沒能休息，精神高度緊繃造成的。 “謝謝許先生救了我。”季靈希坐起身，小臉脆弱蒼白。 回想起暈倒前的一切，她沒想到豁出性命的一次“碰瓷”，居然正好碰到了熟人身上！ 不幸中的萬幸。 “不客氣，我也很慶幸沒有背上一條人命。”許盛廷確認她已經退燒後，便讓醫生離開了，自己則順勢坐在了醫生的位置上。 “抱歉……”季靈希羞愧垂眼，“我不得不那樣。” 她尷尬的雙手絞著衣角，卻突然意識到自己身上的衣服已經換了。 也是，渾身溼乎乎髒兮兮的，怎麼上床？ 可是誰給她換的？不會是…… “昨晚是讓保姆給你洗的澡，換了衣服。”許盛廷見她呆呆地盯著衣服出神，臉還越來越紅，就猜到了她在想什麼。 “謝、謝謝。”被看穿心裡所想，季靈希更羞恥了。 好在許盛廷沒再繼續計較，而是突然提起另一件事：“你是不打算回醫院了嗎？” “短時間內我可能確實回不去了。”她實話實說。 醫院的工作需要花費大量時間和全部精力，但工資對於現在的她來說卻是杯水車薪，再加上父親的冤屈還未洗刷，季靈希不能把時間全部交代在那裡。 許盛廷的表情更冷了，“那你的病人怎麼辦？半途而廢，季醫生未免太不負責。” 什麼病人，他分明就是在說他自己！ 季靈希低下頭，“如果許先生需要催眠的話，可以隨時聯繫我，能來我一定來。” 也算是報答他這次的救命之恩了。 “是嗎？可你的電話打不通，消息也一直未讀。” 季靈希一愣，想起了什麼，尷尬道：“抱歉，我的手機不久前壞了……”被那群追債的砸了，還沒來得及買新的。 許盛廷皺了皺眉，顯然也想到了現下季靈希的狼狽，他沒有多問，只是叫了人進來吩咐了什麼，很快那人出去又進來，手裡多了一部手機。 許盛廷把手機交給季靈希，“以後用這個聯繫。” “啊？”怎麼能平白無故拿人家東西，季靈希第一反應是拒絕。 卻被許盛廷制止，“先別急著拒絕，我還有一份合約要和你商議。” “什麼合約？” “首先，我願意每月支付你五十萬。” 什麼？ 季靈希睜大眼睛看他，一臉震驚。 隨即她意識到什麼，驀地扯過被子將自己裹緊，只露出一雙警惕的眼睛。 悶悶的聲音隔著棉被傳來：“許先生，我不賣身的。” 看著他正派的眉眼和楚楚的衣冠，季靈希心道，沒想到也只是個人模狗樣的男人。 許盛廷沉默了會兒，突然莫名笑了下，“是嗎？加錢也不可以嗎，只需要每晚……” 伴隨著他越來越露骨的發言，季靈希炸毛一般，“當然不可以！” “只需要每晚給我催眠。”男人徐徐補充完整。 季靈希僵住。 “季醫生想到哪裡去了？”許盛廷看著她羞恥的眼，語氣揶揄，“我只是想聘請你做我的私人醫生而已，畢竟你是這個世界上唯一能讓我睡著的人。” 簽合同的時候，季靈希的臉還因為尷尬發著紅。 但同時她也感到難以置信，許先生居然真的開了月薪五十萬聘請她做私人醫生，而她的工作僅僅是每晚來給他催眠而已，這簡直是天上掉餡餅的事情。 諷刺的是，五十萬，正是那個劉總要買走她的價格。 “謝謝許先生。”季靈希抱著新手機，眼睛亮亮的看著他。 看著她紅撲撲的臉頰，男人眼神一暗，隨即移開目光，“嗯，晚上記得準時到，現在是休息還是離開，都隨意。” 季靈希立刻侷促道：“我很快就走。” “……嗯。” 季靈希出了門，才發現這裡是郊區的一棟私人別墅，私密性很強，和許先生這個人一樣神秘。 神秘到即使作為主治醫師為他治療了三個月，季靈希還是不清楚他的身份，只知道他忙碌且富有，應該是個成功人士。 她用新手機登入了自己的社交賬號，很快彈出一大堆未讀消息。 其中有個紅色的頭像格外醒目，是她的未婚夫許家榮，季家出事後，季靈希一直沒能聯繫上他。 現在他卻發來：靈希，明天下午三點，盛輝酒店1306見。 是昨天的消息。 第3章 一夜給你一萬 距離三點還有一個小時，季靈希看一下地圖，從這裡打車過去剛好來得及。 要去嗎？她心裡突突的跳。 昨天那個死肥豬男的話還歷歷在耳，他說許家早就退婚了。 可季靈希壓根沒收到通知，因此就算許家榮裝死了一個月，她還一直自欺欺人般抱著期待。 季家尚且衰亡，萬一許家也遇到了麻煩呢？或者是擔心受到牽連，等這陣子風頭過了，他就會聯繫她了呢？ 季家和許家在爺爺輩曾是世交，季靈希和許家榮更是自小就定下了娃娃親，兩人青梅竹馬，感情一度是甜蜜的，季靈希在心裡確實曾真心把他當做未來丈夫。 因此還懷揣著天真的期待和信任。 她最終叫了個網約車出發了。 無論退婚一事是真是假，她如今孤立無援，身負鉅債，即使是最後一點希望也要把握！ 網約車上，司機播放著時政廣播，主持人正在播報京市新任市長，是如何新官上任三把火，頒佈了不少利民新政策不說，還抓了一大批貪官汙吏，其中能源部部長季祥和，更是被舉報貪汙公款高達十個億，舉國震驚。 季靈希緊緊咬著唇，眼眶泛紅。 是新市長抓了父親。 說起來，之前她昏迷前，好像是隱隱約約聽到了什麼市長什麼媳婦之類的。 可當時深夜荒涼，周圍只有一輛車上有活人，大概高燒產生的錯覺吧。 如果能見到那位市長就好了，她真的很想瞭解清楚父親貪汙案件的始末，想知道那些所謂確鑿的證據都是從何而來。 她是父親的女兒，最清楚父親的人品，他是絕對做不出貪汙公款這種事情的！ 但以她現在的身份，想見那位市長一面，恐怕難如登天。 車停在了盛輝酒店門口，季靈希下車後，按照門牌號很快來到約定地點。 房門沒有關嚴，應該是許家榮已經到了，在等她。 季靈希沒多想，直接推開了門。 房間裡卻一片漆黑。 難道許家榮還沒到？ 季靈希略有疑惑，一邊往裡走一邊摸索開關。 突然她伸出的手腕被猛地攥住。 有人！ 季靈希猝然睜大眼，驚叫還沒來的及喊出口，就被捂住口鼻，強制拉進了一個光裸的懷抱。 “唔唔唔！”她拼命掙扎，卻完全敵不過對方的力氣，心裡驚懼一片。 “啪！”燈被打開了。 季靈希看清了來人，赫然是許家榮！ 對上她難以置信的眼，許家榮獰笑一聲，砰的把門踢上，緊接著把季靈希按在了牆上。 “靈希，我好想你。”許家榮緊貼著她身體，灼熱的鼻息噴灑在季靈希的脖子上，讓她渾身發毛。 她抗拒的推著他，“許家榮，你幹什麼？” “幹什麼？這不明擺著。”許家榮說著，居然開始撕扯她的衣服。 季靈希愕然，在驚怒之下，照著他裸露的肩膀狠狠咬了下去！ “嘶——”劇烈的痛感，讓許家榮下意識推開她，季靈希趁機逃離他的束縛，閃身抄起床頭櫃的檯燈，警惕的盯著他。 他們如今婚約是否名存實亡都不一定呢，季靈希怎麼可能跟他做！ 許家榮咬牙切齒，“季靈希！你淪落到如今這個地步，還不肯跟我睡？” “當初我圖你季家的助力，讓著你就算了，現如今你家都到這步田地了，你還有什麼可矜持的，扭扭捏捏裝假清高！” 季靈希被羞辱得渾身顫抖，瞪著他，“我只問你，許家是不是退婚了！？” 聞言，許家榮輕蔑一笑，看著季靈希的眼神更是不加掩飾的露骨，“不然呢？你以為你現在還配得上我？季靈希認清現實吧，跟了我，以後一夜給你一萬如何？” 季靈希氣紅了眼，握著檯燈的手都在發抖，“許家榮，我以前怎麼沒發現你這麼噁心？” “呵，我看你是敬酒不吃吃罰酒！”說完，他直接衝上來，季靈希舉起檯燈砸，卻被男人一把擋住，反手將她控制。 力量太懸殊了，季靈希顫抖著咬唇，目露恨光。 這時，許家榮褲兜裡的電話鈴響了。 他不以為然，電話自動掛斷，但緊接著又響起一個特殊的鈴聲。 許家榮動作一頓，咬牙切齒的空出手接通電話：“爺爺。” 對面威嚴的聲音傳出，季靈希離得太近也能聽見。 “家榮啊，你小叔回京市上任也有三個多月了，今晚辦家宴，你現在立刻回來。” 第4章 許家小叔 許老爺子是許家的真正掌權者，威嚴不言而喻，以至於許家榮如今箭在弦上，也不得不偃旗息鼓。 季靈希趁機掙脫開他的束縛，整理好身上的衣服。 見狀，許家榮冷笑：“這次先放過你，季靈希你好好想想吧，做我的女人才是你的最佳選擇，不然有第一個劉總就會有第二個，你以為次次都能逃得掉嗎？” 聽他提起劉總，季靈希難以置信，“你知道？” “當然，你可知你那好叔叔的拜帖遞給過多少人？如今圈子裡誰人不知，你季家大小姐是個五十萬就能買走的便宜貨？” 季靈希瞬間白了臉，眼底的恨意不加掩飾。 但許家榮卻不以為意，失去了季祥和庇護的季靈希就是一隻弱小的兔子，人人都能踩一腳，一隻兔子能有什麼反抗能力呢？ “季靈希，想清楚了隨時聯繫我。” 許家榮晃了晃手機，勢在必得的看了她一眼，轉身離開。 季靈希死死盯著他，在男人轉身之際，突然暴起舉著手中檯燈狠狠砸了下去！ 一聲巨響，紅漿自許家榮頭頂流下，劃過他猝然瞪大的雙眼，落到地面上。 男人抽搐著倒地。 季靈希後知後覺，顫抖著走到他身邊，蹲下身試探鼻息。 還活著。 松了口氣，季靈希站起身，居高臨下看了他兩秒，又不解氣地往那兩腿之間來了一腳。 … 許家。 京市作為H國首都，無數豪門世家紮根於此，其中許家是當之無愧的豪門之首，因此這一年一度的家宴，也舉辦得極其鋪張奢華。 一輛黑色紅旗L9停在了大門口，管家連忙來幫忙拉開車門，男人伸出長腿下車。 “二爺回來了，老爺在屋裡呢，現下除了家榮少爺，其他人也都到了。” 許盛廷聞言，朝他點點頭，徑直往屋裡走。 然而剛靠近主屋，裡面的吵鬧聲就傳了出來。 是他父親，許家家主的聲音，“那混賬東西，婚都退了還非要去招惹人家，還鬧到局子裡去了，簡直丟盡我許家顏面！” “爸，也不能怪我們家榮啊，傳信人說他腦袋都被打破了，分明是受害者！我看是那姓季的，家裡出事想要抓著我們許家不放，糾纏家榮呢！” 許盛廷站在門口沒進去，皺眉問：“怎麼回事？” 老管家尷尬道：“聽說是家榮少爺被他前未婚妻砸破了腦袋，人家姑娘打了120，結果救護車沒到，少爺自己醒了，拉著那姑娘非要報警，現在人被困在局子裡呢。” “他既然是受害者，又為什麼會被扣在警局。” “因為那姑娘跟警察說他試圖侵犯她……” 許盛廷冷笑，隨即推門而入。 與此同時，他大哥許源，估計也是覺得家宴鬧出這事實在丟人，拉著正據理力爭的妻子，勸道：“你別說了，現在當務之急是把家榮接回來。” 他大嫂紅著眼：“警察不肯放人我怎麼接！” “我去接。”冰冷的聲音打斷他們。 “盛廷？”許源尷尬笑道，“你來了，也是，你如今是市長，在警局那邊的面子自然比我們好用。” 許盛廷不置可否，神情冷淡的跟主位上的老爺子打了個招呼。 警局，季靈希坐在和許家榮一欄杆之隔的房間裡，冷眼看著他發瘋。 對此警察也頭疼，他們又何嘗想得罪許家，季靈希雖然控訴許家榮侵犯未遂，但到底拿不出實質的證據，本來教育教育就可以放人。 但許家榮一個嬌生慣養的大少爺，還是第一次被人開瓢，哪裡咽的下這口氣？ 非要強留在這裡死纏爛打，要季靈希坐牢，不然就賠償他五百萬。 五百萬？就憑他頭頂連輕傷都算不上的口子？這不搞笑嘛。 況且罪名雖無法成立，但人家姑娘身上的淤青和破碎的衣服是實打實的，砸他完全是合法自保，他再鬧也沒用啊。 警局外傳來動靜，有人小跑進來，“隊長，許家來人了。” “誰來了？” “好像是許家二爺。” 警長唰得起身，“還不快請進來！” 季靈希聞言抿緊了唇，神態防備。 許家二爺，那不就是許家榮的小叔？肯定是來撈他的。 門被推開，男人高大的身影出現在門口，季靈希警惕地望過去，卻看到了一張意料之外的熟悉的臉。 她人傻了。 怎麼是許盛廷？ ...... 接下來會發生什麼？ 這裡放的章節有限，點選下方按鈕安裝App，繼續閱讀更多精彩章節 （打開應用程式時會自動跳到該書） &5& | LEARN_MORE | https://fbweb.cdreader.com/130853449-fb_contact-ft | Love reading - A | https://www.facebook.com/61568188880222/ | 73 | 0 | 0 | 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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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🔥📚 This novel is so exciting that I'm going to stay up all night to keep reading! | 📖：As the world teetered on the brink of spiritual desolation, fate led him to become the final disciple of a celestial genius. For ten years, he vanished into seclusion, refining his spirit amidst the arcane. When he descended, riding a sword that shimmered with otherworldly power, the heavens trembled—an invincible force had awakened to reshape destiny and crush all who stood in his way!😮😮 Chapter 1 Ten Years Later Mount Stokeris had steep and towering cliffs with ancient trees reaching toward the sky. An isolated monastery stood alone amidst the clouds at the summit of the mountain. Two people were standing in front of the monastery gates, an elder and a youth. “Finneas, a decade has passed, and you've become invincible in the ordinary world. It's time for you to descend the mountain.” The voice of Melvin Frye, the elder, carried the weight of time. “Just say it if you want to hit me.” Finneas Lamorde looked at the old man with eyes full of resentment. Melvin fell silent for a moment before he said, “Actually, my actions were for your own good!” “Hah!” Upon hearing those words, Finneas let out a cold scoff but didn't respond. Suddenly, Melvin asked, “Finneas, do you despise me?” “I used to really hate you!” “And what about now?” “It doesn't matter anymore. Ten years have passed, so there's no point in bringing this up.” “You're right in that it's pointless! After all, how many decades does a person have in their lifetime... Time is as ruthless as a blade, cutting down even the most arrogant. Despite my strength, I still couldn't leap across to that unreachable shore.” The old man let out a sigh. With great effort, he lifted his gaze, staring into the distant sky. At this very moment, the sun was setting in the west, marking the arrival of dusk. The evening glow intertwined with the layers of clouds, its lingering light falling upon the vast forest and reflecting a breathtakingly beautiful sheen. “The setting sun is beautiful, but alas, it is fleeting.” With a sigh, Melvin continued, “Finneas, could you call me 'Master Frye?'“ Finneas lowered his head, the corners of his mouth still carrying the same unchanged cold smirk. Melvin seemed accustomed to it, continuing to speak to himself as usual. “Finneas, what do you think the Immortal Realm is like?” “Finneas, I'm craving dumplings.” “Finneas, my tooth aches...” The scene gradually quieted down. Whoosh! The evening breeze blew gently, bringing with it a touch of coolness. After quite a while of silence, Finneas sensed something was amiss and looked up at Melvin. To his surprise, he found that the old man had closed his eyes at some point and was currently devoid of any signs of life. Upon witnessing this scene, Finneas stepped forward and roughly hoisted Melvin's corpse up. His voice was cold as he said, “Aren't you just trying to trick me into going down the mountain so you can find an excuse to beat me up? Why would you go to such absurd lengths as to feign death?” However, no matter what Finneas said, Melvin no longer showed any response. His complexion was gradually turning purple, and his body temperature was slowly cooling down. His frame had withered away to less than forty kilograms, a stark contrast to his once ethereal and majestic demeanor. Memories began to slowly surface in Finneas' mind. Ten years ago, he was merely twenty-two when he graduated from university. To fulfill his promise to his girlfriend, he journeyed alone by car to Yiefmery to meet her parents at their home. Unexpectedly, during the journey, he encountered an enigmatic old man. The elder mentioned that Finneas had a natural spiritual constitution and was a promising seedling for cultivation. Despite Finneas' objections, Melvin forcibly brought him into this scarcely populated mountain. Just like that, a whole decade passed! Over the span of those ten years, Melvin subjected him to the most rigorous training known to mankind. Every day, before dawn, he had to get up to train. At seven, he practiced his punches. At ten, he practiced his kicks. At twelve, he practiced his swordsmanship. At two in the afternoon, he practiced the Eyes of Aether. At six in the afternoon, he practiced his arrays. At nine in the evening, he focused on medicine. After midnight, he began to meditate. Day after day, year after year. Over the decade, he had yearned to escape countless times, to flee from this place and return home. But every time, Melvin would effortlessly drag him back and give him a severe beating! There was even once the beating was so severe it almost cost him his life. Even though immortal cultivation was considered a great opportunity, Finneas was utterly indifferent to it. His girlfriend was still waiting for him to propose, while his aging parents and younger sister were all depending on him to earn money and support the family. How could he stay here? Unfortunately, no matter how much he pleaded, Melvin remained unmoved. Finneas had once subtly suggested that he wanted to send a message home, even pleading on his knees, but the old man still did not agree. After giving him a thorough beating, Melvin said coldly, “The pursuit of immortal cultivation goes against the heavens, so you must sever all ties with the mortal world! Finneas, unless I'm dead, you can forget about ever leaving this mountain!” From that moment on, Finneas harbored a deep-seated resentment toward Melvin! He trained relentlessly every day, hoping to quickly grow stronger. His goal was to surpass Melvin so he could kill the latter as a way to alleviate the hatred burning in his heart. And so, a decade flew by in the blink of an eye! He had devoted himself to ten years of rigorous training, yet instead of surpassing the old man as he had hoped, he was instead met with this particular scene. At that moment, Finneas felt an emptiness in his heart. He wasn't as joyful as he had imagined, nor was he as infuriated. All there was, was an undisturbed tranquility. Or perhaps, it would be more apt to say he was feeling numb. He couldn't help but feel that his ten years of persistence now seemed utterly ridiculous. The evening breeze began to blow more fiercely. The temperature in the vast mountains seemed to have plummeted below freezing all of a sudden. Without uttering a word, Finneas silently laid Melvin to rest. Then, he turned and stood, his melancholic eyes gazing at the lush green mountains in the distance. No one could comprehend what he was feeling at that moment. After a good long while, he finally