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Chapter 271 Famished Lost Soul.

Christina folded her arms and gazed at Nathaniel resentfully in the car on the way back. “How did you locate me at the hotel?” I clearly remember I didn’t tell him about this. Did he arrange for someone to keep an eye on me secretly?

Nathaniel came clean, not intending to hide anything. “I have your best interest at heart. What if you run into trouble again like before?”

His response rendered her speechless for a moment.

When he reached out his slender fingers to touch her face, she instinctively dodged, causing him to miss.

She blinked her eyes at him in displeasure and grievance. “Still, you shouldn’t have done that. You could’ve called me. I don’t feel comfortable being monitored like that.” Who would like to be watched all the time? It feels like I have no freedom at all.

Nathaniel lowered his eyes, meeting her clear, sparkling eyes. His heart softened instantly when he saw her innocent expression resembling a helpless little animal being bullied.

“I know you don’t like it. I’ll tell them to stop following you.”

“Really?” Her eyes shone.

“Yes. Can you not stay mad at me now?” Nathaniel raised his hand again to cup her face while speaking gently.

Christina didn’t avoid him this time, allowing his fingers to brush across her cheeks. She could feel him gripping her jaw and tenderly lifting her head.

He kissed her passionately, arousing her desire within a second.

The spacious car suddenly felt cramped as he leaned closer. The next second, their breaths became entangled.

A faint fragrance permeated the air inside the car.

The next day, Christina got up early to buy breakfast and visited her mentor.

Laurel upheld a rather discipline lifestyle, getting up early to do yoga. When she saw Christina, she smirked at the latter. “Your jealous husband is finally allowing you to leave the house

“Ms. Shaw, don’t mind him. He’s just a little overly cautious of my safety,” Christina grinned sheepishly.

She put down the breakfast and continued to pack the luggage she hadn’t finished sorting the night before.

“I won’t mind it. I’m happy for you because he must really like you for being so concerned about you,” Laurel said leisurely with a facial mask on. “By the way, have you been following the news?”

“I watch news related to the industry every morning.” Christina answered honestly.

She paid close attention to the fashion industry’s trends, Perhaps that was something every designer would do.

“Margaret has been in the limelight recently, even holding a solo exhibition overseas. I heard that for my upcoming exhibition, the organizers invited her to be my model.” Laurel snorted. “Does she think she deserves to wear the clothes 1 design?”

Mockery filled her words. Discomfort surged within her whenever she was reminded of that matter.

“The happenings we can observe in the fashion industry are only the overt side of things. The covert dealings are unknown to us, and we can’t influence them either. Isn’t this what you taught me, Ms. Shaw?” Christina shrugged.

She had to admit Margaret had been making headlines lately. When she viewed the fashion industry- related news daily, she would see Margaret on the front page almost every day, whether it was news of her attending banquets, holding various exhibitions, or collaborating with some celebrities.

In a short period, she rose to the status of a renowned designer.

That was a testament to how good publicity could allow a person’s fame to skyrocket. There were many designers of that sort in the circle, prominent but lacking capabilities.

They could easily earn a fortune by hosting an exhibition.

Christina, do you feel resentful? Even the second runner–up is more famous than you now?” Laurel arrowed her eyes at Christina.

Every designer yearned to be successful and celebrated Some designers even strove for fame their whole lives.

Christina focused on her task at hand and replied haltheartedly, “Nope. We chose to walk down different paths from the start.”

She was devoted to design, not popularity. Christina firmly believed that people would eventually notice her as long as she produced high–quality designs.

“That’s right. As expected of my apprentice to have an extraordinary mindset,” Laurel uttered confidently.

She was very particular about the individual’s character when selecting an apprentice. Those with talent but questionable intentions would never be chosen by her.

“Let me tell you a secret. Actually, Margaret is able to progress so rapidly in her career solely because of Zele’s tactics. Anyway, you need to bear in mind not to get too close to Zele.”

