“Do you want more chicken, Aria? Here, take mine.”"This tastes nice. Here, eat this. It tastes nice to you too, doesn't it?""Do you like it, Aria?"“Mhm, it's tasty like you said. I like it.” Clank!In the modest dining room of the Miller family, the direct two lines of the family sat around the table having dinner.At the head of the table was an elderly woman in her late 60s, and by her left and right side were her sons and their families.Upon hearing the man’s voice for the nth time thatevening, Stella Owen, who became the matriarch of the Miller family after the passing of her husband five years ago, angrily threw her spoon on her plate, making everyone halt.Seeing the furious look on her face, the petite girl who was decked in luxury goods from head to toe sitting on her right hand side immediately pointed her spoon at the girl sitting across from her, saying self-righteously, “Hey, Aria Miller, shut the mouth of that darn dog of yours!”“Why would you even bring him to din

“Hey! If you’re still alive, get off the floor and go do the dishes!” Instead of helping him up from the floor, Emma Mitchell walked around him and kept stubbing him with her foot.“Hurry up and get up, will you? You spilled milk everywhere and broke the glass. It almost cut me just now. Get up and clean it up!” Dean frowned as he tiptoed closer to his mother.Aria walked out of her room to see what fell and quickened her pace when she saw Leon sprawled on the floor.“What are you doing on the floor? Why is he lying on the floor? Did he fall? Did you push him, Dean?”Dean dropped the still full glass of milk on the table and harrumphed angrily, “Hmph, why would I push him? Do you only think the worst of me?”Emma immediately shot her a stern look, “How could you accuse your brother of doing something so vile? Even if he did push him, I’m sure it wasn’t his intention to do so. Can you be a little more on your brother’s side and see the good in him too?”“He may be an idiot, but I’ve ne

In the hotel lounge, Grant Wyatt was speaking with the owner of the hotel when he noticed some keys on the floor.He picked them up and stared at them for a moment before recalling he had seen them dangling from Leon's waist earlier.“Do you remember who has the highest amount of shares in your hotel? The person who supported you when no one else believed in turning your tiny pub into a big hotel?”“That person was you, Mr. Wyatt,” the manager nodded and took the keys he was stretching towards her.“Me?” Grant Wyatt laughed and slipped his hands into his pockets, “Up until six years ago, I was nothing but a disgraced manager who couldn’t provide properly for his family.”“All I did was take over the company that was handed to me by the owner as he wanted to stay out of the limelight. And all I did was invest in the businesses he asked me to. I’m nothing but a mere company guardian.”Venice Carter stared at him in confusion before a bold thought popped into her head and her hands tremb

“What? Relieve me of my membership and blacklist the rest of the Mayfair family? Did I hear wrong?” Simon half-shouted while she was still talking. Venice got off her phone and stared at him blankly.“No, you didn’t. Since being in a hotel with ordinary people makes your skin crawl, I thought it best to sever your relationship with the hotel. I also severed every connection I have with the Mayfair family.”Simon couldn't believe his ears and burst out in rage, “Hmph! Have you gotten arrogant because of the few successful hotels you run?""Have you forgotten who helped you build those hotels up to where they are today? Who helped build you up from a church rat to who you are today?”Venice didn’t respond to him in an arrogant tone as well. Instead, she smiled faintly. “I haven’t forgotten.”“Then what do you think you’re doing?”She dropped her hand to the side and scoffed slightly, “It’s because of everything your father did for me that I’m doing this and not letting you ruin your fu

“What? Did you say something?” Aria was a little startled by him suddenly raising his head that she didn't pay attention to what he said. The man froze for a moment, realizing he almost blew his cover. After being silent for some seconds, he smiled innocently and asked cluelessly, “Have one of what?”Aria ruffled his hair again and laughed faintly knowing his simple mind would never understand no matter how she explained it. But after a brief thinking, she came up with a way to break it down to his understanding and parted her lips to reply when a familiar shrill voice came up from behind her.“What do you think you’re doing? Your date is just an hour away, and you’re still here wasting time with this foolish husband of yours?”“I still have a whole hour, mother..” Aria pressed her lips together and retorted, the smile leaving her eyes.“Your grandmother said to dress and doll yourself up when you go to your dates. If you pet his hair even for a minute more, when do you intend to d