"Sarah, don't do it!"Sophia held Sarah in tears.Sobbing, Colette kept slapping herself."Sarah, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have invested in bitcoin. I shouldn't have embezzled money fromthe company. I want to kneel in your stead, but they won't let me. Your father already tried."She slapped herself again and again.Every time she finished a sentence, she would slap herself in the face once. She was sincerely remorseful, but besides slapping herself, she could do nothing for her daughter.Sophia walked to her and said in tears,"Mom, stop! Your face is swollen.Sarah wouldn't want you to hurt yourself ...Sarah tried her best to smile at Colette. "Mom, nobody is perfect. It's only human to make mistakes. But you must learn from this. Always do the right thing in the future.'Wiping her tears, Colette promised,"Yes, I will. It won't happen again."Gritting her teeth, Sarah forced herself to walk on towards Ryan, who sat not far from her.It was not until then that Co
Sternly, Sarah snapped, "Get the hell out of here! Didn't I tell you to stay home? Why did you have to come? Do you think this is not humiliating enough?"Ray grinned, "I was the one that encouraged you to take the bet. How can I let you deal with this alone? As your husband, I had to come."Sarah Frowned. "Stop saying you are my husband. I haven't admitted it. Get lost! This has nothing to do with you."Still wearing a grin, Ray shook his head. "Kneeling is fun. How can I miss it? I'm not going!"Furious, Sarah wanted to smash her head against a wall. She must have been blind to take this dimwit as a husband. She had asked him to stay home to spare him the humiliation. In the end, he insisted on coming along and suffering the humiliation with her.Before she said anything else, Tristan came over, grabbed Keenan's arm as if he was afraid Ray would run away, and laughed, "Good for you, Keenan! I have to admit you have balls! Since you are already here, you're not going anywhere! Go joi
Tristan froze, looking desperately at Alice and Ryan for help.The couple was so frustrated that it was as if their family had just died.Unable to turn a blind eye to Tristan, Ryan said, "Tristan is the leader of the Peters Corporation . It would hurt his reputation and the company's image."Sophia sneered, "Urgh! My dad just begged you and wanted to apologize on behalf of Sarah . Even if he made such a compromise, you turned him down and wouldn't back down!""Now we have the Oscorp Corporation 's contract, and we won. It's Tristan's turn to apologize. How dare you say it will hurt his reputation! What about Sarah 's reputation? Is she just so trivial that everyone could trample on her dignity?This is a blatant double standard!Ryan, you son of a bitch!"Sophia knocked Keenan's socks off.She was not only a doer but also very articulate!Ryan shut up like a clam, not knowing how to fight back.Damian, who had always been tolerant, couldn't stand it this time. He said to Monica, "Mo
"Mr. Garcia, please consider giving your father a chance. He has endured many hardships over the years," pleaded the middle-aged man who had been trailing Ray Garcia through the bustling market of Austria. "Your father's injury has left him unable to have another child, and as the sole heir to his property, acknowledging your relationship with him is of utmost importance. If you don't, his position as head of the Garcia family will become increasingly uncertain." Ray, dressed in shabby clothes, came to an abrupt halt and regarded the man with disdain. "He abandoned me when I was young and forced me to part ways with my mother. I never even got to say goodbye to her. Now, after all these years, he wants me back?" Ray shook his head in disbelief. "I thought he was genuinely remorseful and wanted to make amends, but it's clear he only wants me to secure his position in the family," he sneered, snapping the supreme bank card in his hand with ease. The card, with a limit of eighty millio
Sarah's eyes were swollen with sorrow and despair, a heartbreaking sight that Ray had never seen in the past three years. As he stumbled out of the room, his mind was in a daze, trying to process the gravity of the situation. But he quickly regained his senses and chased after her, determined to help in any way he could. "Sarah, please don't go. Let me handle everything," he pleaded as he caught up with her in the corridor. But Sarah remained steadfast, her resolve unshakable as she turned off her phone and strode confidently into the elevator. Back in the living room of the Peters's, Joanna's rage was palpable as she lashed out at Ray, blaming him for not doing enough to help. Her words stung, and Sophia's badgering only made things worse. Ray fought to free himself from their grasp, but not before Joanna scratched his face, leaving him bleeding and shaken. With no time to waste, Ray took the staircase and rushed outside, only to see Sarah's red car disappear into the distance. He
Ray gasped for breath as he sprinted down the street, evading the clutches of the relentless security guards. With a sense of relief, he flung the bathrobe into a nearby dumpster before reaching for his phone to contact Sarah. To his dismay, her phone remained switched off, leaving him to ponder his next move. After careful consideration, he extracted a business card from his pocket and dialed the number printed on it. "I accept your terms," he announced firmly. "I will reconcile with my father." Fifteen minutes later, Ray found himself in a serene park, stowing away his new supreme bank card. With an air of nonchalance, he inquired, "So, what do the Garcias do, Eli? How wealthy are they?" The ever-obliging Eli Ledger responded with respect, detailing the extent of the Garcias' global businesses and investment funds. "Their wealth is immeasurable," Eli confessed. "During the Asian financial crisis in 2008, the Garcia Group played a crucial role in stabilizing our country's economy."
In the luxurious Presidential Suite of the Sunrise Heritage Resort, James 's anger was palpable as he pointed to Ray's face on the monitor screen. "Who is this useless matrilocal son-in-law of the Peters?" he bellowed. The plump hotel manager repeatedly bowed and confirmed, "He is Ray Garcia, Sarah's husband. He's the one who stole your bathrobe. The surveillance footage leaves no room for doubt." James was incensed. The Peters were playing a dangerous game by crossing him, and he couldn't believe that Sarah would stoop so low as to involve her husband in humiliating him. He was determined to crush them all. Shooing away the manager, James immediately made a phone call and had the post of him running around naked and causing a commotion in the lobby deleted. In exchange, the hotel offered a week of free stay to the elderly tourists and promised to remove any evidence of the incident to protect their reputation. But James wasn't satisfied with just that. He called the patriarch o
As Sophia pounded on the door, Noahgroggily woke up to the loud noise. "Who could be knocking at this ungodly hour?" she grumbled, rubbing her messy hair in frustration. When she opened the door, she was taken aback by the sight before her. Was this some kind of gangster movie? Behind Sophia stood a group of over 20 young men from the Peters family, some holding staffs, others wielding knives or expandable batons. Tristan Peters, Sarah's cousin, pushed his way past Noahand barked out orders. "Move aside! We're here for Sarah and Ray!" The commotion roused the sleeping couple, who stumbled out of the bedroom only to be surrounded by the menacing group of men. As the tension in the room escalated, Sarah turned to her sister, her chest heaving with anger. "How could you betray me like this, Sophia? You're my sister!" Sophia's lip curled as she snorted in response. "You didn't help Mom, and your useless man caused trouble with Mr. Cole from Oscorp Corporation . He even took Mr. Cole's b