As she slipped into her car, she didn't wait even a second to press the start button on her car dashboard, and in no more than fifteen minutes, she was already on Ethan Mark Street like a bullet from a gun, swift and unstoppable.Pulling over on the street, closer to the gate, she stepped out of her fancy car and walked to the Ethan Mark luxurious gate. At this moment, she saw that Ethan was in the compound, and right behind him was Mr. Smith, who stretched his hand forward and opened the fancy car back seat for Ethan Mark.At the gate, there were four security guards whose eyes met the beautiful Isabella as if they had just seen an angel standing before them. Her beautiful dress, her beautiful skin, her beautiful heels—everything was crafted into a beautiful figure that made them all swallow their saliva, as if they had just tasted her sweetness.However, if the essence of Isabella’s beauty was more important than the importance of their job, it was a lie, and they quickly snapped ou

"Thank you, Miss Lisa, for keeping my daughter safe. Your reward shall be forwarded to you presently," Ethan said as he rose to his feet, still holding Sophia close to him. Miss Lisa promptly bowed once more."Thank you for your generosity, Master Mark. I will take my leave now," she replied, and with that, Ethan smiled at her and nodded in acknowledgment.Hearing and witnessing these events unfold in a matter of moments, Isabella couldn't believe her ears or her eyes."You promised her a reward for looking after your daughter under your orders?" she exclaimed. However, her question went unanswered, as Ethan simply ignored her, treating her as if she were a whisper in a bustling crowd.In response, Isabella rolled her eyes and smirked, revealing her contempt for how Ethan had rewarded the governess.Unfazed by Isabella's reactions, Ethan continued to focus on his daughter, bending down to her level once more. "So, tell me, how was Paris? What are the places you visited?""Daddy, let's

As Alexa had suggested, Isabella left the hotel and gently placed the microscope back on the same table from which she had retrieved it. With measured steps, she walked over to her elegant handbag, where her cellphone rested, and lifted it gingerly like a delicate flower swaying in a gentle breeze.As her fingers caressed the phone screen, she dialed her father's phone number."Ring, ring."Alexander, cloaked in a patchwork of tattered clothing, each piece bearing the wear and tear of countless days on the streets, heard his cellphone ringing from his pocket.He wore a faded, oversized coat with frayed edges that hung loosely on his slender frame, making him appear smaller than he truly was. Under the coat, he layered multiple threadbare sweaters, whose colors faded into muted shades of gray and brown.His pants were ripped and stained, held together by a length of fraying rope in lieu of a belt. His mismatched and scuffed shoes had seen better days, with holes in the soles that allow

After checking out the video, Isabella finally arrived at the reception, and the lady she met there was different from the one she had encountered when she booked the hotel the previous days.Nevertheless, this change in staff didn't deter her from renewing her stay at the hotel. Understanding that hotel staff often work in shifts, she politely said, "Hi, I'm Isabella Rosewood, and I'm here to renew my stay at this hotel."With a gentle smile, the lady behind the reception desk looked up from the computer screen she had been staring at and said, "Certainly, Mrs. Isabella Rosewood. My name is Lily, and I'm happy to assist you today. Please allow me just a minute to retrieve the logbook."Lily rose from the comfortable chair she had been sitting in, and Isabella noticed her attire. She was wearing a well-fitted baby blue blazer over a crisp white blouse. Her dark hair was neatly pulled back into a sophisticated bun, and she wore a pair of elegant silver hoop earrings that added a touch

The man exuded timeless charm with his vintage attire. He was dressed in a finely tailored three-piece suit, reminiscent of the 1920s. The suit was a deep shade of charcoal grey, adorned with pinstripes that accentuated his tall, lean frame. His crisp white shirt was impeccably tucked into high-waisted trousers that tapered elegantly down to polished, two-toned Oxford shoes.In the same vein, a silk pocket square adorned his breast pocket, matching the deep burgundy tie knotted neatly beneath the collar of his shirt. His hair was slicked back, revealing a well-groomed moustache that added an air of sophistication to his overall appearance.“I am fine, thank you,” Isabella answered politely, then turned back to her drink, noticing the bartender emerging from the back room.Certainly, Isabella did not appreciate the man's fashion sense who had just approached her. Nonetheless, his voice was charming and masculine, much like his appearance, which told her deep within that he couldn't be