Christina recalled the night when Zele asked for her phone number. “I got it, Ms. Shaw.”

Laurel only stayed in Jadeborough for two days before taking a flight to Bellridge. She mentioned she was going to discuss a collaboration and help Christina host a solo exhibition overseas. She would contact Christina once the details were finalized.

With much reluctance, Christina sent her mentor off at the airport. On her way back, she received an nexpected call from Zele.

“Christina, Ms. Romina is holding a solo exhibition in Jadeborough tonight. Only those with connections can get the tickets. What do you say? Are you interested in going?”

Romina could be considered the pioneer for people like them, and everyone in the fashion industry looked up to her. Each of her solo exhibitions was magical, capable of setting new trends within a month.

Everyone referred to her as the Fashion Witch.

Her exhibitions were not open to just nyone, as one must be well–connected to secure the tickets. Christina became excited upon hearing that name. Who wouldn’t want to see Ms. Romina’s exhibition?

“Really? How much are the tickets? Can I buy them from you?” Christina didn’t dare to casually accept the invitation without contributing something in return.

Not to mention, her mentor had frequently mentioned Zele’s various misdeeds in the past to her, so she had to practice caution.

“I wanted you to join me for the exhibition because I like you. If you haggle over money, can I assume you’re reluctant to befriend me?” Zele had no intention of selling the ticket. Besides, the tickets to Romina’s exhibition weren’t available for purchase even with money.

It was obvious Zele was trying to establish a good rapport with Christina by doing the latter a huge favor of inviting her to the exhibition.

Christina felt conflicted like she was a famished lost soul being offered an apple by a cunning witch.

“Thank you for the invitation, Zele. Count me in.”

A sneer flashed across Zele’s visage. “I’ll send you the time later. Remember not to be late.”

“Okay.” After hanging up the call, Christina was weighed down by the guilt as if she had done something wrong behind her parents‘ backs. It’ll be fine if I only go and watch the show and avoid interacting too much with Zele.

Soon, she received a message from Zele about the time and venue of the exhibition. Christina deliberately searched the internet but found no new updates about Romin

Romina’s studio would only release some behind–the–scene footage and promote their new products after the exhibition ended every time.

The show was scheduled at night, giving her a whole day to work. Christina decided to return to the studio to get some work done while waiting for the exhibition at night to start

 

Chapter 272 Frank Emerson

The organizers had clearly put much effort into the setup of the evening fashion show.

To ensure that she would not miss any of the sessions. Christina had prepared herself well in advance and, arrived promptly at the location provided by Zele.

When Zele saw Christina, who was dressed to her nines, she could not help but study the young woman in front of her. Her fair skin was smooth and dewy, and even though she was not tall, she had perfect body proportions.

Her delicate features made her look like a doll, and despite her watery eyes, she gave off a sense that she didn’t belong there and looked almost surreal.

Even a woman would be stunned by her beauty, let alone a man.

Zele curled her lips. “You’ve dressed up well you won’t be embarrassing me by walking by my side.”

Hearing that, Christina lowered her head to look at her outfit. She had spent a hefty amount on the outfit, for it was a new design by Romina. She even had to ask her mentor to buy it for her.

Even though Laurel said that she could give it to Christina as a gift, Christina was capable of bearing the cost, so she did not wish to take advantage of her mentor.

It was not as if her money was getting poured down the gutter for this outfit would not embarrass her in public.

“Come on. The show is about to start.”

Zele then led Christina in with the entrance tickets.

The decoration starting from the entrance was lavish, for the place was filled with best–selling items designed by Romina. Even now, the items seemed trendy.

There were two people Christina looked up to–Laurel and Romina.

Romina’s designs were unique, and yet, they encompassed a hint of her own style. For example, the tassel rose clip she designed had been trending for years, and some celebrities still used it now.

Christina enthusiastically took numerous photos, capturing the intricate details of the items.

Zele glanced at her and said. “Can you stop taking photos everywhere as if you’re a hillbilly? Has your mentor never brought you to another designer’s show?”