spoke. “I can't believe you're truly gone this time! Your body will gradually disperse, becoming eternal, much like the grains of sand in the desert. In a way, this could be considered a form of immortality. With this farewell, we'll never see each other again!” In the end, Finneas just couldn't bring himself to address Melvin as “Master Frye.” Then again, what significance did it hold whether he did it now or not? He unsheathed his sword, transforming into a ray of light that vanished into the horizon. If there had been a cultivator present at that moment, they would have undoubtedly been utterly astounded. It was hard to believe that in this modern era, someone could actually fly on a sword! Half an hour later, Finneas returned to the hometown of his memories at last. His hometown was located on the outskirts of Jacaster in Jussipi. The home he couldn't stop thinking about was nothing more than a modest, single-story house. In front of the single-story house was a small pond, with willow trees swaying gently by its side. “So... nothing has changed, after all!” Observing the familiar scene before him, Finneas' eyes ultimately welled up with tears. A decade had passed since he was abducted, and now he was finally returning to his home. Even with his current state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, on the verge of tears. Back when he had been in the mountain, there had been countless days and nights when he would dream of such a scene... Of swimming in the pond as a child, or the hustle and bustle of the streets, or even of all his friends and family. “After disappearing without a trace for ten years, I suppose Mom and Dad must have thought I was dead, right?” “And little Alyssa... When I left, she was only nine years old. I don't even know if she's in university now!” “The old man claimed that the path to immortality lies in cultivation and requires one to sever all earthly ties. But if that means cutting off those dearest to us, what then is the purpose of cultivation?” Finneas let out a long sigh, steadying his chaotic emotions. Wasn't this the moment he had been waiting for all these years? At that moment, a cry of fear suddenly echoed from within the single-story house. “I was wrong! I don't want the relocation compensation anymore! I was wrong, I understand my mistake now!” “Please... No... No!” Smack! “Behave yourself!” Upon hearing this, Finneas' expression changed abruptly. Is that Lyssie? Is she being assaulted? “D*mn it!” Finneas' expression was bone-chillingly cold. His body seemed to teleport as he rushed toward the single-story house's gates! Chapter 2 I Despise You Meanwhile, inside the single-story house. Two bald brutes, their bodies marked with dragon tattoos, were surrounding a girl as they let out malicious laughter. “She's absolutely stunning!” “Man, this is amazing! Who would have thought this stubborn tenant would be so gorgeous? The two of us really lucked out!” “Let me go!” Alyssa Lamorde pleaded desperately while sobbing. Her delicate cheek was a rosy hue from the slap, with traces of blood spilling from the corners of her mouth. She struggled with all her might, but it was utterly futile! No matter what she did, she couldn't fend off the two burly men. “Stop struggling! Once we're satisfied, we'll let you go!” “Don't worry, we'll treat you well, you know...” The two men held Alyssa down, all the while wearing wicked grins on their faces. Tears, clear as crystal beads, fell from Alyssa's eyes. She knew there was no escaping tonight! At this moment, she felt a chill coursing through her entire body as she reflected on her experiences over the years. She had been reluctant to spend money on clothes, and even when she got into university, she didn't have the funds to attend. Even when eating, she was always careful and meticulous. During the New Year, while others were enjoying a family reunion with a table full of lavish meals, she could only curl up alone on the bed in her single-story house, praying for the cold night to pass quickly. Eventually, an opportunity arose when she received news that she would be relocated. Unexpectedly, the demolition company took advantage of her being alone by offering an extremely low compensation for the relocation. She refused, which consequently led to the arrival of these two men to force her into submission. She genuinely didn't understand - what had she done wrong? Despite all the effort she put into living her life to the fullest, why did it seem like fate just wouldn't cut her some slack? Perhaps I should have left this world with Mom and Dad when they passed away eight years ago. That way, I wouldn't need to suffer anymore. Upon such thoughts, Alyssa felt a wave of overwhelming exhaustion and despair wash over her, to the point she fell unconscious. Upon seeing Alyssa faint, the two bald brutes laughed even more boisterously. Bang! It was at that moment the front door of the single-story house was kicked open with a single, forceful kick. Like a bolt of lightning, Finneas burst in! Upon witnessing the scene before him, his eyes instantly filled with rage, and he felt as though his heart had shattered into pieces! “Ah! Go to hell!” In a fit of rage, Finneas let out a furious roar, sending a slap through the air. Boom! Before the two burly men could even comprehend what was happening, they were reduced to a cloud of blood by Finneas! “Lyssie!” Overwhelmed with emotion, Finneas held his unconscious sister tightly in his arms, unable to hold back his tears. He had never in his wildest dreams thought that he would be met with such a spectacle upon his return. Seeing his sister's pitifully scant clothing and her red, swollen cheek, he felt an overwhelming sense of heartache. It took a while before his emotions gradually began to stabilize. After that, he fetched a clean outfit for Alyssa to wear and meticulously cleaned up all the bloodstains in the room. Only then did he sit next to his sister, silently watching over her. It seemed as though he could never tire of looking at her. They hadn't seen each other for a decade, after all! The transformation in Alyssa was significant. She had grown from the tiny tot of yesteryears into a stunning beauty. Just then, Alyssa slowly opened her eyes. The moment she saw Finneas, she was startled and quickly scrambled to her feet. She asked with a wariness in her voice, “Who are you, and where did those two people from earlier go?” “I scared them away!” Finneas didn't admit to having killed those two brutes. After all, his sister was just an ordinary person. It was inevitable that hearing such things would strike fear in her heart. At the same time, he felt somewhat conflicted within. Judging from her reaction, it was clear that Alyssa hadn't recognized him. However, this was to be expected. Ten years ago, she was merely nine years old. Over the past decade, his hair had grown long. Both his appearance and demeanor had significantly changed from what they used to be as well. “You scared them off?” Alyssa cast a doubtful glance at Finneas. Nonetheless, after a moment of hesitation, she murmured, “T-Thank you!” Despite her words, her expression remained cautious, and she maintained a relatively safe distance from Finneas. Seeing his sister's cautious demeanor, a sense of sorrow welled up in Finneas' heart. He couldn't imagine what she had gone through in the last decade without him here! What about their parents? Where had they gone? “Lyssie! Don't you recognize me anymore?” Finneas struggled to keep himself composed. “Who are you?” Alyssa looked up, a puzzled expression on her face as she regarded Finneas. His face was etched with weariness and melancholy. At first glance, he might not have been conventionally handsome, but upon closer inspection, one would discover that he possessed a unique, captivating charm. Beyond that, she surprisingly found the man before her somewhat familiar. It seemed as though they had met somewhere before! “It's me, your big brother, Finn!” A hint of a smile squeezed its way onto Finneas' face. “Finn?” Alyssa paused for a moment. Subsequently, a face from the depths of her memory began to slowly merge with the one right before her eyes. Her body visibly shuddered, and her eyes quickly reddened. It was clear that glistening tears were threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. “Lyssie!” Finneas truly struggled to calm his emotions at that moment. He cautiously reached out his hand, hoping to ruffle his sister's hair just like he used to when they were kids. Yet, he hadn't anticipated that, after a brief moment of appearing dazed, Alyssa would actually swat his hand away. Then, she seemed to transform into another person entirely. Rubbing her teary, red eyes, she snapped, “You're mistaken. I don't have a brother!” “Lyssie, you...” Finneas was taken aback, unable to believe his sister would utter such words. He had thought that upon hearing of his return, Alyssa would joyfully throw herself into his arms, just like she used to when they were children. Surprisingly, the look on her face now was one of sheer loathing. “Don't call me Lyssie! When our parents passed away, you were nowhere to be found. Now, when our home is on the verge of being demolished, you conveniently show up? Finneas, I really don't want to think ill of you, but you've truly let me down!” A tremor ran through Finneas' heart, and he quickly asked, “Weren't Mom and Dad in good health?” “Years ago, when you left and never returned, Mom and Dad spent all their fortune trying to find you. In the end, they were hit by a car on the road and passed away, just like that.” Alyssa's voice was noticeably choked, as though she were holding back tears. “W-When did this happen?” “A long, long time ago. Specifically, the second year after you left.” She gave Finneas another once-over, letting out a cold, mocking laugh as she said, “Hah! Just what have you been doing in the decade since you left us to end up looking like this? Could it be that Natalie abandoned you? So now you're homeless, you decided to come back? Finneas, you're really not human!” Finneas swiftly stepped forward, grabbing Alyssa's arm. “Lyssie, let me explain. You might find it hard to believe, but for the past decade, I've been on a path of immortal cultivation...” “Let go of me! I don't want to hear your nonsense!” “I won't let go! I won't ever let you go. You're my sister...” “Finneas, don't push me. Will you only be happy once you've forced me into a corner until I have no other choice but to end it all?” Alyssa's voice was hysterical, her emotions seeming as if they were on the brink of collapse at any moment. “Finneas, I will never forgive you! Never ever! From the moment our parents passed away, I've been left alone in this world with no family. Don't think that I'll forgive you just because you saved me!” Upon hearing this, Finneas was dumbstruck and froze on the spot. He allowed himself to be shoved out the door by Alyssa. Then, with a resounding slam, the front door was forcefully shut. Chapter 3 The Nine Heavens Immortal Art “L-Lyssie.” Finneas stared blankly at the tightly shut door, his heart aching. Contrary to his expectations, the anticipated heartwarming family reunion never occurred. Instead, a scene of desolation unfolded. Perhaps one could say, from the moment he was brought back to the mountains by Melvin ten years ago, it was destined to end in tragedy. Finneas stood at the