Calista left without hesitation. She didn't bother waiting for Lucian and showed no intention of seeing how he was going to handle the situation. She took the milkshake out of his hand and left.The sound of her heels clicking against the sidewalk gradually faded away, leaving Lucian's hand hanging in midair.Behind him, Cailyn propped herself up on the ground with her hands and slowly managed to stagger to her feet. Her wounds had split open again, and bright red blood trickled down her fair calves.A passerby took note and said, "Oh dear, you're bleeding so much. That looks bad. Why aren't you taking her to the hospital to get her injuries treated? What kind of boyfriend are you?"Lucian frowned impatiently. What was with people rambling on about things they didn't understand fully? But, before he could rebuke the woman, Cailyn explained, "He's not my boyfriend, Ma'am."Since there was no need for him to clarify any further, he turned to Cailyn and asked, "Should I call an ambul

It was true that more than 20 hosts were called. But Calista hadn't done anything to cross the line. She hadn't even touched their hands. She simply sat there singing.However, she felt uneasy with the way Lucian was staring at her. She unconsciously licked her chapped lips. "That was a misunderstanding. We were just helping them with their performance targets.""Oh." Lucian pulled her close. "I'm feeling dizzy. Let's head back to our room so we can talk this over."Meanwhile, Yara pinched Timothy's arm. But, the man was so well-built that he didn't even feel it."You can insult me all you want. Why did you drag Calista into this? Are you aware that you're sowing discord between them?""Sorry. It's an occupational habit. I tell the truth out of habit," Timothy said.Yara was at a loss for words. He shouldn't have explained at all. The more he did, the worse it sounded.Seeing how Lucian was dragging Calista away, she hurriedly said, "I was the one who called for the hosts. All o

Kenneth noticed Calista pausing and asked in confusion, "Is something wrong?"Rather than answering, she got closer to take a discreet whiff. But, all she could make out was the scent of a classic cologne.Calista rubbed her nose. She must've been mistaken. Since she couldn't recall where she had smelled that fragrance, she didn't take it to heart.She took the cup and made up an excuse. "It's nothing. It's probably because I skipped breakfast this morning. My blood sugar might be a little low. I felt a little dizzy."While speaking, she fished for a piece of candy from her drawer. She peeled off the wrapper and was about to put it in her mouth when she noticed Kenneth staring at her with bated breath. More precisely, he was staring at the candy in her hand.Calista was at a loss for words. She wanted to ignore him at first. But, he looked so desperate that she couldn't turn a blind eye."Do you want some?"She thought she may have been mistaken. Most men weren't fond of sweets.

"Ms. Webster," Lucian cut Cailyn off as he directed his cold gaze at her. "If you have nothing else to say, my wife and I plan to have dinner."It was an obvious hint for her to leave. She immediately caught on, causing her eyes to redden. There was a tremble in her voice."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all that…."Cailyn couldn't say any more than that. In her haste to leave, she had forgotten that Hannah was sitting beside her. She accidentally bumped her knee into Hannah."Lynn." Hannah had long ceased eating her cake. She timidly glanced up at Cailyn, refraining from making a sound despite the evident hurt from the collision.Cailyn took Hannah by her hand and quickly left.Hannah cast a reluctant glance back at the partially eaten strawberry cake on the table and licked her lips. Despite her hesitation, she obediently followed Cailyn.It wasn't until they were out of Lucian and Calista's sights that Cailyn stopped in her tracks. She turned to take a long look in the di

"Installments? It would still take up to three months, even if I gave you one every day. A child would've been born by then," Yara scratched her head in irritation. She then glared at Timothy, who was eyeing her like an exam proctor."I'll copy your legal provisions. Get out."The disheartened Yara sat down in her working chair, picked up her pen, and started to write. It didn't seem like much. But copying it a hundred times over was tiresome.If she refused, Timothy was going to talk drivel to Tabitha. It was better to endure this than be sent away as an unwilling bride. It was never too late to get back at Timothy. Yara vowed to settle the score with him one day. When the time came, it wouldn't just be a hundred copies. She envisioned making him kneel on a foot massage mat while he completed the task.When she noticed that the man beside her hadn't moved, Yara looked up in anger and huffed."Do you plan to keep standing here until I finish copying everything?"Timothy pursed