As soon as Chunks threw his punch, the masked boy reacted quickly by parrying it away. The onlookers in the hall were taken aback, and their mouths formed an 'o' shape in shock. Madame Agnes, however, was pleased and smiled broadly. Chunks, on the other hand, was filled with rage and began throwing punches recklessly. But the masked boy remained calm and easily parried all of them, before delivering a swift kick to his groin. Chunks stumbled backwards, his face turning pale with surprise. "How can a brat like you be so skilled in fighting?" he asked bewilderedly, this is the first time he doubted his underground boxing ring reputation. The boy wearing the mask leapt into the air and somersaulted, launching himself at Chunks with a flurry of kicks aimed at his face. Chunks quickly raised his arms to block the attack, but the force of the blows was so great that his arms went numb and began to shake. Gritting his teeth and with a look of fury on his face, Chunks bellowed, "I'll kill
Madame Agnes and her group departed from the mansion, getting into the cars they arrived in. The boy beside Madame Agnes was wearing a mask. "Take off the mask, Celestine. You don't need it," Madame Agnes instructed the boy. Celestine followed her orders and removed the mask, revealing a smile on his face. "You didn't disappoint me, Celestine. I'll have a surprise for you on your birthday," Madame Agnes told him. Celestine's smile widened, and he replied, "Thank you, Grandma." Madame Agnes happily declared, "You know Grandma loves you the most." The two of them chatted merrily, even causing the driver to look astounded. As the cars arrived at Celestine's home, he stepped out of one of them, and Madame Agnes waved goodbye to him. Celestine waved back and watched as the car drove away. He then turned to walk towards the house, but his expression darkened upon seeing his brother Caleb standing outside with a swollen face. "Who did this to you?" Celestine asked with concern in his v
Margret felt frustrated and angry as she was constantly being held responsible for all the negative occurrences in Owen's family. "Father, I honestly don't know who is accountable for this, and I am certainly not be blame. Why won't you believe me?" Margret asked, her eyes turning red with anger. Mr Owen lashed out at her, threatening in a furious manner, "How can I trust someone like you? You always lie, and even when caught red-handed, you never take responsibility. If you don't stop attacking Jing Entertainment, I will ensure that the whole world knows that the renowned Bliss is an unfilial daughter." Margret clenched her fists and trembled, her whole body shaking as the pain in her chest churned. Despite her frustration, she managed to keep a calm ddemeanourand said, "I will assist you, but I am not the one to blame." After achieving his goal, Mr Owen breathed a sigh of relief and left without saying another word to Margret. As Caleb emerged from his room, he noticed his mothe
At the mention of Madame Agnes, Mr. Jones hesitated. He knew better than to cross her, as the consequences could be severe. With a shudder of fear, he quickly ordered his men, "Don't touch him." Approaching the young man with a falsely friendly smile, Mr. Jones said, "Sir," The young man chuckled and replied, "Come with me. Madame Agnes wants to see you." Mr. Jones dared not question why Madame Agnes had sent for him. Sheepishly following the young man, his heart racing, he was the only one taken to the mansion. Butler Mark led him into the presence of Madame Agnes, and Mr. Jones lowered his head, not daring to look directly at her. In his heart, she was like a goddess. "Jones, I hear you are interested in marrying Margret Owen and taking Caleb as your own," Madame Agnes spoke slowly. Trembling with fear, Mr. Jones fell to his knees, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "Yes, it's true," he responded with a trembling voice. Madame Agnes spoke with icy calmness. "Do me a fav
Margret was caught off guard and exclaimed, "What?" Marshall spoke again, "Ms. Margret Owen, I have already compensated your manager with the service fee and settled the penalty for violating the contract." Margret detected a sense of urgency and interrupted, "Can we talk about this in person? It's not appropriate to discuss over the phone." Margret felt irritated, but Mr. Jones was amused; he never expected Madame Agnes to act so quickly. Marshall responded firmly, "There's no need for that. Have a good day." He hung up, leaving Margret speechless and angry. As Mr. Jones spread his arms, he made a smug proposal, "Since you know you can't win in court, why don't you just marry me? We already have children together, don't be stubborn." Caleb and Celestine were taken aback by Mr Jones's statement. Caleb wrinkled his nose in disgust and asked, "Is this elephant really our father?" Mr. Jones scowled at the remark, but Margret quickly intervened, "No, he is not." She ushered her chi
"Perhaps you should confirm with the doctor, but I can assure you that your mother is currently undergoing treatment," Celestine replied. Stella's doubts were assuaged by Celestine's words, and they decided to seek out Doctor Hart. However, upon arrival, they were informed that he had already entered the operating room. Stella was overcome with anxiety, pacing back and forth in the corridor. Celestine tried to comfort her, assuring her that everything would be alright. Finally, Stella sat down next to him and leaned on his shoulder. After a moment of hesitation, Celestine put his arm around her. "Promise me you'll never leave me again," Stella pleaded with Celestine, her innocent eyes pleading with him. Celestine nodded and smiled, and Stella smiled back, saying, "When I grow up, I'll take care of you." Celestine smiled but remained silent as Stella drifted off to sleep. He carefully placed her on a large cushion and covered her up before leaving the hospital in the evening. Upon
Chloe's footsteps came to an abrupt halt as her gaze landed on the lifeless body lying on the ground. Her entire body shook with disbelief and her eyes welled up with tears. Madame Agnes's voice cut through the silence, stern and threatening. "You're lucky I made a promise to your father, Chloe. Otherwise, I would have killed both of you and dumped your bodies into the sea. But there won't be a next time." With that, Madame Agnes and her entourage turned and disappeared into the darkness of the night. Left alone with Mike's corpse, Chloe collapsed to her knees and began to sob uncontrollably.She roared in anger "Old bitch, you will regret killing Mike, I will make sure I shred you into pieces and destroy your son and your family, you all will die" As Chloe shook Mike's lifeless body, she murmured incoherently, her words sounding like those of a deranged person. "Wake up, Mike," she pleaded. "You promised to marry me if I got a divorce, and now I'm finally ready. Please, just open
Madame Agnes glared at Charlie Sr, her voice cold as she asked, "Are you defying me, Charlie?" Charlie Sr shook his head firmly, his tone respectful but resolute, "Grandma, I have always respected you and obeyed your wishes, but I cannot continue with Chloe. I intend to file for divorce." Madame Agnes's expression softened slightly as she tentatively asked, "Charlie, you know that divorce is not an option. Chloe is your wife, and she always will be." Charlie Sr's eyes blazed with determination as he tightly clenched his fists, turning his knuckles white. "I will not rest until I am free from her," he declared before striding away. Madame Agnes watched him go, her face contorted with anger, but she made no move to stop him.Charlie Sr got into his car and drove straight to Margret's studio. Upon arrival, he was disappointed to see that Klaus was the only one there. Charlie Sr let out a sigh before approaching Klaus, who greeted him with a mischievous grin. "Good morning, Sir Charli