doorway, catching his breath for a while, until his emotions gradually settled down. He had to admit Melvin's ruthless training had really affected him. He felt as though his blood had turned cold, as if no matter what happened, he could quickly regain his composure. Finneas exhaled a heavy sigh, slowly beginning to explain, “Lyssie, I truly went for immortal cultivation back then and was confined in a place for ten years! Only today was I able to come out...” Yet, there was not a single response from inside the single-story house. “Lyssie, no matter what, now that I'm back, I'm not going anywhere! I don't care at all about things like the relocation compensation. You're my sister, so it's my duty to protect you! From now on, it's just the two of us, brother and sister, depending on each other. I won't let anyone bully you anymore.” Creak. The gates had been opened. Alyssa looked at Finneas with a complicated expression. She naturally didn't believe Finneas' claim of being confined in one place for ten years. “Does all this talk hold any significance?” “Lyssie, after our parents passed away, these years must have been quite tough for you, haven't they?” Finneas said, his heart aching for her. “It has nothing to do with you.” Alyssa slammed the door shut once again. Then, leaning against the door, she clamped her hands over her mouth, tears already streaming down her delicate face. She genuinely wanted to be able to rush into her brother's arms like she used to when they were kids, to sob uncontrollably and seek solace from him. However, every time she thought about how Finneas had left for a woman after graduating from university, staying away for ten years and causing their parents' death, she found it impossible to forgive him. Now that her brother had shown up during such a sensitive period, when their house was about to be demolished and she would receive compensation for the relocation, it was hard not to speculate about his real reason for returning. “Lyssie, get some good sleep first. I'll be outside, keeping watch. If you need anything, just call for me,” Finneas uttered softly. Then, he found a relatively flat spot in front of the door and settled down cross-legged. Right now, his mind was a mess. He needed some time to sort out his thoughts. In their quest to find him, their parents tragically lost their lives in a car accident. After that, his younger sister had to live a lonely and difficult life all by herself for so many years. It was easy to imagine just how much hardship and injustice she must have endured. “Since I've returned, no one should even think about bullying Lyssie in the future...” Finneas let out a heavy sigh. Since his parents had already passed away, his sole focus now was to care for his younger sister and achieve immortality. “As for Natalie...” Finneas let out another sigh. Natalie was indeed his girlfriend back in the day. The two of them had been together for seven years, throughout three years of high school and four years of university. Though they loved each other, they were ultimately star-crossed, destined to remain apart. A decade had passed, and Natalie was now thirty-two. Finneas guessed that she had probably married and had children by now. “Forget it, what's the point in pondering over this now? In the end, it was I who let her down.” Finneas decided not to dwell on it any further. He moved into the lotus pose, breathing in and out meditatively. The breathing technique he practiced was known as the “Nine Heavens Immortal Art.” According to Melvin, this was a supreme immortal technique, something he had risked his life to obtain from an ancient ruin! Unfortunately, this method was not suitable for ordinary people to practice. It could only be cultivated by those with a natural spiritual constitution. That was the reason Melvin had been so excited when he first saw Finneas. After everything that happened, Finneas could also guess why Melvin had been so harsh and merciless toward him. Melvin was remarkably talented, managing to reach the Judgment phase in this modern era. Unfortunately, he was ultimately unable to overcome the barrenness of this world. At the end of his lifespan, he still hadn't succeeded in achieving immortality. Achieving immortality had been Melvin's lifelong obsession. Therefore, in the last decade of his life, he sought out Finneas. Pouring all of his lifelong knowledge into the young man, he hoped that Finneas would be the one to break the chains of their world, to shatter the curse that prevented future generations from achieving immortality. Under Melvin's inhumane training, Finneas proved to live up to his expectations. In merely a decade, he had become a cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core phase. The path of cultivation was divided into ten phases: Energy Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Projection, Divine Transformation, Void Refinement, Transcendency, Great Ascension, and Judgment. Each phase was further divided into numerous sub-phases. For instance, the Golden Core phase could be divided into three sub-phases: Core Formation, Core Condensation, and Core Transformation. Similarly, the Nascent Soul phase could also be divided into three sub-phases: Soul Formation, Soul Condensation, and Soul Transformation. Every minor breakthrough of a sub-phase was a major advancement for the cultivator, resulting in an exponential increase in their strength. One could say that in this modern era, Finneas was virtually unstoppable with his peak Golden Core phase cultivation! Naturally, this was just something Melvin had told him when he was still alive. As for the specifics, even Finneas wasn't quite sure, since he hadn't encountered any other cultivators up until now. The night passed in the blink of an eye. Finneas opened his eyes after his cultivation session, exhaling a breath of stale air. After breaking through the Golden Core phase, it wouldn't be easy for him to make further progress. Due to the scarcity of spiritual energy in this world, it would take an incredibly long time to form the Nascent Soul through mere meditation and cultivation alone. To break through quickly, he would have to find alternative methods. At that moment, the gates of the single-story house opened. Alyssa, carrying a basin full of clothes, stepped out, ready to wash them in the small pond nearby. Immediately, Finneas was by his sister's side. “Lyssie, doing laundry? Let me help you with that.” “No need,” Alyssa responded coldly. Last night, she had observed Finneas sitting outside all night. Yet, even so, it was impossible to erase the resentment in her heart. She kept thinking that her brother's return this time around was most likely due to the demolition and relocation. “There's no need to be polite with me.” Finneas promptly snatched the basin and headed toward the pond. As soon as he crouched down, he noticed something was amiss. This was because the washbasin was filled with women's undergarments... To wash... or not to wash? Finneas was truly in a bit of a bind. Although Alyssa was his own sister, he still acknowledged the inherent differences between men and women. Moreover, using his hands to scrub this type of intimate clothing didn't seem all that appropriate, and it was rather awkward... That being said, as Finneas gazed at the faded undergarments, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness in his heart. For a girl, it was essential to frequently purchase new undergarments, but it seemed like Alyssa had been wearing the same ones for years. “What's wrong? Can someone like you also feel embarrassed?” Alyssa stood on the shore, her tone indifferent as she spoke. “These clothes are too old. Don't worry, I'll buy you new ones later,” Finneas promised softly while washing the laundry. “Stop pretending!” Alyssa turned her head and walked into the house. Upon seeing this, Finneas couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. Chapter 4 Kelly Latiers After finishing the laundry, Finneas decided to go out and earn some money. Just then, a pink Chevrolet Spark drove up the dilapidated gravel road in front of their house. A girl with light makeup and flashy clothes got out of the car. She looked about eighteen or nineteen, wearing a white dress and black stockings. With a youthful, energetic appearance, she resembled a delicate porcelain doll. Her name was Kelly Latiers, a high school classmate of Alyssa's. Kelly gave a curious glance at Finneas, who was standing at the door, and then loudly called out into the house, “Lyssie, are you home?” Inside, Alyssa heard the familiar voice and quickly wiped away her tears. She then ran out to ask, “Kelly, why are you here?” “Lyssie, were you just crying?” Kelly noticed Alyssa's red eyes and immediately sensed something was wrong. She then thought of something and glanced warily at Finneas standing not far away. “He doesn't look like a good person. Did he bully you?” “No, I just accidentally fell.” Alyssa shook her head and pulled Kelly into the house. Finneas wanted to follow them, but as soon as he stepped forward, the door slammed shut. “She must be Lyssie's friend... With a friend around, Lyssie should feel better,” Finneas muttered to himself outside. It didn't really matter if he went in or not, as his keen hearing allowed him to hear every sound inside the house clearly. What troubled him was that Kelly looked glamorous and beautiful, while his sister looked like Cinderella. “Even though Lyssie said this place might be relocated soon, relying on the relocation compensation isn't realistic. I need to make money quickly!” Finneas pondered for a moment, then crouched in the corner to listen to the conversation inside. Inside the small room, there was only a worn-out bed and a desk piled with books. The two girls sat on the bed, whispering to each other, unaware that Finneas could hear everything they said from the corner. If Kelly knew, she would definitely scold him with her fiery temper. “Lyssie, who is that creepy guy with the scruffy beard and long hair?” “I don't know, maybe a scavenger here to take a dump.” “Oh, no wonder he looks so shabby. A grown man living like that is really shameful!” At the corner of the wall, Finneas was speechless. Alyssa didn't want Kelly to talk about her brother that way, so she quickly asked, “Kelly, why did you come here today?” “Oh! It's been a month since school started. The administrator asked me when you're going to register. If you don't go soon, the school will consider it a voluntary withdrawal.” Kelly said quickly. Alyssa bit her lip and didn't respond. “Is it because of the tuition fees?” Kelly looked around the room and then said, “You can apply for a study loan! No matter what, getting into Jacaster University is not easy. Are you really going to give up?” “I don't want to give up, but I can't get my study loan application approved.” Alyssa smiled bitterly. “Why is that?” “Because my verification of disadvantaged background status didn't pass!” “D*mn! How is that even fair? How can they not consider you disadvantaged? Why didn't they approve it? This is outrageous!” Kelly said angrily. Alyssa wore a bitter expression and didn't reply. She knew that even if she told Kelly, it wouldn't help. Kelly came from an ordinary family, and if they got involved with those people, they'd be in trouble too. She didn't want Kelly to experience what she went through last night. As for calling