Christina retorted, “Of course not. It’s because it’s…” It’s Romina’s show, and that’s why I’m so excited!

Zele did not intend to listen to her explanation, however. “You’ve seen the news, right? Margaret is now more popular than you, and that’s because I gave her opportunities.”

Christina was not a fool; she immediately grasped what message Zele was trying to give her. Nevertheless, she did not care about opportunities.

If not for Romina’s show, Christina would not have wanted to interact with Zele unnecessarily.

Unfortunately, I owe her a favor. Thus, she had to bear with it.

Zele continued, “To be honest, you’re talented. What you’re missing is an opportunity. Why don’t you mull over becoming my apprentice instead? I can give you opportunities and squeeze you into the upper- class social circle.”

As she spoke, she deliberately showed off the watch on her wrist. It was the latest model of a luxury brand. and Christina knew that it sold for millions.

Fame and achievements. Those seemed like everyone’s ultimate goals in their careers.

Christina only wished to get to the top with hard work instead of relying on her connections.

While she was thinking of how she should give an inoffensive reply to Zele with a smile, the music in the room interrupted their conversation.

The opening music was an upbeat Anglandurn song. When the first model went on stage, everyone turned to look at them.

Christina quietly took photos of the scene, soaking up every moment of the show with delight.

No wonder Romina doesn’t sell her tickets to outsiders. Her works are on a different level, and the individuals who can get her tickets are people of higher social status who’ll understand her works.

When Christina scanned her surroundings, she noticed that the guests consisted of well–known celebrities. and socialites. Evidently, the show was a grand event.

Christina feasted her eyes on the show. She even found several interesting elements that she found beautiful.

As expected of a giant in the fashion industry. I feel enlightened.

By the time the show came to an end, it was almost ten. When Christina was about to leave the venue. Zele invited her to the event’s celebratory banquet.

Christina did not like to socialize, but she felt it would be rude to leave right after she watched a free show. so she accepted Zele’s invitation after a moment of hesitation.

The people chatted away at the venue of the celebratory banquet.

Zele had a wide social network, so the moment she entered the venue, someone came over to greet her. She was in her element as she conversed with the others in the least offending gentle manner.

Christina watched Zele chat away with her friends. Every once in a while, she would take a glass of champagne for Zele as if she was Zele’s assistant.

After walking around the venue, Zele grew tired, so the two of them went to rest in a corner.

“I’m exhausted. You’ve performed well. I never thought you’d be wittier than Margaret, Zele said, recalling how Christina had helped her receive name cards that the guests passed to Zele. Christina had even updated the others about the studio’s progress.

Undoubtedly, Christina excelled over Margaret in social settings.

“Ms. Zele, you speak too highly of me,” Christina muttered with a sheepish chuckle. She had gotten a free ticket, so she did not see any issue with her being Zele’s assistant temporarily.

Right then, a voice interrupted their conversation. “Zele, it’s been a long while. You’ve grown even more

beautiful.”

Christina lifted her head to see a plump man in his forties. The smile on his face told Christina how frivolous he was,

“Oh, it’s you, Mr. Emerson. It’s been a while!” Zele greeted enthusiastically before hooking her arm around the man’s shoulder.

There were all kinds of prominent figures at the event, but Christina had yet to see Zele greeting anyone with such passion.

Hence, she deduced that the two had to know each other well.

As Frank fixed his gaze on Christina, he asked. “Is she your apprentice? This is my first time seeing her.”

“She’s a designer. Christina, do greet him. He’s Mr. Frank Emerson, the editor–in–chief for the top three fashion magazines. Zele shot Christina a look, motioning her to greet him.

Christina hastily greeted, “Hello, Mr. Emerson.”

Frank chuckled before putting his hand on Christina’s shoulder without hesitation. “You’re such a young designer. The younger ones are formidable indeed VIS is planning to have a designer column for its next edition. I’d like to invite you to be my main guest.”

