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As if surprised by a blizzard, Fiona stood frozen in front of a large wardrobe that held expensive, branded clothes. She hesitantly looked back to find Stephen also staring at her while she stood up without wearing anything."Oh my... What should I do? I'm so embarrassed! Should I run?"With a serene countenance that bespoke warmth and affection, Stephen approached Fiona, his eyes shining with admiration. "You possess an ethereal beauty, Fiona," he uttered, his words a tender melody that caressed her soul.His words washed over Fiona like a gentle breeze, and his magnetic aura left her momentarily breathless. Unbeknownst to Stephen, his presence had become an anchor, holding Fiona in place, unable to move from her spot.Fiona's face looked even prettier and fresher after taking a shower, making Stephen unable to wait to touch her cheeks. Her pink lips were like strawberry ice cream, inviting people to sip and lick them in the summer.Contrary to Fiona's apprehensions, Stephen's touch w
Fiona blushed, still relishing the memories of their passionate night. Stephen's touch had left an addictive mark on her.Standing before him, a woman clad in a vibrant yellow tank top adorned with a Japanese animation character shook her head slowly. "I have class scheduled today," she murmured softly, her voice tinged with a hint of regret.Stephen, determined to sway her decision, leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Just once on the table. Standing up is also okay for me if you're worried I'll get out of control on my bed," he proposed, his voice laced with playful charm. A low chuckle escaped his lips, the sound echoing through the room.Stephen's hand smoothed Fiona's brown hair. He waited for her answer for a few moments.Stephen asked seductively, "Okay?""Um… Okay. But promise me you won't take long!" Fiona pleaded, her eyes searching for reassurance."Certainly, my love," Stephen assured her, a gentle smile gracing his lips, his affection shining through. "But
After enduring tense times due to Fiona's kidnapping, Stephen embarked on a new chapter in his life. With confident steps, the young master of Hudson family walked down the corridor, heading towards the VIP elevator. As it happened would have it, Janis Aguirre was accompanying him in the elevator.The woman, with black hair and brown skin, greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Stephen."The blonde man in the blue suit acknowledged his secretary's greeting.During the elevator ride, they briefly discussed recent developments, including new companies seeking collaboration with Magnificent Emerald Group.Janis smiled professionally and remarked, "Since we terminated our partnership with the Fun Milk brand, their competitors are now vying for a cooperation contract with the Magnificent Emerald Group."Billy Geoff's competitors perceived the failure of Fun Milk's partnership with Magnificent Emerald Group as an opportunity for themselves to achieve stardom. Naturally, they were employing various
William also agreed with Stephen's idea. "I will send our people to monitor Alex Case and lure the journalists to report it!" Stephen smiled with satisfaction, then he got up from the sofa. "Hold on, I have something for you!" Stephen walked to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of orange juice. Then he handed one of the bottles to William. "I appreciate it." Stephen spun the cap on the bottle and said, "I just want to have a drink with you." The old man beside Stephen smiled faintly as he uncorked the bottle. "It turns out you still remember if I like orange juice." "Certainly." Stephen looked out the office window, which revealed white clouds floating like scattered cotton. "I was thinking about something, William." Stephen's gaze extended far into the horizon. William downed his cold, refreshing orange juice. After taking a deep breath, he said, "What are you thinking about, Young Master?" Stephen turned to William. "Grandfather's birthday," Stephen answered briefly.
William finished his drink and placed the bottle on the table. The old man's face appeared fearless as he spoke without hesitation, "Should Young Master genuinely desire my assistance in investigating your uncle, I assure you, I shall not waver in carrying out the task. Truth be told, I have refrained from doing so thus far, as I wished to avoid overstepping my role as a servant."Stephen breathed a sigh of relief and tapped William's shoulder. "I appreciate your hard work and loyalty, William," he said with great gratitude.The pain of losing his parents in an unnatural manner gnawed at Stephen's heart. With his current resources and power, Stephen would thoroughly investigate the tragedy that caused their death. It was something he couldn't do as a young boy exiled in a remote orphanage.After a lengthy conversation with Stephen, the white-haired man took his leave, ready to start his investigation.Alone, Stephen controlled his anger, not wanting to be careless and risk the failure
As the sun tilted to the west, casting an amber glow across the cityscape, Stephen shut down his laptop and meticulously organized the scattered documents on his desk. With a sigh of relief, he stood up and made his way out of the office, accompanied by Raymond, his loyal driver and confidant. Seated behind the wheel, Raymond, a resilient man with a brown complexion and stylish dark glasses, glanced at Stephen and asked, "Where are we headed, Young Master?" Stephen, feeling the weight of the day lifting off his shoulders, loosened his tie and shot a sidelong glance at Raymond. "Straight to the penthouse," he replied decisively. With a nod of understanding, Raymond revved up the engine of the Porsche, driving it hurtling through the bustling Rosewind streets flanked by towering skyscrapers. On the go, Stephen's mind wandered back two decades, to a pivotal moment etched in his memory—the incident that had changed the course of his life. Lost in thought, Stephen recalled his childhood
Stephen descended from the top floor of their luxurious penthouse. He quickly headed to the bathroom, intending to freshen up and change into more comfortable clothes. The warm water cascaded over his body, washing away the day's fatigue, and he emerged feeling revitalized.With a sense of leisure and contentment, Stephen made his way to the living room, a steaming cup of tea in his hand. He settled down on the couch, his gaze fixed on the television screen.The sound of female voices grew louder, drawing his attention away from the screen. He turned his head to see a group of women, their laughter filling the air, signaling the end of their swimming session. Each of them carried a bag, ready to depart.Stephen's wife, Fiona, stood at the center of the group, basking in their gratitude. A woman dressed in black approached her and enveloped her in a warm hug. "Thank you so much, Fiona, for inviting us. We had an amazing time in your new penthouse."Fiona returned the embrace, her hand p
Stephen's gaze lingered on Fiona, her face etched with worry, the lines of her forehead creased with a troubled expression. The weight of her concern was palpable in the air, hanging between them like a thick fog."So, you're worried about her?" He stroked his wife's head then smiled.Fiona closed her eyes, her efforts to suppress her jealousy a battle waged within her. Surprisingly, Keyla Fox had inadvertently come to her aid. It was a double-edged sword—a distraction that allowed Tristan to focus on preserving his wealth, rather than indulging in his malicious intentions towarded Fiona. If not for the chaos incited by Keyla Fox, Fiona knew all too well that the outcome might have been far worse—a harrowing encounter she would rather forget.Summoning all her strength, Fiona mustered a smile that masked her inner turmoil. "Yes, I am worried about her," she said with a confused look on her face. "I didn't know she could be that brave! I saw that she also wasn't that concerned about env