the police? After she reported it yesterday, two big guys came to kidnap her at night. She didn't believe it was a coincidence. “Is it because of the relocation? Do they want to force you to sell the land cheaply?” Kelly asked keenly in a low voice. Alyssa nodded silently. Kelly clenched her teeth in anger. “D*mn! These b*stards only bully a girl. If you had a man in your family, they wouldn't dare bully you!” Hearing this, Alyssa felt a pang in her heart. The situation had become serious enough that even having a man in the family might not solve it. “Forget it! I don't plan to go to university anymore. It isn't worth it. I'm alone, so it's fine if I can get by. I'll just live each day as it comes.” “No, if necessary, I'll talk to the administrator and ask the classmates to donate for you.” “Kelly, I can't live off others forever! Besides, going to university isn't always a good thing. I plan to work and see the world.” Alyssa forced a smile. Just then... Bang! The door was forcefully pushed open from the outside, and Finneas strode in. This scene stunned the two girls in the room. “No, Lyssie, you have to go to college. Don't worry about the money; I'll take care of it!” Finneas' face was dark with anger. He couldn't believe his sister was skipping university because of money! He was a powerful Golden Core cultivator and couldn't stand the thought of his sister not having money for school. His heart ached. If he hadn't eavesdropped, he wouldn't have known any of this! And the verification documents? Who was stopping them from being approved? How dare they bully Alyssa? They all deserve to die! At that moment, Finneas had an overwhelming urge to kill those who dared to bully Alyssa. “Are you insane? Trespassing into a private residence is illegal!” Kelly quickly shielded Alyssa behind her and glared at Finneas. “I'm Lyssie's brother!” Finneas replied calmly. “Brother?” Kelly looked skeptical and then turned to Alyssa for confirmation. Alyssa had just said he was a scavenger here to take a dump.” “My brother died ten years ago. This guy must be some nutcase.” Alyssa replied expressionlessly. “Did you hear that? You nutcase, leave now! Otherwise, I'll call the police. Don't think you can bully us just because we're two girls!” Kelly shouted. Finneas took a deep breath and slowly said, “Lyssie, whether you acknowledge me or not, you have to go to university. And Kelly, I'm going out to earn the tuition money now. I'll be back before dark. Take care of Lyssie for me. I'm afraid she might do something stupid.” After saying this, Finneas turned and left, quickly disappearing from their sight. This scene left Kelly stunned, her face filled with confusion. Jacaster University's tuition is over five thousand a year. How can a man who can't even afford new clothes earn that in a few hours? “He must be crazy! I heard that insane people aren't held responsible for murder. Good thing he left voluntarily,” Kelly said, patting her chest in relief. Alyssa felt conflicted and remained silent. She thought he had returned to fight for the relocation compensation, but now she wasn't so sure. Maybe he really did not have a choice back then. Should I accept if he brings back over five thousand for my tuition? Alyssa was lost in thought. Her eyes gradually lost focus, drifting into memories of her childhood. Chapter 5 A Hundred Thousand To Solve Your Problem After leaving home, Finneas ran directly to the city center of Jacaster. With his speed, a forty-kilometer journey was merely a matter of minutes. If he flew using his sword, it would only take a minute, but the city center was crowded, so he chose not to fly. As for making money? Finneas had numerous ways to earn it. Setting up arrays, refining medicines, making talismans, treating illnesses, and geomancy were all within his expertise. Any one of these could bring in a fortune. After a brief moment of thought, Finneas arrived at a market in North Jacaster. This market, known as Jaskait Market, wasn't the largest in Jacaster but was undoubtedly the most diverse. Everything was sold here, from daily necessities and home remedies to gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, and emeralds. You could even find a few fortune-tellers, exorcists, and those skilled in geomancy. The market's chaotic and mixed composition made it a lawless area, where even the city council avoided interference. Finneas found an empty spot, sat cross-legged, and wrote on the ground with a red brick: Rent me for two hours: Master of all trades, price negotiable. Having set up, Finneas closed his eyes and waited for someone in need to approach. The bustling market quickly spread the word about his offer, and many people came to take a look, but no one inquired further. His claim of being a master of all trades was too exaggerated. Even a deity wouldn't dare to make such a bold claim. Liar! They assumed he was a con artist. People surrounded Finneas, pointing and discussing. Some came to mock him with absurd questions like, “Can you cure impotence?” or “Can you increase its length by five centimeters?” Finneas ignored these obviously mocking inquiries. Meanwhile, in a black Hummer parked nearby, a group of men observed Finneas closely through the window. One of them spoke to a middle-aged man in the back seat. “Boss, this guy is too young. He's definitely bluffing. We should look elsewhere. If we don't find a solution soon, there could be major trouble at the construction site.” “Finding an expert in exorcism isn't easy,” the middle-aged man said with a sigh. He was Cameron Wheeler, chairman of a large construction company in Jacaster. Recently, strange occurrences plagued his company's construction site. Workers reported hearing children crying at night, and those who investigated found nothing. When the workers returned to their dormitory, the sounds of crying from outside resonated once more. Last night, a worker claimed to have seen a weasel smiling at him when he went to the toilet. It asked, “Young man, do I look like a human or an immortal?” The worker had never encountered such a bizarre incident. He didn't dare to respond at all and fled straight back to his dorm. However, as soon as he returned, he fell seriously ill and couldn't get up. Despite going to the hospital, they couldn't diagnose anything wrong with him. He was still lying in the hospital now. Desperate, Cameron personally led a team to Jaskait Market to find an expert. They found several seemingly powerful experts, but all turned out to be frauds. Cameron rubbed his temples in frustration. The project was worth over two billion, with a potential profit of one billion for him. Delays were costing him heavily. “Boss, I heard there's an expert in South Jacaster.” “That old guy's a fraud. I know better than you.” “What should we do then?” “I'm not paying you to ask me questions! Useless fools!” With his keen hearing, Finneas had already overheard the conversation in the Hummer. This sparked an idea, and he shouted, “Master of all trades, especially skilled in exorcism! Come to me if you need help!” After that, he began packing up, acting as if he were leaving. At this moment, a middle-aged man rushed out of the Hummer and shouted, “Young man, wait!” Gotcha! Finneas smirked and paused, scrutinizing the man. The man had a square face and thick eyebrows, exuding an aura of authority—likely someone from either the underworld or high social standing. Regardless, he wasn't an ordinary person. Most importantly, a dark aura surrounded the man's forehead, showing that he was facing imminent danger. It was a sign only visible to someone with Finneas' spiritual vision. “Let me introduce myself. I'm Cameron Wheeler, and I—” “I have limited time. Get to the point.” Finneas acted like an arrogant expert. Cameron eyed Finneas, then explained the situation at the construction site. “Where is your construction site?” “It's situated roughly fifty kilometers from the eastern suburbs, at the foot of Mount Riveria,” Cameron replied. Hearing that, Finneas had a rough idea. They were in the modern era, but spiritual energy still existed, leading to the birth of demons. The workers likely encountered a mischievous weasel that had a quest for immortality. This wasn't to imply that the weasel was truly on the verge of becoming an immortal. Rather, it had lived for a considerable amount of time and developed spiritual intelligence. Thus, it resorted to unorthodox methods to satisfy its primal desires. Such creatures would be terrified of Finneas. However, he deliberately asked, “There are many experts in this market. Why approach me?” “Forget it. They're all charlatans here to fish for fame,” Cameron responded coldly, then continued, “I know what you mean. If you can handle this, I'll pay you twenty thousand.” Finneas looked straight at Cameron and said calmly, “Mr. Wheeler, this isn't a simple matter. It's beyond dire! Forgive me for being direct, but if this situation is not addressed soon, your site and even you will face danger. Have you been sleeping poorly lately? Cameron's heart skipped a beat. He knew the situation was dire. The site had been shut down for days, costing him tens of thousands daily. If this situation were to continue, he would suffer huge losses. Moreover, he had felt watched at night recently. However, when he switched on the lights, there was nothing around. That made him terrified. Cameron initially doubted Finneas. He was desperate to try anything. After hearing Finneas' words, he was filled with shock. Is this poker-faced man a true expert? “Young man, what do you suggest?” “Raise the price.” Cameron looked at Finneas. Rather than feeling angry, he was surprisingly delighted inside. Asking for more money indicated confidence. “How much?” “A hundred grand. 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Attention New York! ✨ Let’s get ready for Christmas with this amazing giveaway! Win 2 tickets to Mariah Carey’s upcoming concert in New York! 🙌 How to enter: Follow us at @perfectchoice.us and like this post Tag the person you’d like to take with you. They must follow us too! The concert will take place on December 17th in Brooklyn. | WATCH_MORE | https://www.instagram.com/perfectchoice.us/ | Perfect Choice US | https://www.facebook.com/perfectchoice.us/ | 5 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch More | 0 | instagram.com | DCO | https://www.instagram.com/perfectchoice.us/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469493805_575051605221046_8352870342088830092_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UIcBnAdouJ0Q7kNvgHlkpSq&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A1lEuaQGZrYzGbpzAhno0OG&oh=00_AYBqy2HZmTTb0TuGuUj4Ov0VH784Kpcf_65pWa_KdyjfDA&oe=675954EA | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Perfect Choice US | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🖊️🖊️🖊️ GIVEAWAY 🖊️🖊️🖊️ Pen your dreams with @pilotpenusa! This week we’re giving away ONE (1) @pilotpenusa prize pack, enter for a chance to win our W.B. Mason x @pilotpenusa Giveaway! 🚚🖊️🚚 To Enter: 1. FOLLOW @wbmasonco AND @pilotpenusa 2. LIKE this post 3. Tag a friend! 🖊️ Prize Pack Includes: An assortment of @pilotpenusa writing utensils, a W.B. Mason Collectible Truck, and more. 