Noelle asked, "Did their materials really exceed the legal limits?"Quentin replied, "Sort of."Though his response wasn't very clear, Noelle understood what he meant. There were some problems with Janel's materials. Even though it wasn't a big issue, Quentin exacerbated the problem and made it serious. Since that happened, Noelle believed that Janel Corporation was going to shut down soon. After all, no one would take a gamble with their lives. Suddenly, Noelle felt that Quentin was a bit too vicious. Meanwhile, Quentin frowned because Noelle fell silent. "Do you pity them?"The latter replied, "A little bit."Then, Quentin was a little speechless. "Silly Elle. Though you pity them, they weren't merciful to you at all. That day, Janel Corporation wanted to cause trouble for you. Think about it. If things worsened that day, your company would have closed down!"Noelle frowned in frustration. "You're right."After that, Quentin replied, "Okay, be a good girl and stop thi
After Ava opened the door for Martin, he saw Xyla, who was sitting on the couch. She wore a sexy nightgown that was made of silk. Her figure could be seen, and her shoulders and breasts were largely exposed. Martin could even see her white legs inside her nightgown. Xyla had let down her hair and was playing with her freshly painted fingernails. She didn't look like an innocent girl at all. Then, Martin thought, "Was Ms. Cadwell a prostitute in her past life? She doesn't behave like a proper woman, and doesn't even look like someone with depression.""Ava, don't let him in. He'll make my floor dirty."Meanwhile, Xyla was playing with her fingernails and didn't look at Martin. However, the disdain in her voice was obvious. Then, Martin cursed to himself, "Damn, who'd want to go in? If I enter her house, her bitchiness might contaminate me!"So, he left immediately after handing Ava the tickets. Ava closed the door and went inside the house. She scolded Xyla. "Why are you dr
The biggest problem was the huge difference between the two seats. It made it impossible for Quentin to face Noelle. He abruptly pulled her over and pressed her against the wall outside the concert hall. His forehead was pressed against hers as he called out, "Elle…"He held her arm, breathing heavily. His profound guilt made him want her even more. At that moment, he couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to hold her close. "Let's not go inside, please? I'd rather be alone with you right now, in our own little world."Her heart melted, as he had never acted like this before. Even though she had agreed to his request in her mind, she asked, "What brought this on all of a sudden?"Quentin abruptly cupped her face and kissed her deeply. Her soft lips brought him peace. Noelle melted under his kiss, and she could feel her body burning up. Worried that someone might see them, she murmured, "Please don't do this here, Quentin. Someone might see us!"He reluctantly let go of he
"Noelle, Quentin wouldn't kill me, right? By the way, why did you give your tickets to Xyla?" Yvette continued to wail on the other end of the line.Clutching her phone, Noelle stood frozen in place. So, he had given their tickets to Xyla? So, all that talk about not wanting to go to the concert and wanting to spend time alone with her, was all a lie? She was a fool to think he cared. Noelle bit her lip hard, and her face lost all its color. "Elle?" Quentin called out when he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in clean pajamas. He buttoned his shirt as he descended the stairs.Looking up, he noticed the woman's pallid complexion, and he froze. "What's wrong?" His heart leaped into his throat as he walked up to her.Noelle felt a dull ache in her chest, but she plastered a smile on her face. "You gave our tickets to Xyla, didn't you? So, all your talk about wanting to spend some quality time together was a lie, because you didn't have the tickets anymore!"His eyes flickered for
Zion worked in a private hospital located in the Utopia States. He pondered for a moment before answering. "Well, it depends on how they usually behave. For instance, are they perpetually in a somber mood? Are their minds clouded with negative thoughts? Are they unable to muster interest in anything? Did they give up on all their old hobbies? Do they spend their days doing nothing, staying inside, and just lying in bed?"Why are you asking? Are you depressed?"Quentin snapped, "Yeah, right!"Zion was rendered speechless. "How rude!" Quentin inquired, "What if that person still has all their hobbies, goes out a lot, and occasionally acts provocatively? Also, they only occasionally have suicidal tendencies. Could they be depressed?"Exasperated, Zion adjusted his glasses. "I believe you might've misunderstood me, Mr. Lowe. Let me put it this way; depression steals the light from a person's eyes. Their minds are filled with sadness and negative thoughts, and they prefer to be alone
Lorraine called a designated driver to take Noelle's car and drive her back to her apartment. Noelle was in a hazy, drunken state. One minute she'd feel like she was going to throw up, and the next she'd be mumbling incoherently. She constantly shifted around and looked very uncomfortable.Lorraine held onto her to prevent her from falling to the ground. She was also afraid that Noelle would throw up on her. "Please don't throw up, Elle! If you really have to, do it on Quentin!"Lorraine thought about using a tissue to cover her mouth, but she felt that it would be too much. She regretted allowing her to drink so much in the first place. Eventually, they arrived at Noelle's apartment. Lorraine helped her out of the car. "Alright, alright, we're home now. If you want to throw up, now's the time."Quentin looked up in his Bentley and noticed Noelle's car approaching. He immediately opened the door and strode over. "Elle?" His deep, concerned voice made Lorraine stiffen.For some re
Noelle slept soundly through the night and woke up to the enticing aroma of food. She sniffed the air and wondered where the aroma was coming from. It smelled like eggs benedict. Her appetite was instantly aroused.Then, she heard sizzling sounds coming from the kitchen. Noelle hurried downstairs and noticed a stall figure working in the kitchen. Quentin wore an apron and was deftly poaching eggs in simmering water. Noelle was a little surprised. When did he learn to make this? She had only ever tasted authentic eggs benedict like these in Southern City, where she watched the chef at a brunch spot expertly poach eggs and whip up hollandaise sauce to perfection.Soon, the food was ready. Quentin carefully plated it on an exquisite porcelain plate and brought it to the dining table. "Give it a try and see if you like it." He had gone out of his way to contact a friend in Southern City, who in turn got in touch with the chef from the brunch spot Noelle had posted on her social media
The female doctor looked displeased. "I'm just an ordinary doctor, Ms. Cadwell! I don't have the clout to set up a meeting with the deputy director for you!"Xyla took off the diamond necklace around her neck. "Here, this is for you!" She couldn't help but give the doctor a withering look. "Just you wait. I'll make you cough up everything you've taken from me," she mused. The female doctor had had her eye on Xyla's necklace for a while now. Her face immediately lit up with a smile. "I just overheard the deputy director on a call. He has a business lunch at a restaurant later. Be sure to make the most of it!"With that, she left with the diamond necklace. The last time she sold Xyla's earrings, she got a handsome sum for them and bought a car for her daughter. This necklace should also be able to fetch a good price.As soon as the doctor left, Ava asked Xyla urgently, "Have you come up with a plan? If Quentin finds out you were pretending to be depressed, we'll be in for a world of