"There is something wrong with the lady here, and if you don't keep a good eye on her, how are you going to report it to Mr. Wordsworth, if she rushes into the lake one day?" Ben reprimanded again, pointing to his head.Heloise followed Reginald step by step down the stairs.It seemed, did they think she had had a psychotic seizure and wandered on the soccer field and picked up beer cans to drink?She remembered that there were some beer cans left by spectators by the dumpster inside the soccer field, and it was very logical to have that conjecture.But ......Heloise glanced up at the man holding her hand in front of her, his back as a mist in her eyes.He was Reginald, the president of the PHOENIXFELL Empire's first consortium. He really couldn't see through her, could he?Seeing Reginald leading Heloise down, Jane and Harriet almost rolled and crawled forward in the living room, crying, "Young Master, it's all our fault, we didn't take good care of Miss, please spare us this time,

Brady sat there, a hint of cunning in his eyes. "After this incident, I've come to understand that regardless of whether Spicy Thank God is Heloise or not, she can only stir up trouble with the support of the ThankGod’s family at the border. So, as long as our Brook’s family's influence is greater, what do we have to fear from the ThankGod’s family?" What was the best way to deal with enemies? It should be to elevate oneself first. "I understand this principle, of course. At my birthday banquet, there were so many children of high-ranking officials. Did any of them step forward to help me? Weren't they all afraid of the ThankGod’s family?" Even Darnell, when she poured out her grievances to him, was willing but powerless. "So honey, I have decided to help you make your dream come true. You want to marry Reginald, don't you?" Brady looked at her. Grace sat by, eating grapes, and when she heard this, she nearly choked on a grape. These two, father and daughter, had big ambitions, e

She reached for the handrail, but Reginald pushed her away.Dammit.Fine.If she had to die, she'd die with him.A glint of coldness flashed in Heloise's eyes. At the moment when she was about to be sucked out of the car, she used all her strength to turn and throw herself into Reginald's arms, holding onto his waist tightly with both hands.Reginald's chest shook from her impact. He lowered his gaze and saw Heloise's head buried in his chest; her soft curves pressed against him.The car shook, and she bumped into him.Reginald's body tensed, and he looked down at her, his gaze growing deep and ambiguous.This woman always managed to tempt him at just the right moments.The next moment, he raised his hand to force her to look up.Then, in the car, he didn't hesitate and kissed her passionately, capturing her soft lips and devouring them without any restraint. His desire for her was evident in his eyes.“……”Heloise was completely stunned and tried to resist, but he wouldn't let her go

"Golden Cloud Hotel" were now trigger words for Coral, and the moment she heard them, her hair stood on end, making her feel uncomfortable as if a hundred insects were biting her from inside her body.She glared at Heloise with resentment, saying, "Stop pretending in front of me. I know you're Heloise, not 'Spicy ThankGod.' I will take off your mask sooner or later.""Is that so?" Heloise shot her a cold glance, "I'll be watching for that.""Cough, cough." Brady sat on Heloise's side with a stern expression, cleared his throat a few times, and said with a sly smile, "Heloise, you didn't even say 'hello' when you saw Dad?""Who are you? Daddy?" Heloise looked at him, appearing bewildered.Why would a father send his daughter to a place like that slum?Brady's face stiffened, and he gazed at her. "Heloise, no matter what, I've raised you for eighteen years. I don't expect anything in return, but I hope you'll find time to come home.""Dad..." Coral was annoyed. Why was he being so polit

She followed his gaze to the nearby "The Northern Maiden".Her smile froze on her face."Alright, now let's invite another contestant to the stage," the host continued, "the author of 'The Northern Maiden,' with the online handle... web name is 'Fragrant Spicy Crab.'"Coral's online handle had a delicate, fresh style, while this contestant's handle was a direct invitation to a late-night meal.The entire room fell silent, everyone looking around.No one stepped forward to claim the title.The host looked over to the section where the contestants were seated and had to repeat, "Is 'Fragrant Spicy Crab' here?"Still, there was no response.Coral maintained her smile, secretly delighted. She was convinced that her competitor was too afraid of the situation to show up. She was sure the Turquoise Award was hers."Is 'Fragrant Spicy Crab' here?" the host asked again, his face turning a bit dark. He felt like a restaurant waiter calling out for orders."I'm here."A raspy female voice sudden