"Mom—" "And you have to do as I have said tomorrow morning," Ida cut Savannah off. "I'm giving you two till tomorrow to get divorced and put an end to this sham—" "Mom!" Savannah shouted coldly, interrupting her mother's words. Her beautiful face had a dark expression as she spoke. "Just be quiet. He's my husband and that is never going to change. I won't divorce him so stop making so much noise. You'll frighten Noah." Ida was so furious she couldn't come up with words to say. When she did, she spurted, "You, fool! It's for your own good. Are you so blind you—" "Shut up!" Nathaniel finally intervened. "I don't want to hear another word from you." Ida stormed off angrily, grumbling as she left. She even slammed the door behind her loudly. Noah shook and burrowed into his mother's embrace. "Father—" "I'm tired. Please, take me to bed," Nathaniel didn't give Kian any face. It was clear he didn't want to speak to him. Savannah dropped Noah but still held him tightly as she wh

It was Margaret. She had come to cafe a while ago to seek a job. Although, there was a signboard at the door of the cafe, she was told that the cafe wasn't in need of more staff. This was the fourth place she would be given the same response. She was getting frustrated. At this rate, it was evident she was going to starve to death. But just as she was leaving, who knew she would see the one behind her problems? From the moment Kian stepped into the cafe, she had noticed him, unable to control the anger that welled up inside her. But then, a strange, beautiful woman approached him. Margaret swiped her fingers on her phone screen, looking through the pictures she had taken. There was one where Vivienne had hugged Kian. There was another where he was laughing heartily. There was also one where he was patting her hair with a smile. The pictures were taken at such great angles that it would be difficult for one not to mistake Kian and Vivienne as a couple. A sense of satisfactio

"Do you think you are one kind of big shot just because you are a famous director? Usually, people like you wouldn't even be able to breathe the same air I breathe!" A lop-sided smile tugged at Kian's lips. As expected of a general's daughter, Vivienne was showing off her sassy nature. Martin and his nephew were no match for her so Kian didn't feel any need to even meddle with these foolish pairs. Director Martin's face reddened with anger and veins bulge on his face. He felt so insulted he was trembling with anger. How could a lowly actress humiliate him in front of so many people? "Uncle, did you see that? This is the kind of habit Luminary Films artistes have! They won't show up on set early. Their acting skills are mediocre and they lack manners!" Dorian spat, aggravating the situation. "You..." Martin raised a trembling finger at Vivienne and swore, "If I don't show you just how big my ego is today, I'll retire from the movie industry!" Actresses and actors nearby who w

Fifteen sleek Lamborghini Urus cars drove in a perfect line on the highway. They all had an identical emblem of a silver phoenix emblazoned on the hood, catching the light. This convoy turned heads with every mile, drawing curious stares from passing drivers who couldn't help but wonder what the big occasion was and who the fancy entourage was for. In the leading car, a young man sat at the backseat, draped in a richly embroidered cloak that had an eye-catching insignia: a stylized crest of a rising phoenix. His expression was calm but there was an undeniable air of authority about him. And as the convoy sped forward, he gazed out of the window, fully aware of the attention they were drawing, yet remained unbothered. "Uncle Benedict, what sort of man do you think my cousin has grown into?" A scorn appeared on the middle-aged man with a gray goatee behind the wheels. "A coward like his father." The young man stroked his chin at this response and raised another question. "Do

Savannah had just finished her final class. Stretching her fingers and massaging her neck, she walked into her office. After grabbing her bag, she glanced out the window. "Will I even find a taxi in this downpour?" she mumbled, reaching into her bag for her phone. Instead of the phone, she pulled out a card and looked at it in confusion. It took a moment to remember that it was the bank card she had taken to the bank a few weeks ago. She had been so busy she completely forgot about it. She was bugged with a question; 'Who owns this bank card?' DING! Her phone suddenly chimed, reminding her of her main purpose. She reached into the bag again and brought out her phone. There were lots of messages displayed on the phone screen and when she went through them, her expression changed. Each message was reminding her that she had borrowed a lot of money from people while trying to hire a good lawyer to secure her father's release. Thinking of the last time that Noah had been