Jessica noticed that Scarlet's car was no longer following behind her, and she couldn't help but sigh of relief. She then quickly stepped on the gas pedal to return to her mansion.Thinking about Scarlet's question earlier, Jessica suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart. Three years had passed, but what did the events from three years ago mean? Even if Arthur's innocence had been proven, their feelings had already cracked beyond doubt. An invisible barrier seemed to separate them from that moment. Perhaps it was when she desperately cursed Arthur, or maybe it was when Arthur seemed a little weary and stopped explaining...They had predetermined that they couldn't return to how they used to be.Jessica blinked, feeling her cheeks grow cold. It was only now that she realized tears were falling from her eyes.She chuckled bitterly, wiping away the tears, and then walked into the house.Stanley was sitting in his office, dealing with work. Due to the pressure from Mr. Adel
Nightfall, the time of splendor. At this moment, within the oldest estate in the city.The Henry family mansion was bustling with activity as it welcomed a large group of guests to celebrate the birthday of their youngest heir. Though this youngest heir was no longer a mere teenager. Almost all the upper-class citizens of the city had gathered here, and even some prominent figures from other cities were present.A few individuals didn't receive invitations but shamelessly sneaked in. There were also quite a number of young artists here, hoping to find a chance to change their lives. The crowd was diverse, and the party area was divided. Only those with golden invitation cards could enter the inner area of the feast. This was the true dining area for the city's elite. Mr. Smith followed closely behind a man around 40 years old. This man was none other than the mysterious mage they had met yesterday. Mr. Smith hadn't expected the mage to act so quickly. It seemed that Arthur'
Curtis almost turned purple with anger when he saw Arthur's smile. However, he seemed reluctant to leave now. He quickly turned to his older brother, sobbing, "Big brother, how can you let that guy into my party like this?! Call the guards and kick him out!"His voice was booming, attracting the attention of many people around. Yet, no one dared to say anything, as almost everyone in the city knew Curtis's temperament too well. They watched Arthur with expectant eyes, waiting for his response.Arthur, unaffected by Curtis's angry outburst, calmly walked toward him, with Adel following closely behind him. Seeing Arthur approaching him, Curtis, accompanied by Lance—who had given him a shove at the wedding—couldn't help but twitch, visibly nervous. He tried to move closer to Asta, forgetting he was now a middle-aged man in his forties, not a child.Arthur looked at him, smiling, and said, "No need to be so agitated. I even have an invitation card personally written by Mr. Asta here
Outside, Mr. Smith was in a hurry, chasing after Nicholas. He couldn't understand why Nicholas was walking so slowly, yet he couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't until they reached an area covered in darkness that Nicholas finally stopped.Mr. Smith hesitated as he looked at Nicholas and asked, "How do you intend to deal with Arthur?"Nicholas's cold voice echoed, "You don't need to concern yourself with that."Mr. Smith furrowed his brows, "You can't say that! If you let Arthur be, he'll target our Smith Corporation sooner or later.""So what?" Nicholas asked coldly.Mr. Smith widened his eyes, but before he could say anything, Nicholas continued, "This is the consequence of your failure to complete the mission. Your best course of action is to keep your mouths shut, don't let me discover any of your reckless actions! Not killing all of you is the last mercy I grant. Handle it yourselves! A bunch of useless people."Nicholas's words faded as he disappeared into
Raymond had taken only a few steps when a soft body leaned against his back, and his waist was embraced.A gentle voice, as ethereal as Lumie's, echoed, "I truly love you, Raymond. I love you regardless of your status. Can't you give me a chance? I can give you everything that Jessica can't. Most importantly, I love you... whereas Jessica doesn't."Raymond's mind was always scheming, but Lumie's final words had indeed struck a chord within him.To the extent that his entire body trembled uncontrollably.Yes, Jessica would never love him, no matter how hard he tried.She always saw him as a friend, a brother; he could never compare to Arthur in her heart.Even though Arthur had hurt her so much, she still trusted him deep down.At times, Raymond, in his desperation, wondered where he fell short compared to Arthur.However, he could never find an answer, which only fueled his anger.Why was it always Arthur? Why did Arthur always get everything while he could only follow behind?He was
When Arthur finished speaking, Crimson immediately let out a cheerful howl. However, considering Arthur's words just now, he quickly fell silent with a look of displeasure.Arthur raised his hand, and a strong gust of wind suddenly surged at that moment! The glass door in Arthur's room instantly frosted over, then shattered into tiny pieces that scattered into the air.Under the moonlight, the scene was somewhat beautiful, except for a creeping dark mist that infiltrated through the broken window.Crimson widened his eyes, observing the scene in front of him. Arthur's voice suddenly sounded, "There's an intruder..."Before Arthur could finish his sentence, Crimson roared, "What the hell is this? Who dares to ruin my good time? I will never forgive them!"Amber glanced at Crimson, silently cursing him for being foolish and getting used by Arthur. Nevertheless, he didn't stop Crimson because he didn't like his plans being disrupted. If this intruder dared to show up, they might as
Under the invisible pressure of the SB Group, the Smith family was becoming increasingly ruined with each passing day. It had started to decline since Arthur was imprisoned, but under the current pressure, those vulnerabilities became even more pronounced.Mr. Smith sat in the president's office, looking extremely grim. However, at this point, he no longer had the strength to struggle or get angry.Suddenly, the door to the president's office opened, and the person who entered was none other than Will. Mr. Smith looked at him and asked, "How are things going?"Will was incredibly angry, nearly seething. "That Raymond guy didn't even bother to answer his phone! What the hell is he thinking?!"Mr. Smith's eyes turned red, and he stood up, knocking over things on his desk. Will knew that Mr. Smith was starting to lose control again. Lately, there had been too many incidents, and Mr. Smith's outbursts of rage had become far too frequent. Will had even begun to get used to it.Mr. Sm
"No!" Mr. Smith shouted like that. Arthur raised an eyebrow, looking at him, and laughed, "Why, you seem quite cheerful in your speech. Why don't you continue?" Mr. Smith glared at Arthur, his gaze filled with hatred. Undoubtedly, if given the chance, he would surely pounce to shatter Arthur's face. But, of course, that opportunity would never come to him. He looked at Will, struggling frantically, and finally could only roll his eyes and say, "Back then, when my family was still relatively wealthy. I received instructions from a sorcerer. That sorcerer told me that if I adopted you, my family could rise to the upper class." Those instructions were like the light of his life for someone without power but full of ambition, like Mr. Smith. He gladly followed them; indeed, his family continuously progressed until Arthur grew up, and their family gradually climbed to the top. Arthur's cold voice asked, "What conditions did the sorcerer present?" Mr. Smith bowed and said, "The mai