"Indeed, these New Single families never seem content." "Excluding the Edwards and Baileys, none seem inclined to kneel and beg for forgiveness. They're probably scheming something foolish." Ethan smirked: "Half of the month-long deadline has passed. The Bailey's fortunes have dwindled significantly." Hearing this, a pang of realization struck Samuel. Yes, the Bailey family's future no longer shined bright. After hanging up the phone, Ethan checked his watch. It was past the usual time she would leave work. Of course, she's been let go. Why would she have a work schedule anymore? He wondered where she might be when, at that moment, his phone buzzed. Picking it up, he found a message from Londyn: "Pick up London from home. No need to wait for me after work; I need some solitude." The simplicity of her message laid bare her loneliness. After collecting London, Ethan noticed Basil's spirits were deflated. After all, today was the day his entire Edwards family had been exiled. Th
Ethan chuckled: "Doesn't this indicate that your worth exceeds 200 million?" For a fleeting moment, Londyn felt an overwhelming wave of happiness, so surreal that she doubted the veracity of Ethan's words until he showed her an electronic contract. Victoria was incredibly gracious; she had already prepared the electronic contract. In an instant, Londyn felt her nose sting, unable to contain herself any longer, she lunged forward to hug Ethan, sobbing: "This is so wonderful, absolutely wonderful!" "Ethan, thank you…" For a brief moment, Ethan was enveloped in an intoxicating fragrance, sensing the quivering chest of the woman in his arms, convulsing due to tears and elation. However, quite swiftly, Londyn seemed to realize something, retreating from the embrace, her face now redder than before. She stole a glance at Ethan, her heart pounding, surprised she had initiated the hug. She had never done this with anyone of the opposite gender before. Just then, a few rowdy voices eru
Seeing Ethan shake his head, the young female student furrowed her brows, reiterating to Basil, "In summary, don't trust him; he's a scammer!" Flustered, Basil hastened to clarify to everyone that Ethan was not a scam artist. Instantaneously, the consensus of the room was that Basil was naive and easily fooled, ignorant even to the fact that he had been duped. A young maiden, alight with righteous fury, continued to chastise Ethan. "What kind of a man are you? Even after I’ve exposed your true face, you dare continue with your deceitful antics?" "Do you think I won't call the police on you?" At that very moment, a bespectacled supervisor, having heard the escalating conflict from the infirmary, hurried in. Upon grasping the situation, he let out a vehement sigh, his eyes blazing in anger towards Ethan. "You cannot change the doctor!" "If even Dominich fails to heal, no other can save the patient!" "And what if switching doctors causes a delay in treatment? Can you bear the r
The truth was, she had been trying to get an appointment with the esteemed Frederick to treat her grandfather's ailment. She hadn't anticipated that getting an appointment with such a luminary would be so challenging. She began trying since the end of the previous year, but it now seemed she might have to wait until the year's end. Watching her grandfather's condition worsen day by day in the adjacent room, she dreaded whether he could hold on until the year's end. She had sought out nearly every renowned physician over the past months, only to return with disappointment. Now, her hopes lay with Frederick. Perhaps only the "Spring Rejuvenation Technique" could save her grandfather. She sighed heavily. Today, she had an incredible opportunity. It was surprising to her that, given her family's stature, it was so difficult to meet Master Bailey. Yet, Ethan could summon him with just a phone call. Ironically, she had even doubted Ethan's motives earlier, suspecting him of dubious i
"Golden-hued, it appears our invitation holds a certain prestige, doesn't it?" Basil's eyes shimmered as he beheld the lavish invitation in his hands. Londyn curiously studied her own invite and turned to Amanda: "Do you know how many tiers of invitations Mr. Thompson's birthday celebration has?" Earlier that day, Amanda and Scarlet had arrived early, intending to attend Mr. Thompson's party alongside Londyn. Amanda rolled her eyes and responded: "I believe there are four tiers." "Divided into silver-white, gold, purple-gold, and black-gold invitations." she elaborated. "But I've also heard whispers that atop the gold ones, there exists a unicorn-tier invitation!" The moment Amanda finished her sentence, an audible gasp filled the room. "A unicorn-tier? Sounds mythical, doesn't it?" Scarlet exclaimed in amazement. Amanda nodded: "Rumor has it that the envelope is famed for its embossed golden unicorn—majestic and awe-inspiring. I've only ever heard of it, never seen it." "Eac
Scarlet and Londyn exchanged glances, stunned by this unexpected rule. Londyn felt somewhat indignant, but at that moment, Basil discreetly shook his head at her. Better to avoid making a scene. She sighed and stood up: "Fine, let's change seats." Patrick grinned triumphantly: "Ah, you do have discernment after all." Not far away, Wilfred and Calliope, the heads of the Edwards family, watched this unfold. Seeing the Basil family humbled and forced to relinquish their seats, they felt a surge of schadenfreude. "Being ousted from the Edwards family inevitably leads to such humiliation." Wilfred laughed boisterously. Others looked at the Basil family as if they were stray dogs and joined in the laughter. Ceridwen and Jerome particularly glanced at their purple cards, feeling immensely self-satisfied. But at that very moment, Ethan returned, London in tow. Upon seeing that the Londyn family had moved, he furrowed his brows: "What happened?" Patrick looked up and sneered: "Birds of
Calliope, with a silence that was louder than any words, observed the gathering. After a long, contemplative pause, she uttered with conviction: "It has to be Ethan's doing once again!" Wilfred's disbelief was palpable: "Hadn’t the three great families already greeted Mr. Thompson? Ethan should be devoid of any support." "Could it be that they failed? Did Mr. Thompson not give them the respect they sought?" After deep reflection, Calliope softly suggested: "All we can do is wait till the feast concludes and verify for ourselves." "That's unacceptable! We need to align ourselves with the three great families!" "In any case, Ethan must pay for this audacity today." Before the grand feast began, there was a relaxed moment allowing mingling. Guests dispersed, pouring drinks and forging new connections. Ethan was among them. Soon, he encountered a familiar visage: Trương Bạo Phú. The sight of Ethan caused a vice-like tightening in Trương’s heart. He still vividly remembered a past a
“Wait!” The lady in the floral dress, seeing Ethan's intention to depart, reached out and pulled him back. After the incident in the infirmary, she had pleaded with Basil for a long time before he reluctantly revealed Ethan's name. However, Basil mentioned that whether Ethan would help or not was his decision, advising her to approach Ethan directly. During tonight's celebration, she had spotted Ethan from afar and upon closer look, her heart leaped in joy at the confirmation. Now she was almost certain that only with Ethan's aid would her dear Frederick have a sliver of hope. Thus, she was determined not to let this chance slip away. "Ethan, I'm sorry. The other day, I misunderstood you." she began, her voice tinged with both regret and urgency. "I know you might still be angry, and that's why I've been seeking an opportunity to formally apologize to you." she continued earnestly. "Whether you forgive me or not, I hope you could help me just this once. Only you can save my grandfa