🚚🖊️ *Ends December 11th, 2024 at 11:59PM EST. Winner will be announced on or about December 12th, 2024 at 5:00 PM EST. #PilotPen #PilotPenUSA #Pens #InstagramGivaway #Sweepstakes #Giveaway #WhoBut #WBMason #WBMasonCo This giveaway is not sponsored, administered, or endorsed by Instagram. | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | https://www.instagram.com/_u/wbmasonco | W.B. Mason Co. | https://www.facebook.com/WBMasonCompany/ | 9,874 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | https://www.instagram.com/_u/wbmasonco | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469509404_1312845269890156_8466397881507147806_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=33sTemnr2uEQ7kNvgFqdSAQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AP_-wla_9PVA4TyhXDNheZY&oh=00_AYC87qluCFnvAQGILQG7g3cvI-L7iQedgTjA3aGRx6qeYw&oe=675959E6 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | W.B. Mason Co. | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-12-06 19:00 | active | 1966 | 0 | Sell Your House Fast! | We need to buy a few properties this month and yours is my favorite area. Can we give you an offer on your property? Just click the button... fill out the form and we'll do a little research and give you a no obligation offer. What have you got to lose? I’ll buy the property according to your timeline. Here are a few of the benefits of working with me: I can buy the property “ as is” - means that you don’t have to spend a single penny trying to repair or sprucing up the property. I can buy it with liens and / or code violations - so you no longer have to worry about dealing with the city or county or having concerns about losing the property at the tax auction sale. I’ll deal with all of that after I close on the property. I will buy it with the current occupants - if you’ve got a tenant not paying your rent or just messing up the place, I can buy it with them there and I’ll deal with all of that after I close on the property. I will buy it with whatever is inside of the house - you don’t have to worry about cleaning out the house or making it nice and tidy, just take what you want from the house and leave the rest…. I’ll handle cleaning it out after I close on the property. Click the button to find out how much I can offer you. There is absolutely no obligation, no pressure, and you have nothing to lose by requesting an offer! | LEARN_MORE | http://fb.me/ | Sell My FL House | https://www.facebook.com/61569060125369/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | fb.me | DCO | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469480526_8333140486790100_7638108951560927816_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=STY51qTxHlMQ7kNvgF8anbX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AdZeDWcMWQf098Ukwk-eI3b&oh=00_AYBl0uPjkKQR0lmARASP6QItiZdQ6AaQuJBMGa-d7oblGQ&oe=67598A29 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Sell My FL House | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🎄❄️ December New Release + Workshop Giveaway! ❄️🎄 Our December collection is here, packed with winter-inspired and wellness-focused designs to brighten your season! From functional pieces to festive décor, you’ll find something to bring warmth and joy to your home. 🎁 Win a FREE WORKSHOP! 🎉 Here’s how to enter: ✅ LIKE this post ✅ FOLLOW Board & Brush Asheville 💬 COMMENT below and share which NEW RELEASE project is your favorite! ✨ BONUS: For every 20 shares, we’ll draw another winner for a FREE Pick Your Project workshop! 📅 Ready to create? Register today at boardandbrush.com/asheville to make your favorite design. ⚠️ Important: Stay safe! Winners will be announced on our official page ONLY. We’ll never ask for payment or personal details via message. Let’s make this December one to remember—full of creativity, cheer, and connection. Spread the word, and good luck! 🎨🌟 #bbnewreleases #porchsigns #thingstodoinasheville #porchmakeover #diy #porchdecor #paintandsip #boardandbrushashevillenc #boardandBrush | MESSAGE_PAGE | Board & Brush Asheville, NC | https://www.facebook.com/boardandbrushashevillenc/ | 3,340 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | MULTI_IMAGES | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469305118_606558788507894_1829476314052736363_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=haGGw-CjDu8Q7kNvgFAre_x&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ASK8l0n-5c5QNUN2D-_X92h&oh=00_AYAcsOcnKviCezAuDZpoMXBk92RaNecMrw6rAkvY275M6g&oe=6759821A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Board & Brush Asheville, NC | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Carissa Sinclair stared at the hypocritical man before her, his heartfelt promises still echoing in her ears. At the time of her husband's departure for battle, she used her dowry to support the household and care for her in-laws. In the end, however, she was met with betrayal; Barrett Warren used his military achievements to request the king's permission to take another legitimate wife, placing her on equal footing with him. She was the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, and she herself was also highly skilled in martial arts. After her family was destroyed, she had no choice but to marry a good husband as her mother had wished, learning to be obedient and manage household affairs to put her mother at ease. But the man before her was no virtuous partner. Barrett's handsome face bore a hint of apology, yet his words were resolute, "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it." Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! All her sincere efforts over the past year turned out to be feeding a dog. "Carissa, when I married you, I didn't understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She's unlike any woman I've ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa curled her lips in a faint smile; beneath her seemingly teary eyes gleamed a sharp, fierce determination, "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she's different from any woman you know. She's a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn't want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That's them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She's straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won't like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It's fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I'll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. "Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you'll be in separate wings. She won't compete with you for control of the household. She doesn't care about those things." "Do you really think I'm attached to managing this household?" Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett's mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligations—all these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. "Enough, I won't argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing," said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. Carissa watched him leave in a huff, feeling even more the irony in her heart. "My lady, my lord was too much!" said Lulu, Carissa's maid, wiping her tears away. "Don't call him that!" Carissa gave her a stern look. "We never consummated the marriage. He's not your lord." "Help me get ready; we're going to the royal palace." "What do we need to go to the royal palace for... Oh! Are you asking the king to revoke the decree?" Lulu asked innocently, tilting her head. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. "Silly girl, is it worth it for us to continue wasting our youth on someone like that?" Lulu covered her forehead and exclaimed, "Then why are we going to the palace?" "Of course, to seek a decree for divorce." Barrett Warren could leverage his achievements to request a marriage from the king, and she, Carissa Sinclair, could also use the military merits of the Marquis' family of Northwatch to request an edict for an amicable divorce. Since her husband's heart no longer belongs to her, why should she cling on? As for the substantial dowry she had given over the years, there's no reason to let this heartless family benefit from it for free. She will reclaim every single cent. 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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | In Merika State, the two of them lay close together on the hotel bed. As their passion grew, Justin Yates’s husky voice, filled with allure, murmured, “Em, how about having a child with me?” Caught up in the moment, Emily Yates replied without thinking. It wasn’t until they were lying together afterward that she remembered what he had said. “A child?” she repeated, a trace of intimacy lingering in her eyes. The look stirred Justin’s desire again. She was a constant temptation to him. Pushing those thoughts aside, he pulled out a ring and slipped it onto her left hand. “Are you proposing to me?” she asked. “Yes.” “Can I finally have your child now?” Justin asked, smiling. His eyes were warm, but there was no love in them, as if he were gazing past her, waiting for someone else’s answer. “I’ll give you plenty,” she replied, momentarily surprised. Proposing in bed wasn’t exactly romantic or formal, but she didn’t mind. She had waited three years for this moment, and it was worth it. Three years ago, she had been injured near the beach, hitting her head on a rock. When she woke up, she had no memory. Justin had saved her. The first thing she saw when she woke was his face, and one look left her captivated. Later, she learned that Justin had paid her hospital bills. She also learned of his identity. He was the CEO of RC Corporation. He proposed that she be his contract lover, and without hesitation, she agreed. They signed an agreement, defining their relationship, and he gave her the name Emily Yates. Yes, she was drawn to his looks. Despite their arrangement, the past three years felt like any other relationship. In the first year, she was a hidden lover. In the second, he introduced her as his girlfriend to his circle. Now, with three years approaching, he was proposing. Once she was part of his social circle, she heard whispers about a woman who had been his first love, someone he cherished deeply in college. She had disappeared without a trace, and he had been searching for her ever since. Over the years, Justin had lost hope she was still alive. That was why he finally proposed. Emily didn’t mind. Everyone has a past. Looking at the diamond ring on her left ring finger, she felt like it had all been worth it. