In the afternoon, every one of the studio was still busy with the photo shoot. Crista was injured, but she did her best to assist the photographer. However, Sally seemed so determined to make things difficult for her. She had so many complaints regarding the setup, the background, and everything. Even the photographer felt that she was making nonsensical objections and inappropriate changes. But what could they do? After all, she was a VIP customer. Trista didn't try to approach Crista again too. But he would occasionally stop Sally from throwing tantrums. He knew that he would only make things worse if he said something to stand up for Crista. Sally took time choosing her wedding dress in the morning, and she made a lot of changes during the photo shoot, so they had not finished the outdoor shots on time. It was already late in the afternoon, but they had only done half of it. "Stan, I'm so tired now. Can we just continue the shoot tomorrow? Anyway, our sche

In the hospital, the doctor checked and dressed Crista's wound. Then he prescribed some medicine to help her recover faster. After listening to the doctor's advice and instructions, she and Maria went out of the doctor's room. "Mrs. Ding, I'm glad that your scald has been checked. Mr. Ding really cares about you because he wants to make sure that you recover quickly," Maria said while helping Crista walk to the entrance of the hospital. "Mrs. Ding, wait for me here. I'll just go to the pharmacy to buy your medicine." Crista just nodded and stood at the door, watching the people coming in and out. She subconsciously looked down at her bandaged right hand. Now she knew why her left arm was so sore that she couldn't even lift it when she woke up this morning. Last night, she used it for support, especially when Brian pressed his solid body against hers. She was still lost in thought when she suddenly saw a middle-aged man staggering to his feet. He was clutching

This time, Mr. We  seemed to be in despair. "Mrs. Gu, please don't make things difficult for me. I'm just a manager here." Unlike them, he was just an ordinary person. "If Tristan is the one protecting her, you have nothing to worry about. You don't have to be so afraid of him. After all, he also relies on the Yu family to get to his current position," Maris chimed in. She had always looked down upon Tristan. For her, he was just a poor man, and he was nothing without the Yu family. Mr. We fell silent for a moment before he said, "It's not Mr. Gu." 'He is more powerful than Mr. Gu. I can't possibly offend him, ' he wanted to add but chose to keep it to himself. Actually, the next day after Crista got injured, he received a notice from their superior. He must make sure to take care of her and not let anyone bully her. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to live well. Sally was about to say something more when her mother pulled her arm and said, "Forget

Crista squatted down and picked up the pieces of broken glass carefully. However, she still cut her finger. She hissed and bit her lower lip as she saw the red blood starting to ooze out. The wound was a bit deep, and it must be painful. But much to her surprise, she seemed not to feel the pain at all. Maybe it was because her heart was hurting more. The pain of seeing Tristan being married to another woman outweighed the pain caused by her wounded finger. The crowd just watched her in a daze. Perhaps they didn't expect her to do such a thing. William just looked at her with his cold eyes. Lewis Zhu kept staring at her with curiosity in his eyes. And Tristan could only look at her with concern, fighting the urge to come over to her. Finally, Adrian recovered from the shock. He stepped forward, called the waiter, and said, "Clean this up." He then squatted down and asked her, "Are you okay?" Looking at the blood still oozing from her finger, he held he

Cristine stood at the other end of the corridor and watched Crista standing in front of a private room. From what she had seen just now, she could tell that William had different feelings for Crista. She clenched her fists, and her eyes darkened. She was the real daughter of the Jin family. But here she was, no freedom at all. William had imprisoned her here and forced her to serve the guests. She also had to drink with them and entertain them. While Crista was enjoying her life. She was even wearing delicate and expensive clothes now. Squinting her eyes at Crista, Cristine made up her mind. She would take back everything that belonged to her. Crista didn't have the right to take advantage of the things that were supposed to be hers. Crista kept her head down all the time, so she didn't notice that Cristine had been staring at her fiercely for a long time. She had been waiting in front of the private room and didn't dare to go far. This was an enterta