Joseph looked straight into her eyes, trying to stay calm. "Charlotte, we're working right now. The past is irrelevant. We need to focus on work."Charlotte sneered, the sarcasm evident in her laughter. "You're always like this, aren't you? Cold and heartless. But do you know, Joseph? What hurts me the most is not that you left me, but that you lied to me about who you really are."Joseph kept his tone calm. "Charlotte, we're here to discuss the project. I suggest you sit down and calm down."Charlotte refused to budge, taking another step forward. "You pretended to be poor so that I would have to shoulder all the financial burden. Do you know how I felt? Do you know how hard I worked to take care of both of us?"Joseph took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Charlotte. "Charlotte, I understand that you have a lot to say, but now is not the time. Sit down and we will continue to discuss work."Charlotte felt tears falling down her cheeks. "Don't you want to explain anything, Joseph
“We need to focus on building a detailed report on the potential risks of this project. If we can convince the board that continuing the project will cause more risks than benefits, they will reconsider the decision.” Brain continued, his voice filled with determination.Joseph nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope. “Alright, Brain. I will start working with my team to collect data and prepare a report. But we need to do it quickly, before things get worse.”“Exactly. I will support you from behind.”With Brain’s support and guidance, Joseph sprang into action. He called an emergency meeting with his team, consisting of his most trusted people. In the small conference room, he shared the plan and asked everyone to work together to prepare the most detailed and accurate report possible.“We don’t have much time,” Joseph said, the urgency and tension in his eyes hard to hide.“I need everyone to gather all the data related to Afea, including financial issues, project management, and any pot
That night, the William family sat down to dinner in a tense atmosphere. Joseph could feel the pressure weighing down on him. He knew that Jayce would not miss the opportunity to tease him about the progress of the project."Joseph, how is it? How is the progress of the cooperation project with Afea?" Jayce asked, his voice full of sarcasm.Joseph looked at Jayce, trying to keep his composure. "The project is still progressing well, although there are some difficulties.""Good, Joseph. I hope you can handle everything well." Jayce chuckled, his eyes flashing with satisfaction."What's wrong, what are you guys talking about?"Just then, a hoarse voice suddenly interrupted the conversation.It was Norman.Norman was late for dinner as usual. He walked into the dining room, smiling and apologizing to everyone for being late. "Sorry, I'm late again. I hope I didn't miss anything important."The meal continued in a heavy atmosphere. Joseph didn't say anything more, but he knew in his heart
“No, you’re lying! I heard from outside that the representative of William’s company in this cooperation is Joseph.”Charlotte couldn’t help but burst into tears when Rebecca mentioned Joseph. She couldn’t keep her composure anymore, she hugged Rebecca tightly, her shoulders shaking.Rebecca hugged Charlotte, gently comforting her, “Charlotte, what’s wrong? Tell me.”Charlotte cried for a long time, trying to hold back her sobs so she could say, “Rebecca, I can’t hide it anymore. I still have feelings for Joseph. But now, he’s going to marry Coco.”Rebecca felt her chest tighten with anger. She had hated Joseph for a long time, but now that she heard these words from Charlotte, her hatred increased even more. “Joseph! That guy! I knew it, he’s not trustworthy at all,” Rebecca said, her voice hard.Charlotte was still crying, but she continued, "I tried to forget him, but every time I saw him with Coco, my heart ached. I know I shouldn't, but this feeling is unbearable."Rebecca frowne
Charlotte sat on the sofa in the Smith family’s living room, staring intently at her mother, Mrs. Smith. Her gaze was filled with suspicion. Charlotte couldn't comprehend how her mother knew so much about Joseph. She decided she needed to press for clear answers to shed light on everything.Charlotte felt as if she was being pushed into an inescapable maze. She had heard from Jayce that Joseph was his younger brother. But her surprise grew when Mrs. Smith, whom she had always thought only knew about mundane daily matters, seemed very aware of Joseph’s wealth. Her skepticism grew larger by the moment.How could her mother know these things? Joseph wasn’t someone who appeared in the news or was famous enough for everyone to know. She recalled conversations with her mother, and just a day ago, her mother had criticized Joseph, saying he had no prospects and was poor. Why had her attitude changed so drastically now? A myriad of questions arose within Charlotte: Where had her mother heard
Mrs. Smith, her face a little haggard and her eyes darting, looked around the room as if afraid someone was watching. Her evasive gestures did not escape Charlotte. She kept rubbing her hands together, as if to reassure herself as she spoke."You know, Charlotte," Mrs. Smith began, her voice trembling slightly. "It doesn't matter where I know, as long as this information is true."Charlotte stood there, staring at Mrs. Smith with cold eyes. She felt tired, both physically and mentally. These conversations had happened too many times and she did not want to dwell on them. She knew that in Mrs. Smith's world, truth and falsehood were vague concepts, often twisted to serve personal ends."Mother," Charlotte said, her voice low and clear, "I understand what you mean, but I want to go to my room now. I need to rest."Charlotte turned to leave, but Mrs. Smith immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Her eyes were fixed on Charlotte, her expression urgent and determined."Charlotte,
---Dinner at the William household was always a grand event. The long dining table, covered in pristine white cloth, was adorned with exquisite dishes. The crystal chandelier cast a sparkling glow, reflecting off each smile and knowing glance. Everyone was present, from Mr. William to Jayce and Joseph, along with a few relatives and close friends.Jayce raised his glass of wine. "Cheers to Joseph. You've been doing a great job lately. The projects are progressing smoothly, and the clients are very satisfied."Joseph smiled gently and nodded in response. "Thank you, Jayce. It's all thanks to your guidance and the support of the entire team."In Joseph's heart, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Jayce had never genuinely praised him before. The smile on Joseph's lips seemed out of sync with the emotions inside. He sensed an ominous premonition approaching.Jayce set down his wine glass, his eyes gleaming with a plan already in motion. "Father," he began, his voice
Norman was unfazed as he removed his sunglasses, looking coldly at Mr. William. "Dad, do I need to explain myself for coming home? You're always criticizing me. I'm not Jayce, and I don't want to be Jayce."Mr. William grew angrier, his voice almost exploding. "You don't want to be Jayce? So you want to be useless? Do you know how many people would kill for your opportunities? You're wasting your life!"Norman calmly sat down, draping his coat over the chair and picking up the steak plate placed in front of him by a servant. "Dad, I'm living my own life. If you don't like it, don't force me to live your way. I'm not a tool for you to manipulate."Mr. William couldn't bear Norman's defiance. He stood up, grabbed the plate, and threw it at Norman, shouting, "Are you deaf? I'm your father; you must respect me! You only think about yourself!"Norman narrowly dodged the plate, his eyes cold but calm. "Dad, respect has to be earned, not demanded by throwing plates. You always force me to do