It took a minute for Richard to come out of his confusion, as he laughed out loud at this question.“Wow, I didn't know you were that optimistic! Listen, do you really think I care about knowing who you really are? I don't care even if you have joined some small firm as their CEO, because to me, you will always be the same old beggar… a worthless and shameless husband, who is surviving on his wife's money.”The smile completely disappeared from his face and a look of disgust replaced it, while Richard continued;“So it would be better if you leave on your own, before I call the security. Because unlike the Frost family, I really have a very low tolerance for parasites like you. I do believe in charity, but only for those who deserve it, not someone like you, who is ungrateful and doesn't know how to repay their creditor. Therefore, consider it your last warning and leave.”Richard roared at the end, to place emphasis on his words, thinking that it would be enough to scare Noah.This w

At last, Noah and Stuart managed to get both Eliana and Bailey into the SUV. The women were swaying on their feet, their unexplainable laughter and mood swings, as well as their slurred words making it clear that the alcohol had hit them hard. Noah placed both his hands on his waist, his gaze shifting between the two women who were now sprawled on the back seat while resting their heads against each other. “Uncle Stuart,” Noah began, his voice firm but tinged with worry. “You should sit in the front with the driver. I’ll sit with Eliana in the back, just in case her health gets upset during the ride.”Stuart nodded absentmindedly, as his mind was preoccupied with an entirely concern. Ever since he had heard about Jensen's intentions about spiking the drinks, a cold fear had settled in his gut. But the thought of mentioning it in front of Noah, who was already stressed, made him hesitate. Could he even bring it up? He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew they needed to get the wome

Eliana gave Noah a small, reassuring smile. "Yeah, of course."They both stepped out of the car, and as Eliana followed Noah into the living room of the house which was supposedly her own, she was still not used to it.She immediately noticed the older man dressed in a sharp, striped three- piece suit, and sitting on the couch. One of his legs was crossed over the other, and his polished boots were practically shining under the lights.Despite his age, which Eliana guessed to be somewhere in his late seventies, there was an undeniable sharpness to his gaze. His skin was wrinkled, his face bearing the signs of time, but his posture was still upright.His hair was a silvery- white, neatly combed back; but what intrigued Eliana the most was his eyes, which were quite keen and observant. As they entered, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, softening the stern expression on his face to some extent. Meanwhile, Warner's watchful eyes also fell on Noah as soon as he entered, wi

The statement almost made Noah laugh, but he managed to control himself, and only reacted by giving a quiet nod. Warner, however, didn't notice to his grandson's reaction and continued, “While you were gone this afternoon, I took the liberty to assess your apartment. And I must say, I am dissatisfied with quite a lot of things, which I’m going to fix by tomorrow.”Noah watched as his grandfather paced, his steps slow but deliberate, a sign that he was deep in thought. He raised an eyebrow, feeling curious now. “First of all, I really don’t like the furniture that has been placed here. I don’t know why Stuart would commit such a faux pas, knowing the kind of taste I prefer.”Stuart, who had been silently observing the exchange, suddenly became the focus of Warner’s icy glare. His shoulders tensed, and he bowed his head, showing an appropriate level of embarrassment. Warner continued,“I will also send the interior designers with him tomorrow, so you can tell them your preferences f

Noah looked at Eliana, his brows knitting into a frown as he looked at her with confusion and concern, while his eyes were filled with surprise. Her eyes, usually so guarded, were wide and vulnerable as she continued, her voice trembling slightly, “I’m sorry, Noah… I really am. I wasn't able to give you anything in our marriage– not even the companionship you deserved from the sacred bond called marriage. I haven't ever been able to take a stand for you, not even at my own house, where my own family treated you so horribly… like you were a second class human. But you… I don't know what you are made of, that you never let it faze you. I know that you must have been frustrated and angry, but forget about taking it out on me, you never even complained out loud. In fact, all you have ever done is protect me, shield me from everyone in this world… including my own family.”Her voice cracked, and she looked down, her hands wringing together nervously. “But I promise you… I promise you th