"I think you better tell me exactly what you were doing at the hospital," Hazelyn said arrogantly with her arms crossed over her chest.I smiled and softly said, "Ms. Hazelyn, right? Who says you can't discuss investments while wearing a simple outfit?”Hazelyn exaggeratedly laughed. "Look at you. You’re dressed so shabbily yet dare to be so confident.""Ms. Hazelyn, do you place so much importance on money? What kind of attire, in your opinion, would make someone look like an investor?" I pressed on with a challenging tone.She snorted dismissively, rolling her eyes. "Certainly not like you. Just tell me. What exactly are you doing in Gerby?"The people around us shifted their attention to me, and their gazes now carried suspicion, as if I were some dubious character.I calmly said, "What? Is it necessary to inform the Chandler family whenever someone comes to Gerby?""It depends on the matter. I think it's necessary for your case," Hazelyn said unapologetically.Gabriel, by h

Someone in the crowd chuckled and mocked, "You don't even know who owns Sautoir Fine Jewelry. Who in the world did she collaborate with?"This statement stirred the crowd, leading to a chorus of hisses."Even if you're boasting, do some research in advance. You've shown your ignorance and got embarrassed, right? How can the Chandler family be so shameless?”I recognized the voice—it was Arnold.Sure enough, he strolled out of the crowd with his hands in his pockets, staring straight at Hazelyn. "Where did you get your confidence from?”Atlas calmly added, "Ignorance is forgivable. I'll make sure she deeply understands what being poor and shabby truly means."Afterward, Atlas embraced me and turned to Nick, saying, "Is Mr. Nathan here? Let's talk business."The high-level executives nodded and bowed, "Mr. Nathan has been waiting for you, Mr. Atlas. This way, please."As our group was about to leave, Arnold said, "Ms. Hazelyn, here's a piece of advice for you. Be careful with you

Back at the hotel, I was too tired to move. Atlas bent down, gave me a quick look, then gently removed my shoes.I rolled onto the bed with a grumble, and Atlas softly suggested, "Go take a shower before you sleep, okay?""I don't want to," I replied with my eyes closed.Ignoring my protests, he lifted me up, undressed me, and carried me into the bathroom. I had no strength to resist, so I quickly showered then hurried back to bed.After finishing his own shower, Atlas came out with a hairdryer to dry my hair. Looking at him, I asked, "Can't we get Beatrice out first? I don't want her to suffer in there anymore.""Don't get impatient. We need to plan this carefully. If we act hastily, it might lead to a chain reaction. We can't let them figure out what’s going on. They won't stay calm for long. What happened today will put Byron on alert. I've arranged for someone to monitor him secretly and prevent him from doing anything desperate."Atlas comforted me while blow-drying my hair.

Tommy didn't say a word and walked into the room with an annoyed expression, saying, "Open all the room doors, quick. I still need to go to the next hospital. I can't waste too much time here."When we entered the building, my apprehension grew. I glanced at Tommy, who was commanding, "Speed up, check every room thoroughly, and don't leave any spots unchecked! Hurry up. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can wrap up. We need to go to the next hospital.”Then he directed his subordinates from a distance, "Open the rooms. Every single one. This... that room over there."I signaled to Eleanor, and she quickly pretended to walk toward the inside. "Hurry up."With my white gloves on, I felt around every corner. The assistant doctor immediately ordered us to open all the rooms. When it came to the one inside, he stood at the doorway, "I think we can skip this one. The person inside just had an episode, and we haven’t cleaned up yet.”"Open it," Tommy said without hesitation. He walked

The day I left Foswood, my alleged scandalous photos had suddenly flooded the internet.Ivanna, Lauren, and Carol all knew about my return and called me to tell me what was going on.I looked at Atlas. "You knew about this, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me?""What was the point of telling you? It was within my expectations, and the paparazzo behind this has already been caught." Atlas looked indifferent, continuing, "She can make all the fuss she wants."Scrolling through my phone, I saw the published pictures. They did seem carefully crafted.There were some old photos from a long time ago—pictures of me meeting Atticus in Rivendell, me with Arnold, me and Ardie in Solaris, and me meeting Fred. This indicated that they had been monitoring me for a long time.And the angles of these photos were highly questionable. They looked more intimate than they actually were. But among these photos, one drew my attention...It was a recent picture taken in my office, capturing a very cas