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Justin was showering. Calming down, Emily wrapped a towel around herself and got out of bed to pick up their scattered clothes. A soft *clink* echoed as something hit the floor. It was Justin’s cardholder. She bent down to pick it up, and a photo slipped out. It was old, with frayed edges, as if it had been looked at countless times. The woman in the photo looked like her but younger, just how she would have looked three years ago. Emily didn’t remember ever taking this photo, but she had lost her memory. Maybe she had forgotten. She was just about to put the cardholder back when a large, slender hand appeared, taking it from her. Justin emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp and falling over his eyes, now tinged with a hint of displeasure. “Don’t touch my things,” he said coldly, his tone a sharp contrast to the intimacy they had just shared. Turning away from her, he put the cardholder back in his briefcase, his whole demeanor suddenly distant and guarded. Emily froze. Was he really getting defensive over a photo? She looked at him, confused. Wasn’t that her old picture? Before she could ask, Justin seemed to realize that his reaction had been out of line. He turned back and grasped her chin. With a playful glint in his eye, he ran his thumb over her still-swollen lips, toying with them. His voice was cool, devoid of warmth, but his words were deeply suggestive, clearly aiming to change the subject. “We’re going to be late for the art exhibit. If you rather stay here, I wouldn’t mind going another round.” Her cheeks flushed at his teasing, and she gently pushed him away. Her thoughts were scattered, and she quickly forgot about the photo. Justin had come to Merika State on business and had received an invitation to an art exhibition by Haley Quinn. He brought Emily along, planning to take her to the show once his work was done. Haley, a painter who had withdrawn from the public eye three years ago, rarely held exhibitions, making this one a rare event. Emily dressed quickly, while Justin had already changed into a fresh suit. The gallery was close to the hotel, so they walked there. Arm in arm, they strolled down the street, enjoying the perfect atmosphere. Just as Emily felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, Justin suddenly stopped. “Justin, what’s wrong?” She followed his gaze. Across the street, a disheveled woman, her clothes too dirty to recognize their original color, was recklessly crossing the traffic, oblivious to the danger. The woman pushed Emily aside and wrapped her arms tightly around Justin’s waist. She sobbed uncontrollably, gasping for air. “Justin, I finally found you. You came looking for me, didn’t you?” Emily stumbled from the shove, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding her. The woman looked eerily familiar. She resembled the one in the photo from the cardholder and, in a way, even looked like Emily herself. “Emma? Is that really you?” Justin’s voice trembled, his eyes locked onto the woman in his arms, as if afraid she might disappear again. Just moments ago, he had proposed to Emily. Now, right there in the street, he held another woman. He gently wiped away the woman’s tears with a tenderness so delicate, as if afraid of breaking something precious. “Yes, it’s me,” the woman sobbed, nodding desperately. Frail as she was, she clung to him. Justin was known for his fastidiousness and love of cleanliness, but he now held her tightly. He was soothing her with gentle words, as if she were a lost treasure he had finally recovered. He was afraid that even the slightest rough movement might hurt her. They seemed oblivious to everything around them, including Emily. Justin seemed to have forgotten Emily was still there. The woman in his arms had cried herself into unconsciousness. He took off his expensive jacket and draped it over her. He then slipped his arms under her knees and held her tightly as he carried her back toward the hotel. Emily stood there, feeling like an outsider. Her arm still ached from where she had been shoved, and she could still feel the warmth of Justin’s touch lingering around her waist. Just minutes ago, he had been tangled up with her in bed, proposing marriage. Now, he was leaving her in the middle of the street, carrying a woman who seemed to come out of nowhere. He had tossed aside his usual grace, holding this woman, who looked like a beggar, and rushed back to the hotel. The people around them pointed and whispered, like they were watching some sort of spectacle. Emily wanted to follow him, but her first step faltered. She steadied herself against a nearby building, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the window. Her flawless makeup now showed a hint of disarray. Chapter 2 Tears had fallen without her noticing, smudging the fresh makeup around her eyes. Emily glanced down at the diamond ring on her left hand, a sense of foreboding spreading through her. The sudden appearance of this woman might shatter the happiness she had been waiting for. She couldn’t just stand here. She had to know who this woman was. After a moment to gather herself, she headed back to the hotel. The plane flew from Merika State back to Haven State. At Lichfield Hospital, Emily stood at the door of a hospital room, arms crossed, trying to see inside through the window. Justin’s friend, Zac White, the director of Lichfield Hospital, along with other doctors, were examining the restless woman on the hospital bed. Two female nurses held her steady as they conducted their checks. On the plane, her face had already been cleaned, and she had been given fresh clothes. “Emma Xander? Hasn’t she... disappeared for the past four years?” Zac was shocked. Where had Justin found her? The Yates and White families had pulled every string they could to find Emma, but after four years with no trace, they had finally given up. And now, here she was. After completing their examination, the doctors and nurses left the room. A heavy silence fell over the space. A moment later, Justin’s voice seemed to echo from a distance as he gazed at the woman, now sound asleep after a sedative. “How is she doing?” “She’s malnourished, traumatized, and a bit disoriented, but otherwise fine. She just needs some time to recover.” Justin stood by her bedside, clearly prepared to stay with her. Zac hesitated, wanting to say something, but thought better of it and left the room. He opened the door to find Emily waiting outside. Feeling awkward for his friend, Zac adjusted his silver-framed glasses and greeted her with a polite smile. “Hi, Miss Yates.” Emily nodded in acknowledgment. “Dr. White, what’s her name? And what is her relationship with Justin?” she asked bluntly, desperate to know who this woman was. Zac hesitated, uncertain how to explain that Emma was Justin’s long-lost first love. This was his friend’s private matter, after all, and not his to reveal. Before he could find the words, Justin opened the door and saw them standing outside. He frowned, clearly displeased. “Didn’t I tell you to go home? Why are you still here?” Justin’s voice dripped with disdain and impatience, as if his irritation had taken on a life of its own. Emily stood her ground, unafraid. She needed answers. “You proposed to me in Merika State just 16 hours ago, but now you’re holding another woman and completely ignoring me. And you’re not even coming home? Staying out all night?” “Stop being unreasonable. Leave. Now,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding, his gaze on her as though she were an unruly employee who had crossed the line. Seeing Justin’s dark expression, Zac stepped in, concerned that Emily might end up on the losing side of this argument. When Justin was angry, it rarely boded well for anyone. “It’s late. Let me arrange a car to take Miss Yates home,” Zac offered, trying to ease the tension. Emily, however, refused Zac’s offer. She wasn’t leaving without answers. “You think I’m being unreasonable? I’m your fiancée. You left me on the street in a foreign country to carry another woman away without a second thought. Did you ever consider how I felt? “I’ll go, but only if you leave the hospital with me. There are doctors and nurses here to care for that woman. Right now, you’re coming home with me.” Desperate, Emily reached out to grab Justin’s arm. But before she could make contact, her arm was blocked by Justin’s personal bodyguard, William Carter. Emily was stunned, unable to believe what she was seeing. It felt as though her heart was being torn in two. Justin had always been there for her, always caring, always the first to pick up her calls, no matter if he was in a meeting or on a business trip. If she ever needed him, he would show up immediately. If she couldn’t be reached, he would search the whole city until he found her. But now, with this woman in the hospital room, he wouldn’t even let her near him? “What do you mean by this?” Emily’s voice trembled, mirroring the unease in her heart. Justin didn’t respond. He stared at her with cold, detached eyes, as if she were a stranger and not the fiancée he had just proposed to. Time seemed to stretch, each second feeling like an eternity. Finally, he spoke, his words sharp and emotionless. “Don’t be childish.” Childish? Once, he had said he loved how she depended on him, how she claimed him for herself. And now he was calling her childish? “If you want to stay here with her, then what about our marriage? You proposed to me just today!” Emily’s heart ached, squeezing painfully in her chest. She knew it wasn’t the right moment to bring this up, but she couldn’t accept the idea that her future husband would spend the night in the hospital with another woman. Zac stood nearby, listening in shock. Marriage? Had Justin really proposed to Emily? And what about Emma in the hospital room? Justin glanced over his shoulder, worried that the woman asleep in the hospital bed might hear them and wake up. Emily noticed the concern in his eyes. It was an expression she had seen many times when he had worried about her. But now, that look was for someone else. He turned back to Emily, his voice still icy. “If you don’t want to get married, we can call it off. This isn’t the place for your drama. William, have the driver take her home.” He didn’t like being threatened, especially when it came to his marriage. Without another glance at her, he opened the door to the hospital room and went back inside. William stepped forward, maintaining his respectful tone. “Miss Yates, please don’t make this difficult for me. It’s time for you to go home.” Zac looked at Emily with sympathy. “Miss Yates, it’s late. Maybe it’s best to talk things over with Justin another time.” But how could they ever discuss this again? Her fiancé had just left her humiliated, choosing to stay with another woman without a care for her dignity. The hospital hallway lights felt harsh, blinding her with their brightness. Realizing that staying there made her look like a fool, Emily decided she wouldn’t let herself be a spectacle for others to watch. Clenching her purse tightly, Emily turned to leave. As she took a step, her vision blurred, and she nearly collapsed. Both Zac and William rushed to steady her, their grip gentlemanly but firm. “I’ll walk you to the car,” Zac offered. Leaning against the wall, Emily took a moment to steady herself, then shook her head. “I’m fine. I can get back on my own.” Her footsteps wobbled as she walked down the hallway, but she managed to keep her head high until she was out of their sight. After returning to the hospital room, Justin glanced down at Emma, who lay pale and frail on the bed. A strange weight settled in his chest, and the pervasive smell of antiseptic only added to his irritation. He tugged at his shirt collar, unbuttoning the top two buttons, but the air still felt suffocating. He stepped back out into the hallway, finding Zac and William waiting there. Emily was gone. “She left?” he asked, visibly more at ease now that she was no longer around. He didn’t want her disturbing Emma’s rest. “Yes, she’s gone,” Zac replied, hands in the pockets of his lab coat, nodding. With both of them standing there, Justin didn’t bother asking how Emily had left. “I’m stepping out for a break,” he said. Chapter 3 “So, Emma Xander’s back. What are you going to do?” Zac asked, breaking the silence. He didn’t mention Emily, but they both knew