"You are such a paranoid child. It's not good to question adults," Camellia laughed, pulling Henry to sit beside her. "You look just like my Brother Marcus when he was little. No wonder I always thought you were strikingly familiar. It finally makes sense now.""My Dad never mentioned having a sister," Henry said. They had been together for so long, and Henry had never heard Marcus mention a sister. So when Camellia suddenly came out and said she was his aunt, Henry naturally didn't believe it."That's because Brother Marcus lost me when we were young. He felt guilty and didn't want to bring it up," Camellia smiled, raising her hands. "Enough talking, will you call me Auntie or not?"Henry shivered and smiled in a slightly eerie way. Calling her auntie felt awkward. Just imagine, a woman who often calls herself your future wife and flirts with you online, suddenly asking you to call her auntie. It felt a bit surreal."Hey, don't be so discouraging, okay? You're really not going to cal

Camellia responded quickly. "Indeed, Sister-in-law is wise. Men need to be thoroughly assessed, especially a playboy like my Brother Marcus."Mr. Marcus slapped her on the back of her head. "Little girl, stop talking nonsense.""Well said!" Miss Jessica smiled. Henry quickly gave up his seat, obsequiously offering his juice. Jessica accepted it and asked with a smile, "Camellia, why are you both here at the banquet? To kill him?"Camellia, "..."Indeed, she was sharp. Brother Marcus, your taste is truly unique. Most men don't usually like such strong and formidable women. Her words were so accurate, even more straightforward than her Brother Marcus."Sister-in-law, you're joking. I was just bored on vacation and went out for a stroll. It wasn't like I was out to kill Brother Marcus." Camellia's smile remained unchanged, excessively perfect. "Really, I heard it was lively tonight, so I went to see the fun. Sister-in-law did a great job just now, well done.""Thank you!" Miss Jessica hu

Jessica went upstairs, washed herself, dried her hair, and then went online to organize the documents she needed for tomorrow's meeting. She saved the files and replied to a few emails when she unexpectedly received an email from Quincy.She furrowed her brow, thinking about Michael Lee's annoying face tonight, feeling uneasy about it.It wasn't because Michael Lee was her grandfather, but because she was disgusted by the things he said to Marcus. It was ridiculous for him to blame Alston Smith for Quincy's parents' plane crash without any evidence.Her hatred for Mr. Marcus had no reason behind it. It could only be said that the hatred had completely twisted this person's heart.The end justifies the means, she thought.She hated Michael Lee, the first time she had ever hated someone so much. Someone shameless to this extent could be considered a rare being.She hesitated for a moment, but still opened Quincy's email. Michael Lee was Michael Lee, and Quincy was Quincy. Even though he

Jessica's eyes widened and then narrowed. She felt a bit upset. Damn it, Mr. Marcus, you promiscuous bastard. Every time she turned around, she encountered one of his ex-lovers. Jessica took a deep breath and remained calm.As they say, you can find infidelity everywhere on the internet. She gritted her teeth, thinking that among this group of socialites, there were probably quite a few who had affairs with Mr. Marcus.Jessica's smile twisted.A Rich Lady: Wow... quickly go to the 6688th floor and see. There's a scandal!Driven by her gossip-loving nature, Jessica navigated to the 6688th floor and was immediately stunned. Her eyes twitched uncontrollably. Sure enough, there was the scene of Jessica initiating a kiss with Mr. Marcus.The post went like this: Kissing is a specialty of the 21st century. What does it have to do with the rest of you?Damn it!Who has such great investigative skills?The poster was Blue Sky.Damn it, this person is also a master at stirring up trouble on th

The next day, Henry was downstairs drinking milk when his mom and dad coincidentally came downstairs together. His mom looked spirited, while his dad had a gloomy expression. Henry smiled and gave Jessica a good morning kiss on the cheek, then smiled and asked Marcus."Dad, did you not sleep well last night?"His voice was tender and worried, but Marcus' gaze turned cold, and he curtly replied, "No!"Henry saw his dad glared at his mom, but his mom acted as if nothing had happened, calmly drinking her milk and even making a request with a smile, "Darling, hand me a piece of bread."Henry said, "Okay."Mr. Marcus narrowed his eyes and said, "Go get it yourself! Why should I order my son around?"Miss Jessica smiled and said, "Your son has been serving me for years. Any objections?"Mr. Marcus, "..."Henry felt a little guilty and a little excited. Guilty for betraying his dad, but excited to see his parents banter and play-fighting.It's really complicated being a son!Jessica stood up