Christina was too distracted to hear what Frank had said as she was too preoccupied with moving back to avoid his hand.

If not for Zele, she would have slapped him.

Frank froze, and the atmosphere turned awkward.

Zele smiled and quickly salvaged the situation. “Mr. Emerson, please don’t take this to heart. She’s young and foolish. You can just talk to me about the column.” As she spoke, her smile turned sickly sweet.

The way Zele was trying to butter Frank up disgusted Christina.

Zele seems successful, but is it possible that she achieved it by currying favor with others? It can’t be, right?

Frank’s expression lightened up a little at that. “Christina seems fine. Let’s agree on a time and talk when we’re free again.”

“Sure, just leave this to me,” Zele answered.

Before Frank left, he spared another glance at Christina. It was a lecherous gaze that Christina found revolting.

 

Chapter 273 Improvement In Designing

Just as Frank left, Zele’s expression darkened. “Christina, what was that? Mr. Emerson only invited you because he saw your value. Learn to be grateful.”

The corner of Christina’s lips twitched. She could truly care less about the invitation.

The ugly man earlier clearly has ill intentions. Why would he be so nice to a woman he doesn’t even know? Clearly, he wants something in return! After all, there is no free lunch in this world

“Just think of me as ungrateful then,” Christina replied with a shrug, unfazed.

Upon hearing that, Zele hissed angrily. “Do you know how good are the sales of VIS magazines? Do you know how much fame you’ll get by being on an edition of VIS? This is an opportunity that many designers dream of but can’t get, and yet, you don’t want it?”

Those words made Christina ill at ease, and she said, “Why don’t you give Margaret this chance instead? It seems like she needs this opportunity more than me.”

Christina did not want to gain an opportunity via means like these.

Zele froze. Christina was barely known in the design industry despite working in it for such a long time. Moreover, she did not manage to capture the attention of a large crowd in the previous competition. Logically speaking, if she wanted more people to know about her, then she should be holding onto this golden opportunity

In the end, Zele scoffed and said, “Christina, you won’t be getting opportunities this good all the time. 1 hope you’ll think long and hard about this before giving me your final answer.

With that said, Zele walked off alone.

You… don’t actually need to wait for my answer. I can give it to you now, and it’s a no.

Ultimately, Christina shrugged and left the event.

A ray of orange spread across the morning sky. Christina stretched when she woke, but she was in no rush to get out of bed. Instead, she began using her phone.

The first thing she saw when she logged onto her fashion application was Margaret.

However, they were not talking about her work this time; they were gossiping about her.

As it turned out, a reporter had captured photographs of her at a lavish cocktail party for wealthy businessmen, cozying up to some influential heirs.

Christina proceeded to check a few more posts before exiting the application, finding the news boring. Noticing that it was still early, she got out of bed and went downstairs to her kitchen in her pajamas.

It was almost time for breakfast when Nathaniel came back from the company, and he headed straight for the room upstairs.

After taking a shower, he changed into his pajamas, only to realize belatedly that the bed was empty just as he was about to wake Christina.

She’s out this early?

Still, Nathaniel did not dwell on it. He changed into a suit before going downstairs.

Right then, the sound of footsteps traveled into his cars, and a slender figure came out with a plate of sausages. In the next moment, the woman turned back into the kitchen before re–emerging with a bowl of oatmeal.

Christina had dedicated her entire morning to working in the kitchen. Her silky hair was neatly tied in a low ponytail, with a few stray strands delicately grazing her neck. When the light illuminated her, her skin. appeared to radiate a gentle glow

The cartoon–themed pajamas she had on exuded a touch of coziness and familiarity.

Raising her head, her watery eyes met Nathaniel’s gaze, and she implored, “Come and join me for breakfast.”

She then passed him a bowl with her slender hand. “I made a fruit cocktail too. Give me a second.”

As Nathaniel stared at the piping hot breakfast on the table, he found his heart melting in bliss.

