There was a river that wound through Golden South City. Since most people preferred to live by the river, the developer built plenty of villas and mansions built around the area. Most of the wealthy people or business tyrants would own one or two villas there.No sooner had Edward arrived at Morris’s villa than Morris’s secretary reached as well. The secretary hastily got out of his car with fear written all over his face. As he made his way towards Edward, he tripped several times, and it took

Vivian had no grasp of how long she had been in slumber. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was the gloomy, dark sky. By the time she woke up, it was still the same tenebrous hue.The female doctor, who had been attending to her wounds, loomed and asked softly, “How are you feeling?”Instead of answering her question, Vivian scanned her surroundings sluggishly.Perceptive to a fault, the doctor quickly offered, “Mr. Levin is in the study right now. I can ask him to come around.”“No

This was the first time Vivian had ever shown any keenness to rekindle the warmth in their relationship. Naturally, Edward felt immensely gratified, strafing aside the door to let her in and eagerly asking her what kind of book she wanted. Hurriedly, he led her to the bookshelf in his study, looking at her with glittering eyes.He wanted to please her so much. “Pick a book for yourself. Any book can be yours! You know reading isn’t my thing. I only have them around for the ambiance.”She didn’t

It served as such a forceful plunge into despair that Edward lost all sense of guilt. Pure lividity began to fill the vacuum as a rage that could not be harnessed by rationality surfaced.“What do you want me to do, Vivian Carraway?!” he fumed through gritted teeth as his hands clutched her shoulders tightly. “What the f*ck should I do to make you forget? What must I do to satisfy you?! I’ve killed Morris Baker on your behalf. I’ve murdered his entire family on your behalf. What else is there le

Vivian quickly stowed the porcelain doll back before haphazardly wiping her tears away. Picking up an album and hugging it to her chest, she opened the door and answered, “What’s the matter?”It was hard to ignore the fresh trails of tears faintly glistening on her face. Wade considered her carefully before asking, “Are you, uh, alright?”Vivian never liked hiding the obvious, so she did not try. “I’m fine. I just couldn’t help crying over pictures of bygone memories,” she conceded with a sorrow