Maxwell's expression froze, and his anger erupted instantly from within him. He shouted, "What did you say? Say it again if you dare!" Flora was dead? Who dared to say that she was dead? Who dared to let her die?Everyone knew that his shout, his anger, was just an attempt to avoid and mask the truth. What's the use of refusing to admit it? Flora wouldn't come back to life because of this, she wouldn't return to his side because of this!"Big Young Master, this is the truth. Miss Flora was killed by Chiyoko Tokugawa!" Darren reiterated this painful fact, restraining the danger of being beaten up by Maxwell. When he received this news, he was also shocked and immediately came to personally inform Maxwell instead of telling him over the phone. He was afraid that Maxwell might do something irrational and harmful!"It's impossible! Chiyoko doesn't have the guts!" Maxwell shook his head and spoke coldly. His body was already trembling so much that he couldn't stand steadily, leaning agains
The sun rose as usual, and after a night of turmoil, the Smith Family mansion remained engulfed in a somber atmosphere. Maxwell sat on the bed, eyes wide open, unable to sleep. With Mrs. Smith's consent, Darren gave him a sleeping pill.This tactic proved effective; Maxwell soon fell asleep, entering a deep slumber until the sunset.Upon waking, Maxwell's gaze was sharp. His first command to Darren was, "Go and bring Flora back."Darren thought he might be delirious from sleep, cautiously saying, "Big Young Master, Miss Flora... she's already...""Even if she's dead, bring her back!" Maxwell roared, abruptly sitting up from the bed. The sudden burst of anger startled everyone present!Even in death, he wanted Flora back by his side. They had promised not to part in this lifetime, yet she left him just days after making that promise. She was his wife, forever!"Maxwell..." Mrs. Smith comforted him by patting his shoulder. "The dead cannot come back to life; don't be like this. Flora is
Two years later.It was spring, the season when flowers bloomed. Inside a luxurious mansion, roses were blooming beautifully. Pink petals fluttered, decorating the green grass.Two children, who looked almost identical and like angels, were laughing and playing on the grass, chasing each other in the sea of pink flowers.They appeared to be about two years old, with blinking big eyes and fair skin. The most enchanting feature was their sparkling eyes. The only difference between their little faces was that the boy had a touch of masculinity, while the girl exuded a sweet charm.A nanny stood nearby, carefully watching over them, not daring to look away for a moment, afraid that the two little angels might fall or collide. From the nanny's expression, one could tell that these little angels were of high status.At that moment, the sound of a car approaching could be heard from the entrance. Soon after, a silver car slowly drove into the yard and stopped in front of the main house. The
In the President's office of the Smith Family Group, Joshua cautiously presented his work report to Maxwell. Ever since Flora died, he no longer dared to be negligent in his work or treat Maxwell with a disdainful attitude out of guilt.He had even quickly married to prove that he had long given up any fantasies about Flora and never had any intention of competing with Maxwell for her.Maxwell quickly skimmed through the report and handed it back to him calmly, saying, "From now on, you can make your own decisions regarding these projects. You don't have to ask me anymore.""Oh... alright." Joshua nodded obediently, clutching the report, and hurriedly walked towards the door. Meeting Maxwell had become a mental torment for him since two years ago. He was afraid, so he always wanted to escape!After Joshua left, Maxwell packed up and prepared to go home. His gaze involuntarily fell on Flora's photo on his desk. He couldn't bear to look away for a long time. Now, going home was no longe
"Who are you exactly?" Flor asked in a stern tone once again, half of her body forced to lie on his legs, no longer struggling or resisting, because she knew it would be futile. Deep down, she was reluctant to let go of his body!"I am your lover, your husband," Maxwell whispered in her ear, holding her body close again and assessing her rapidly changing expression. There was excitement in his heart as he said those words, and he reached out to tidy her clothes."It's not possible..." Flora shook her head in horror and said, "My husband is Henry!"Maxwell glared at her angrily and asked, "I was just about to ask you, how did you become Henry's wife?" The hand that was once caressing her tightened its grip, causing Flora to wince in pain. She furrowed her brows tightly, enduring the pain he inflicted on her."I..." Flora tried to speak, but Maxwell interrupted her, his voice icy as he said, "What has Henry done to you? Tell me!"Flora stared at him, anxious and bewildered, shaking her
In the White Family mansion, inside the lavishly decorated hall, tensions were running high. A young woman, tears streaming down her face, screamed at the elderly couple seated on the leather sofa, "If you don't break off my engagement with Joshua Smith, I will...!"And what will she do? Kill herself? No one would believe that she would choose death!Indeed, Mrs. White sneered at her, raised her eyebrows, and said, "So what? What's wrong with men gallivanting and carousing? Just because of some tabloid news, you want to call off the engagement with him? Do you think marriage is a child's play?""But there have been ten tabloid news about him this month!" Flora White grabbed the newspaper lying on the table, the one with a picture of her so-called fiancé kissing another woman on the street, and threw it at Mrs. White. Why was she so unlucky? Not only did she end up with such a foolish fiancé, but he was also a notorious womanizer."You need to understand, you're marrying into the Smith
Flora was pressed down on the seat by someone, shouting angrily, "Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me?! Hey!" The men seemed oblivious to her shouts and ignored her completely. Their mission was simply to apprehend her, so they had no intention of engaging in conversation. After shouting for a while and realizing they would not pay any attention to her, Flora turned her gaze toward the window. Outside the window, the passing scenery was unfamiliar to her, and they seemed to be getting further and further away from familiar territory. Fear began to well up inside her. They hadn't said a word, and she wondered where they were taking her. The car veered onto a winding mountain road, with a vast expanse of ocean to the right. Despite the magnificent view, Flora had no interest in admiring it. Her mind was consumed by worry about what was to become of her. After almost an hour of driving, the car finally slowed down and entered a large mansion. By this time, the sky had started to d
When Flora woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day. It felt like she had just experienced a nightmare, but the cold air surrounding her made it all too real. Flora was awakened by the chill, slowly opened her eyes, and tried to move her body, only to find herself so sore that she couldn't move. Her lips throbbed with pain, preventing her from even crying out for help. She lowered her head and discovered that she was completely naked, and her snow-white skin was covered in patches of dense purplish bruises in every corner of her body. On the floor beneath her, several blood stains blossomed like plum blossoms on the off-white carpet. Her brain rang with a bang as she instantly realized that her virginity had been taken away. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as her pure body had been inexplicably stolen by a man whose face she hadn't even seen! Her hands clenched into fists, pressing against the woolen carpet. Through her teary vision, she saw her clothes sca