If this girl reports him, won't he be done for?Darnell stood not far away, watching with a darkening gaze.Tricia observed from a distance, realizing that her honeyed water was probably unnecessary.Heloise looked at the man in front of her with a wry expression, feeling everyone's eyes piercing her like arrows, as if facing a thousand accusing glares.Reginald glared at her, and each long eyelash gradually tinged with a hint of anger. "Why aren't you coming over?"The invitation to this dance was a bit too arrogant."Mr. Wordsworth, I don't know how to dance." Heloise forced a faint smile, her tone polite yet distant.It sounded like two strangers conversing.She hoped he would understand her message, give her some freedom, and not make her a target of public attention."As long as you have feet."Reginald was indifferent, gripping her delicate wrist and pulling her away.His fingers were slender, warm, t

Ben stood at the back and signaled to a bodyguard leaning against the wall.The bodyguard immediately walked over, drew the gun from his waist, and aimed it at the maid's head.The maid was so scared that she knelt on the ground, extremely frightened, "I'm sorry, Second Young Master. I was momentarily confused and took money from Young Master Fred. I deliberately poured the wine into the wrong glass for Miss. ThankGod. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...""You..."Fred quickly stood up, wanting to retort but found he had nothing to say. His face turned extremely ugly in an instant."Why do we always have these opportunistic people?" Reginald sat there, licking his lips, his handsome face completely shrouded in shadows. After a while, he spoke without much expression, "Throw her out. If she can still find a job in the PHOENIXFELL Empire, Ben, you don't need to come see me again.""Yes, Mr. Wordsworth." Ben nodded and gestured to the bodyguard, "Throw her

Ben dares not answer, cautiously cradling the broken wine glass in his hands."A woman worth my fear and caution? It's ridiculous," Reginald chuckled, his tone growing colder.He had restrained himself even when she wore matching outfits with other men, despite the numerous enemies and the public exposure that might make her vulnerable. He had plenty of bodyguards and subordinates—what was there to fear about protecting a woman? But what if, just that one time, he couldn't protect her?Shit!He was genuinely timid."Mr. Wordsworth, shall we first bandage the wound?"Ben dared not respond to Reginald's words and could only address his injuries.Reginald looked at his palm, seemingly indifferent to the pain, and clenched his fingers. He then spoke coldly, "Deal with the Smith's. I don't like anyone with the surname Smith.""Yes," Ben promptly replied....Heloise descended from Tricia's banquet, and outside th

She had always thought she was just his canary, and he had even told her so.She had always thought he was only somewhat interested in her, perhaps in her looks, perhaps in her art, or perhaps in bed.But he was jealous for her, didn't care if she died for her, and today he even restrained himself in the face of jealousy... she couldn't help but think more about it.Reginald rolled over and lay beside her, breathing heavily, still immersed in the madness of moments ago.For a long time, so long that Heloise thought he wouldn't answer her, Reginald gritted his teeth and coldly said, "You're dreaming.""..."Was she?Heloise didn't press further. Some topics were better left untouched, and their relationship could be more relaxed.The ordeal lasted until the early hours of the morning.After showering, Heloise changed into a black silk robe, which was a bit large for her, so she tied the belt around her waist tightly.

"......" Ben looked at her somewhat bewildered. Heloise descended the stairs with calm eyes, her footsteps light and deliberate. She tightened the belt of her robe around her waist a bit more, accentuating its slender figure. As she reached the main hall, Reginald was still standing there, gripping the gun tightly in his hand. His face was angular and expressionless, but his narrow eyes were growing darker, as if suppressing a raging storm within. He was straining, tearing apart his own world. Vanora was still trying to persuade Ryan, but Ryan seemed to be fueled by her persuasion, pointing at Reginald incessantly, "You're just a waste! The Gonzalez family's bloodline should be wiped out! These defective genes should disappear from the world!" Heloise couldn't fathom what Reginald was thinking. He could have left, could have avoided hearing such words, but he just stood there, unmoving. What was the point? She walked over there, creating some commotion. Ryan looked at her cold