Wearing a stern expression, William was the first to leave the meeting room. It was unlikely that he would ever attend another shareholders' meeting at Quigley Group. As evening approached, the sky over Rosseera City was painted with the colors of sunset, and the streets were crowded with cars. Traffic lights blinked intermittently while traffic police officers worked diligently to maintain order on the street. Sitting in her car, Summer looked visibly anxious. Having finished work, she needed to rush to the Quigley residence, but she found herself stuck in traffic halfway there. It seemed like there was no way she would be able to reach on time.The mere thought of Caroline waiting for her at the Quigley residence filled Summer with dread. If Caroline found out Summer was late, she would surely unleash her wrath and hurl hurtful words at the latter. Summer gripped the steering wheel tightly, silently praying for a smooth journey and hoping to avoid Caroline's anger. Unf
Sean, a tall middle-aged man with a black beard, wore a high-brimmed hat and a white chef's uniform. At first glance, he appeared to be a professional chef. However, his demeanor was far from friendly; in fact, he exuded an air of hostility. "Mrs. Quigley, please cut the cabbage," Sean instructed, pointing to the large cabbage on the countertop. Cutting cabbage posed no challenge for Summer; she often helped with cooking at home. Even on days when she had work, she made it a habit to prepare her own meals. With confidence, she picked up a knife and began cutting the cabbage. Summer's cutting technique produced uniformly shaped strips of cabbage, demonstrating her adept knife skills. It was evident she was no novice. However, despite her proficiency, Sean still managed to find fault in her. "Mrs. Quigley, the position of your finger while cutting isn't quite correct," he said. "Huh? It's not correct?" Summer was surprised. It was the first time she had heard that there
Sean was a professional chef. Despite his underestimation of Summer's capabilities, she was actually quite skilled. However, Caroline's reaction to the report was indifferent and distant. She simply waved her hand and dismissed Summer. Summer had anticipated this outcome. She knew that Caroline wouldn't praise her even if she excelled. Gaining Caroline's approval appeared to be a challenging task. Nonetheless, the evening had passed without incident. Fortunately, Summer had managed to remain obedient during the cooking lessons. Despite facing difficulties and enduring Sean's criticisms, she had persevered. Consequently, Sean hadn't reported anything negative about her to Caroline. Upon her return to the Beaut Moon residential area, Summer felt utterly exhausted. She collapsed onto the couch with sore muscles all over. Upon hearing sounds in the living room, James stepped out to see what it was. "Summie, what's wrong?" he inquired. When he saw Summer looking dispirited, he
James was being overly attentive. Although Summer appreciated his concern, she didn't need it at the moment. After all, if he persisted in showing such care, her lies would be exposed. Summer absolutely couldn't allow James to discover that she had visited the Quigley residence without informing him; it would likely lead to another dispute with Caroline. "James, I prefer to manage my work on my own. Remember when I mentioned that I wanted to establish my own career? If you help me, it won't be my career anymore; it'll become yours," Summer calmly explained. James fell silent briefly. He had a clear understanding of Summer's character and recognized her as someone who was ambitious, independent, and reluctant to seek help. After some contemplation, he relented. "Alright, I won't offer help, but you must inform me if you need anything." "Okay, I'll remember that," Summer replied. With that, she successfully declined his offer. Subsequently, she said she would be busy for th
At noon the following day, Rosseera City Airport bustled with activity. Renowned as the most advanced transportation hub, it attracted frequent visits from both businesspeople and A-list celebrities. Stepping off a Mystoria Airlines plane, a woman pulled her suitcase behind her. She was dressed in a stylish white and blue dress and sported waist-length hair and sunglasses. Her figure was alluring, and her demeanor exuded elegance. One could tell at first glance that she was a beauty. She was Suzanne Camberwell, heiress to a wealthy family in Rosseera City. Now that she had completed her studies abroad, she was thrilled to be back in her hometown. "It's amazing how lively Rosseera City still is," she thought to herself. As Suzanne strolled along the expansive concourse of the airport, she carefully observed her surroundings. While she had been abroad, she had rarely encountered people of her own ethnicity. Now that she was back in her homeland, her curiosity was aroused.
"Alright, let's stop talking about it. Your father's waiting for dinner, so we need to head home. And we've got guests to greet later," Layla said, gently pulling Suzanne away. Despite Suzanne's initial reluctance, she eventually relented to Layla's insistence. However, the image of the handsome man remained imprinted in her mind like a photograph frozen in time. …By 11:00 pm, Summer had completed her grueling training session at the Quigley residence and was prepared to head home. As she walked to the gate, she muttered to herself in frustration, "This is absurd! They actually expect me to learn how to paint. I've never had any artistic talents since I was a kid, so how am I supposed to excel at it now?" Summer couldn't fathom why she was being compelled to learn to paint. Before this, she had been taught embroidery at the Quigley residence. Now, the sudden expectation to master painting seemed meaningless. Excelling in painting demanded years of dedicated practice, an
As Summer strolled past Keith and reached for her keys to unlock the car door, he suddenly slammed the door shut. "Hold on, Summer. I haven't finished speaking." Keith's tone dripped with condescension, as if he held some authority over her. Summer despised such attitudes the most; she couldn't stand people who acted like they were superior. Refusing to be intimidated, Summer shot him a disdainful look. "Do you have something else to say? Whatever it is, I'm not interested. If you don't have any business here, step aside. Otherwise, I'll be forced to seek assistance." "Feel free to call whoever you want. I'm curious to see who you'll reach out to," Keith replied, his eyes gleaming mischievously, a smirk dancing on his lips. It was evident he wasn't afraid of Summer seeking help. Intent on standing her ground, Summer resolved to go through with it. She would summon the security guards from the Quigley residence, and Keith would quickly regret his arrogance. "Hel—" Summer
Summer rolled her eyes. Given that Keith was the president of Ritter Corporation, he shouldn't have the time to suddenly engage her in conversation. She could sense that he had ulterior motives. With the night settling in and the road deserted, if Keith were to take her to some remote location, she would undoubtedly be in real trouble. "I want to get out of the car, Keith!" Summer demanded firmly. However, Keith disregarded her request, persisting in driving without stopping. Normally, she could force her way out by giving Keith a slap, but Summer refrained. She understood that road accidents often resulted from fights or disturbances inside the vehicle. With her life now in Keith's hands, the last thing she wanted was to risk losing control of the car by slapping him. Summer said threateningly, "If you don't stop the car, I'll call James. If he finds out that you forcibly took me away, do you know what the consequences will be?" Summer thought bringing up James would