Soon, the two of them were having breakfast together. When Christina bit into the sausage, she beamed, satisfied with the sauce she added.

“Where were you last night?” Nathaniel asked.

A wave of guilt hit Christina when she heard his question. “I was at a show with Ms. Zele”

She easily excluded the upsetting encounter the day before. It was not as if she planned to meet Zele again.

The thrill of the show the night before had yet to fade away, so after taking two more bites of the sausage. Christina continued, “It’s Romina’s show. You might not know about her since you don’t pay attention to the design scene, but she’s a big cheese in the industry.”

The upsetting moment was worthwhile since I had the opportunity to witness Romina’s captivating show.

Nathaniel stiffened for a second before lifting his head to face her. “You can do the same in the future” His determined gaze warmed Christina’s heart, and a smile bloomed on her lips. “I’ll do my best.”

Every day, Rayne would arrive earlier than Christina at the studio to tidy up the place for her.

On that day, Christina was going to design a dress for Linda. Once she was done with the design drawing, she sent it to Linda.

All the other woman replied was: Just let my son decide this for me.

Christina was bewildered, for Linda was usually meticulous about her dresses.

At that very moment, a tall figure emerged at the doorway. The man was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, but anyone could see the shine in his eyes. Despite being clad in casual sportswear, the man retained his charming allure.

When Rayne saw the man, she enthusiastically welcomed him in. “Mister, are you here to order a sui The designer we have here is excellent.”

“Yes, I’d like to make five orders, Francis said as he took off his mask to smile at Rayne,

Rayne’s eyes widened into saucers.

I–Isn’t this man Francis Fernando the celebrity? There’s no way I’d mistake someone else for him. I’ve seen his face plastered everywhere!

“Francis Fernando?” Rayne shrieked once she came back to her senses.

There was no way Rayne was going to calm down any time soon.

Francis was accustomed to responses similar to hers. Hence, he shifted his attention toward the window, where he could catch sight of Christina’s silhouette through the glass.

Christina was wearing a light–colored dress, and despite the dress‘ thick material, she still seemed slender. Walking into the tailor room, he put a cup of coffee on her table and teased, “The early bird gets a cup of coffee.”

Christina chuckled. “What are you talking about?”

Nevertheless, she took the cup without hesitation as she showed him the design drawing on her tablet..

“This is a dress for Ms. Macall She said it’s up to you to finalize the design, so is there anything you want to change?”

Francis took the tablet and carefully studied the design. “Your designs have improved. I think adding a few more tassels with pendants will make this dress look even better.”

With that said, he started drawing crystal pendants on the drawing.

Designers disliked others altering their designs, but Christina was not irked by his action. As a matter of fact, she was fascinated by the drawing when he was done.

“I never thought that you’d be good at designing. All right. I’ll make the dress the way you want it.”

Enhanced by the tassels with crystal pendants adorning the waist, the wearer of the dress would exude an even more ethereal aura

With Linda’s well–maintained figure, a dress in this style would undoubtedly complement her beautifully.

 

Chapter 274 Living In Your Harem

“Since I’m so talented, why don’t you take me as your disciple?” Francis arched his brows before esponding with a smirk. It’ll be nice to be able to spend time with her every day.

“You’re a renowned celebrity. Why would you want to delve into the world of design? It seems like a waste of your talent” Christina nearly choked on her coffee. He makes more money standing there compared to what I nake designing a skirt.

Francis nonchalantly took a seat on the single couch. Tilting his head back, he leaned against the backrest and allowed the warm sunlight to cascade down upon him. As he sat by the window, he seemed to embody the image of a lost angel who had descended upon the human world.

It was a scene so serene that one dared not disturb its tranquility, fearing to awaken the angel while also not wanting to disrupt the beauty of the moment.

“Well, I got tired of being a celebrity, It’s not a career I enjoy anyway. I only decided to step into the limelight to spite Nathaniel,” he said honestly.