what he meant. One woman was the college sweetheart, the first love who had once saved Justin’s life. The other was the girlfriend who had been with him for three years, sharing his most intimate moments, and now, his fiancée. After a long pause, Justin replied, his voice cold and detached. “She was just a stand-in. She could never compare to Emma.” He went on, his tone utterly indifferent, as if he hadn’t been the one to propose to Emily in Merika State. “The role of Mrs. Yates will never be hers. It can only belong to Emma.” In a way, Emily had saved him the trouble of saying it himself when she had brought up their marriage in the hallway. Zac and Justin had been close friends since childhood, both growing up in privileged families, each carrying a bit of that self-centered mindset typical of their social circle. But this time, Zac couldn’t help feeling sorry for Emily. Emily, though an orphan with no family or wealth, was straightforward and honest. Over the past three years, she had complemented Justin perfectly, and in Zac’s eyes, they had seemed genuinely happy together. On the other hand, considering how long Emma had been abroad, it wasn’t hard to guess what she might have gone through. Zac didn’t care about things like V-card or a woman’s past, but he had always found Emma to be somewhat pretentious. Even back in college, she often disregarded Justin’s concerns, running off on her own without a second thought. After graduation, she mysteriously vanished during an overseas reunion party organized by a close group of alumni. Despite mobilizing every possible connection, they never found her. Even the police suggested they give up, implying that a young woman disappearing overseas was likely gone for good. At that time, Justin hadn’t fully taken over the company and wasn’t yet experienced in handling crises like these. Around the same time, his father, Henry Yates, was in a car accident and died despite emergency treatment. After the funeral, Justin was suddenly thrust into the dual responsibilities of inheriting the company and fending off his uncle, Harry Yates, who was trying to seize control. Thanks to his grandfather’s intervention, Justin managed to stabilize the corporation. By then, the critical window to find Emma had long passed, and any chance of finding her had all but disappeared. Zac clearly remembered how Justin had been consumed with frustration and self-blame during those days. And then Emily had come into his life, bringing him some peace. For that, Zac was truly grateful to her. “Emily’s been with you for three years,” Zac said, trying to speak up for her. “She’s an orphan, with no one else in the world. Isn’t it a bit cruel to treat her like this?” “Then I’ll keep her around,” Justin replied casually, brushing it off like it was no big deal. “But marriage? That’s not going to happen.” His tone was so offhanded, as if having another woman around didn’t matter at all. He didn’t see a problem with it. Keep her around? Really? Was he expecting her to stay hidden away as his stand-in lover, someone he kept out of sight? A mistress? A side piece? Emily didn’t leave the hospital right away. She sat on a bench behind the flower bed, letting the cold night air wash over her. She hadn’t expected to find out the truth like this. It turned out she was only here because she happened to look almost exactly like his lost one true love. And since she had lost her memory, he saw the perfect opportunity to mold her into the image of the woman he truly missed, hiding the truth from her and using her as a substitute. All the affection and indulgence he had shown her, it was never really for her. It was for the woman he had lost. Emma Xander. So that was her name, the one he had loved all his life. That was why he named her Emily, a name that allowed him to keep calling out for the one he had always loved. Even in their most intimate moments, he would call her “Em.” Whenever he whispered “Em” in that deep, seductive voice, full of passion, she would lose herself completely, sinking further into him. It turned out he was simply looking at her face and calling out another woman’s name all along. It dawned on her that the photo in Justin’s wallet must have been of Emma, not her. She had foolishly assumed the woman in that picture was herself. What a joke. From start to finish, Justin had shaped her into the image of his hidden love, his one true love. And she had naively believed that she had won him over, making him fall in love with her. In truth, she was nothing more than a piece in their story. Emily felt her heart plunge from a mountaintop to the depths of despair. She had gone from being a proud fiancée to a hidden stand-in, a shadow. She had liked, maybe even loved Justin. But her pride couldn’t accept that she had been someone else’s replacement all along, or that she was now the secret other woman. Resolved to leave, she felt a small sense of relief that Justin had only proposed. They weren’t married yet, and breaking up would be far easier than going through a divorce. For a moment, she felt grateful for Emma’s sudden appearance. “Miss Yates, where are you?” the driver called, stepping out of the car after waiting a while. “I’m here.” Emily pulled herself from her thoughts, putting on her usual calm expression. “Is it just you? Where’s Mr. Yates?” he asked. “He’s not coming back.” Emily rose from the bench by the flower bed and walked back to the car with the driver. She wore a cream-colored, knee-length dress in a sweet, innocent style. As an artist, she was open to trying any look, but it was Justin who had said he liked this style. So, for the past three years, she had dressed this way for him. The spring breeze brushed her bare calves, sending a chill through her. Zac looked a bit uncomfortable, “Emily didn’t leave?” So, she had heard everything they had said. Justin’s tone was just as indifferent, cold, and unfeeling. “Good. Let her hear it. She needs to know her place and avoid causing any more scenes like tonight.” With that, he turned and walked away from the garden, completely unfazed by the fact that Emily had overheard him. Emily sat quietly during the ride back to Villa One. Mrs. Zimmer greeted her at the door, her face lighting up warmly after a few days apart. “You’re back! It must’ve been tiring, traveling with Mr. Yates.” Emily nodded wearily, barely acknowledging her. “Yes.” “Where’s Mr. Yates?” Mrs. Zimmer glanced behind her, looking for Justin. “He won’t be back tonight.” Emily’s voice was detached, as if his return made no difference to her. Mrs. Zimmer looked slightly disappointed at first, but then her face lit up with a knowing smile, the kind that came from having seen a lot in life. She took Emily’s suitcase and gently urged her to go get some rest in the bedroom. Once inside, Emily understood Mrs. Zimmer’s smile. The room was dimly lit, with candles arranged at various heights, casting a soft, romantic glow. Flowers and scented candles adorned the surfaces, and a bottle of champagne sat open on the table. Even the usual heavy gray curtains had been replaced with delicate lace, adding an air of intimacy. The bed was covered in thick rose petals, the entire room transformed into a romantic setting. Clearly, this had been Justin’s arrangement before their trip. Exhausted, Emily didn’t have the energy to clean up, and it was too late to bother Mrs. Zimmer. Chapter 4 Emily found the remote to turn on the lights, then looked for something handy to snuff out each candle one by one. Afterward, she retrieved her nightgown from the closet and headed for a shower. As she walked into the bathroom, she noticed the ring still on her left hand. She slipped it off and tossed it into the corner of her jewelry box. When she returned to the bedroom, she brushed all the rose petals off the bed and settled under the covers, pulling them over her head. She instinctively lay on the left side of the bed, where she was used to sleeping. Justin would always hold her close, gradually shifting over to the left with her until they were practically glued together. Now, the right side of the bed was glaringly empty. To fill the space, she scooted to the center, tossing the extra pillow onto the floor, finally feeling comfortable. She turned off the lights and went to sleep. Two days passed without any word from Justin. He was likely at the hospital with Emma or busy with work. Emily didn’t care and hadn’t reached out, maintaining a complete radio silence. The morning sun was bright, and the spring breeze was warm as she lounged on a deck chair in the villa’s garden, enjoying a face mask. Her mind wandered to practical matters. She had spent some time reviewing the contract she signed three years ago to be Justin’s “contract lover.” It was set to expire automatically after three years, which was now less than four months away. When it ended, she would receive a payout of twenty million. Between that, and the allowance and holiday bonuses he had given her over the years, she had saved nearly six million. She had barely spent any of it, so it was all tucked away. It seemed she would be in decent shape financially, and finding a job after leaving wouldn’t be too hard. As for a place to live, she could buy a similarly sized home, and maybe invite Helen to move in as a roommate. It would be nice to have company. She did regret not being able to take Mrs. Zimmer with her. If she could, it would be perfect. The phone on the coffee table buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. Emily picked it up, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and a new message notification popped up at the top of the screen. She tapped to open it. It was from her friend, Helen Walker. They had met a year ago while shopping, when Helen insisted on becoming friends after seeing her just once. With no memory of any past friendships, Emily had found Helen easy to talk to, and they had gradually become close. “How was your time in Merika State? When are you coming back?” Helen had attached a mischievous emoji with a smirk. “I’m already back.” “Already? That was quick.” “I thought Justin looked strong. Guess he didn’t last long? Not up to it?” “Not just ‘not up to it’. He can’t even get started.” Emily replied, seizing the chance to curse him. On the other end, Helen raised an eyebrow. It looked like Justin had managed to tick off her friend. But she wasn’t too concerned as they had argued before. Couples fought, and it usually blew over. “Perfect timing then. I’m heading to the TC Mall in a bit to stock up on some new clothes. Let’s hit the mall together and grab some food afterward. Get ready and meet me there.” “Sounds good. I’ll see you at the mall.” Emily agreed readily. She had spent the past couple of days clearing out the sweet, youthful clothes she didn’t like. Her wardrobe could use a refresh. She put down the phone and washed off her face mask. Glancing at the nearly empty wardrobe, she picked out a casual athletic outfit and did a quick, simple makeup look. Fresh and tidy, she got ready to head out. “Mrs. Zimmer, I’m meeting a friend to go shopping. I’ll have lunch out,” Emily said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Alright, Miss Yates. Will you be back for dinner?” Mrs. Zimmer, who was supervising the housekeeper’s cleaning, looked up to ask. Emily paused while slipping on her shoes, thinking about how unpredictable Helen could be and that they