Nathaniel, determined to conceal Francis‘ identity as the illegitimate child, tried his best to keep him from the public eye, but Francis, against all odds, insisted on standing in the spotlight. He wanted the world to know his existence.

He had worked tirelessly to achieve popularity, but becoming a household name did not make him happy. Nevertheless, being in the same space as Christina brought him a sense of comfort and ease.

Christina, who was working on the details of her draft on her tablet, glanced at him. “Why would I risk putting myself in danger by taking you as my disciple? Who knows if you’ll conspire with Madison to plot against me.”

The thought of Madison caused her to put her guard up.

Though the incident that involved Holly had come to an end, the mastermind behind it remained a mystery. It’s challenging to judge the true nature of a person. Who knows what thoughts lie behind their actions?

Silence ensued after Christina finished speaking, and when she turned to look in Francis‘ direction, she noticed he seemed to have fallen asleep.

He tilted his head askew as he nodded off, the angle accentuating the curve of his neck. His Adam’s apple appeared particularly defined, emanating a strong and alluring sense of masculinity. Netizens are right. He truly deserves the title of the entertainment industry’s most enchanting beauty.

As Christina immersed herself in selecting materials and was engrossed in her work, she became oblivious to her surroundings.

It was only when noon approached that she realized Francis was still there. He remained lying on the couch, peacefully sleeping throughout the entire morning.

Clearly, the couch was not the most comfortable sleeping arrangement for someone as tall and lanky as Francis.

Christina walked over. “Francis, go home and sleep. I’ll update you once I’m done with the suit.”

The man seemed to still be in deep slumber.

Christina was at a loss for words. He’s a famous celebrity, for goodness‘ sake. Why is he sleeping in my office? This i not a hotel. He should go home and sleep!

“Francis, wake up. I’m going to leave soon.” She tried waking him up several times but to no avail. He remained unresponsive, as if his ears were plugged with cotton.

“Wake up. Francis” Finally, she had no choice but to poke his shoulder to try to wake him up. Why does his body feel hot, though?

It was only then she noticed a faint blush on Francis checks. Initially, she thought it was his makeup from filming, but now, it seemed more like a feverish flush.

Christina was at a complete loss. He should have gone to consult a doctor if he doesn’t feel well. Why did he come here?

“Get up. Francis. You’re running a fever. I’ll call you an ambulance.” Christina said.

Knowing that it was impossible for her to carry a man that was more than six feet tall, she took out her phone and was ready to make a call. Suddenly, a hand that exuded burning heat grabbed her wrist.

Had she not recognized it as Francis‘ hand, she would have thought it was a scorching stove or something. Francis‘ heart was spinning. “You shouldn’t call if you don’t want to cause a commotion. Or have you figured out how to explain to Nathaniel why I ended up in your studio?”

Christina’s fingers froze for a moment. Did he just threaten me?

She was not afraid of explaining to Nathaniel, but she was worried that Francis fans might appear around her office every day if they found out about this. That would disrupt her work.

After hesitating for a moment, she dismissed the idea of calling an ambulance.

“There’s a lounge in my office. You go over there and take a rest. I’ll buy you some medicine.” Christina dragged Francis off the couch.

One would experience weakness and fatigue whenever one was ill. Thus, Christina had to gather all her strength to move Francis from the couch to the bed in the lounge.

The bed was only five feet long. With the tall Francis lying on it, the entire space appeared cramped.

After covering him with her tiny pink blanket, Christina went out to get some medicine for him.

The medicine she purchased had a potent effect. Francis would recover more quicklgafter taking it, but it would make him feel extremely tired.

As Christina was on her way back after buying the medicine, she received a call from an unknown caller. “Hi, is this Ms. Steele? I’m Mr. Fernando’s assistant. Is Mr. Fernando with you?” The man sounded nervous. It was not difficult to understand why he was panicking. After all, Francis, a renowned celebrity, had missing.