hadn’t seen each other in a while. She might not be back for dinner. “Not sure yet. I’ll text you later if I’ll be back in time.” “Understood.” As Emily opened the door, she found Justin’s assistant, Sam Spencer, just about to knock. “Hi, Sam,” she greeted him coolly, planning to step around him to leave. “Hi, Miss Yates. Mr. Yates has a flight out of town this afternoon for a business trip. Could I trouble you to help pack his things before you go?” Sam’s tone was respectful, as usual. Emily didn’t move. “Mrs. Zimmer, Justin’s going on a trip. Could you please help with his packing?” “Miss Yates, this…?” Sam’s face showed confusion. “What? Before I came along, didn’t Justin have someone to handle his luggage?” Her expression was calm, her tone light. “Of course. You’re absolutely right, Miss Yates,” Sam replied, beads of sweat forming as he carefully balanced his response, not daring to offend either side. In the past, Emily had always packed for Justin’s business trips. She had done it so many times that she knew exactly what he would need for any occasion. But now, she had no desire to continue. He had used her as a stand-in, and every time he watched her pack his bags, he must have thought she looked foolish. Three years. Now that she thought back, there had been plenty of strange looks and behaviors from Justin that she hadn’t picked up on. She had been utterly blind. But she wouldn’t be foolish anymore. Emily was ready to leave, but Sam was blocking the door, preventing her from going. She urged Mrs. Zimmer to hurry with the packing. Mrs. Zimmer quickly filled the suitcase and handed it to Sam, who was waiting in the living room. He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes had barely passed. That was fast. "Mrs. Zimmer, are you sure it’s all packed? Should we check to make sure nothing’s missing?" he asked cautiously. Emily replied without emotion, “Isn’t the flight at noon? If you keep dragging your feet, he’ll miss it. Besides, anything he needs can be bought over there.” She checked her watch, starting to feel a bit pressed for time. If she delayed much longer, Helen would end up waiting impatiently, and they would miss out on shopping before lunch. And who wanted to try on clothes with a full stomach? “Of course, Miss Yates. I’ll head over to the office to pick up Mr. Yates,” Sam said with a polite smile, making his way out. Emily nodded and headed down to the garage. She chose a white luxury car and drove off. Meanwhile, Sam took the suitcase to the sleek black car parked discreetly by the curb. He placed it in the trunk, then settled into the front passenger seat. The driver, Justin’s bodyguard, William, started the car. But instead of heading to the airport, they were bound for Lichfield Hospital. “How much longer until Emily’s contract is up?” Justin’s voice was calm and emotionless, as if he were discussing a routine business matter. Sam immediately understood that the question was directed at him. He quickly recalled the contract details. “Less than four months, Mr. Yates.” “Draft a new agreement and deliver it to her when the time comes,” Justin instructed. Keeping her around for three years had cost him little, and continuing to support her wasn’t an issue. But he was done with her. He wouldn’t touch her again or return to Villa One. Recalling the scene from the hospital hallway two nights ago, he added without hesitation, “Include a clause that ensures she never shows up in front of Emma again.” Sam was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained his professional composure. “Understood, Mr. Yates.” Chapter 5 People said billionaires were cold and indifferent in their personal lives, switching women as easily as they changed clothes. For the past three years, Mr. Yates had only been with Miss Yates, making him seem like a devoted man. But it looked like he could move on in an instant. Who knew how long Miss Xander would last by his side? Sam had joined the company three years ago, right when Justin took over RC Corporation, so he wasn’t familiar with the complicated history between Emma and Justin. Inside TC Mall, Emily was browsing through clothes, each piece a far cry from her usual sweet and innocent style. “Babe, switching things up?” Helen asked, watching as Emily picked up a long black dress with a slitted hem. It would look stunning on Emily’s curves. Emily held the dress up to herself in the mirror, unfazed. “Yep, time for a change. Do you think this would look better with a shawl or a jacket?” She turned to give Helen a look. “A shawl, definitely. It’ll highlight your figure beautifully,” Helen replied with her usual style advice. “That’s what I thought too.” Helen eyed the dress. “That dress is so feminine. Will your guy even let you wear it out? Doesn’t Justin only let you wear those sweet, innocent schoolgirl outfits?” Helen couldn’t help but mentally criticize Justin’s taste. What kind of fashion sense did he have anyway? A multinational CEO, a man with a grip on the Haven State economy, yet he liked her to dress like a schoolgirl. “His taste doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not something I’m concerned about,” Emily replied casually, completely indifferent. She handed the dress to a fitting assistant with a similar build, having her try it on for her. High-end stores like this one often had staff who modeled the clothes for clients, so she didn’t have to try them on herself. Emily picked out a few more items in different styles for the assistant to model. If she liked them, she would buy them. When she was satisfied with her choices, she scanned her card and paid, then filled out the delivery details for Villa One. The clothes would be sent straight there. After they had finished shopping, they went for lunch. With no one else around, Emily finally shared her situation with Helen that she had been Justin’s stand-in for his one true love. Now that his true love had returned, she was planning to leave him. “That despicable man!” Helen burst out, her emotions flaring. “Keep it down.” Emily quickly covered Helen’s mouth and glanced around to see if anyone at nearby tables was paying attention to them. Helen lowered her voice but was still fuming. “Justin might look put-together, but he’s not even half a man. His first love disappears, so he goes and finds a stand-in? “Why didn’t he just get plastic surgery to look like her? Then he could see her every time he looked in the mirror. “Good for you for walking away. You should break up with him. No! Just breaking up is too good for that pompous human garbage! You need to dump him into the sewers!” LMAO, where did Helen even learn these insults from? Just then, the server brought out a tray with seasoned meats, fresh vegetables, and a variety of salsas. Emily began assembling her own tacos, adding the toppings she liked best. “The contract’s up in four months. I’m planning to buy a place.” “What for? Just stay with me. I’ve got a room for you.” “My address is still tied to Justin’s place. Since I’ve decided to leave, I need a clean break. I’ll need my own place to change everything over,” Emily explained, outlining her plan. Her heart felt numb now, no longer as raw as it had been the night she’d learned the truth in the hospital garden. “Then you can cancel your lease and move in with me! We’ll be family!" Emily suggested excitedly. Helen suppressed the impulse to tell Emily that they were already family. Given Emily's amnesia, she didn’t want to overwhelm her with too much information all at once. Instead, she nodded. “Alright, I’ll move in with you. I’ll start looking around for a place for you. Actually the place I rent now is quite nice. The location and neighborhood are perfect. I’ll check if the landlord’s interested in selling, though it’s a resale property.” “I don’t care if it’s new or used. As long as it’s clean and ready to go, I’m good.” Emily didn’t need much. After leaving the cushy life she had been used to, she was perfectly fine doing things on her own. She found the independence kind of refreshing. After lunch, they picked up some accessories to go with the new outfits, light enough to carry back on her own. Emily said goodbye to Helen and drove back to Villa One. By the time she got back, the clothes she had bought that morning had already been delivered, ironed, and neatly hung in the walk-in closet by the house staff. She hadn’t bought much, just enough to last the next few months and to keep the move as hassle-free as possible. The women’s side of the closet was nearly empty, with only a few of her favorite pieces hanging. She grabbed a new loungewear set to change into and happened to glance over at the men’s side, packed with Justin’s clothes. Emily didn’t linger. She strode past it without a second thought. As she was heading to the bathroom, her phone rang from the sofa. She put down the clothes and picked up the call. “Hello, is this Miss Yates?” “Yes, this is.” “I’m a nurse from Lichfield Hospital. Your health screening results are in. When would be a convenient time for you to come pick them up?” Emily remembered that Justin had taken her for a checkup just before their trip to Merika State. She had forgotten all about it until this call. “I’ll come by tomorrow morning.” “Very well. Have a nice day.” The next day, Emily went to Lichfield Hospital. “Plan to have a baby?” “That’s right. Mr. Yates specifically requested it during his screening. Your health is excellent, Miss Yates. Your ovulation cycle is regular, so we recommend folic acid, Vitamin B1, and plenty of protein. With the right timing and frequency, you should be expecting good news soon.” The doctor adjusted his glasses and smiled warmly. Emily’s fingers tightened around the report, a heavy feeling settling in her chest. She had been trying hard not to think about Justin lately, but this report hit her unexpectedly hard. “Miss Yates, I’ll prescribe you two boxes of folic acid and Vitamin B1. Be sure to take them regularly.” Emily interrupted him, finding an excuse to refuse. “Thanks, doctor, but that won’t be necessary. I’ll get them on my own.” The doctor wasn’t surprised. Wealthy women like her often had access to premium brands from various sources, so declining hospital-prescribed supplements wasn’t unusual. Emily left the hospital in a daze, only coming to her senses when she reached a sunny spot outside. She tossed the health report into the trash bin. With Emma back, Justin clearly had no intention of having children with her. And she certainly didn’t want to give him one, either. It was easier to pretend she didn’t know what the checkup had really been for. Meanwhile, in the hospital’s garden, the spring sunlight was warm and gentle. Justin was pushing Emma’s wheelchair, letting her enjoy the sunshine. “Justin, you’re busy with work. You don’t have to be here with me all the time. I can manage on my own,” Emma said, her voice soft and considerate. “Focus on getting better. Don’t worry about anything else.” Justin felt a deep guilt about Emma’s disappearance, blaming himself for not protecting her better. He believed his negligence had allowed her to be taken and vanish without a trace. Over the past few days, he had tried to gather clues from her about what happened, but whenever he brought it up, she would break down, unable to share any details. Emily hadn’t expected to see Justin at the hospital. 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