Knowing Francis well enough, the assistant was aware that the only person he cared about was Christina. Francis had even attended the fashion show previously despite being injured. The assistant could never forget that harrowing incident that left a lasting impression on him.

“Yes. He has a fever. Can you come over and get him as soon as possible?” Christina looked at the medicine in her hand and sighed helplessly.

The assistant paused for a moment before responding. “I can’t leave right now. Since Mr. Fernando doesn’t have anything on his schedule today, can I leave him in your care? Oh, by the way, his wound hasn’t healed completely yet because he has been involved in a few action scenes recently. Please take good care of him. I’ll come to pick him up later.”

He then ended the call right away, as if he was afraid Christina might cling to him for assistance.

Christina let out a sigh. When Fraincis got injured last time, she did not pay much attention to him because she was busy with the competition.

It was time for her to bear the consequences of her actions.

Carrying a tray with warm water and medicine, Christina stepped into the lounge. The confined space was infused with the delicate aroma of sandalwood coming from Francis himself.

He appeared visibly unwell and was sound asleep. His delicate jawline added a touch of elegance to his aura

“Francis, take your medicine first. Christina handed him the medicine and a glass of water.

Francis gradually opened his eyes in a daze. Upon spotting the genuine concern in the woman’s eyes, he sneered. “I feel like I’m living in your harem.”

“I don’t have the wealth to keep an A–list celebrity like you in my harem. Take your medicine and leave once you feel better. Christina huffed.

Francis flashed a faint smile, his pale complexion exuding a fragile yet enchanting allure. It was an irresistible sight that could captivate anyone.

He reached out and grabbed Christina by the wrist, guiding the medicine from her hand into his mouth. While he was at it, he even intentionally brushed his lips against her skin, planting a kiss.

“What are you doing…” Christina blushed right away. Why does he still have the energy to tease me when he’s ill?

Startled, she quickly withdrew her hand, but she could still feel the lingering warmth left by the man’s touch.

After taking the medicine and drinking some water, Francis said, “Thank you for the medicine. You still care about me, don’t you?”

Chapter 275 Thanks For Your Concern

Christina took two steps backward and responded matter–of–factly, “What nonsense are you talking about? As your sister–in–law, it’s only right for me to look after you. After all, we’re family. We should stick together and look out for each other.”

Yes, that’s right.

It wasn’t as though she harbored any pity or affection for him.

Francis gazed at her delicate face, a dull look swirling in his eyes. “Thank you for your concern, my dear sister–in–law. I’m rather cold now. Maybe you could warm me up a little with a hug and make me feel more at home?”

At that instant, it was as if a bomb had gone off in her mind, slowing her thinking down

That sounds… wrong.

Troubled by the man’s suggestive words, she felt an impending headache. “You’re cold, huh? I’ll turn on the heating for you. The room will feel as warm as a sauna in no time.”

After turning on the room’s heating, Christina made a hasty retreat

Stepping out of the lounge, she was greeted by a gentle breeze. It was only then that she realized her checks were flushed red.

Francis was indeed a born charmer, and it took her some serious willpower to resist his tantalizing allure.

Back in the lounge, Francis watched as the door closed behind her. He picked up the small, pink, cartoon- patterned blanket that lay on him and pulled it up to his nose. Lying down with the blanket covering half of his face, he felt as if he was cuddling Christina in bed.

A while after taking the medicine, he drowsily fell asleep.

As the brightness outside the window gradually gave way to dusk. Francis woke up to find the room’s heating turned off and the sweat on his forehead wiped away.

The blanket that had been covering his face was now placed on his stomach, probably a precautionary move by Christina to prevent him from suffocating.

Lying in the lounge, surrounded by Christina’s scent, Francis felt strangely content.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Upon seeing him awake, Christina, who was holding a bowl of pasta, was taken aback. “You must be famished. Eat up,” she said.

“You made this?” Francis was stumped. His voice came out hoarse, and it took him a while to realize it was his own voice.

He was probably dehydrated from sweating, and his throat felt extremely dry.

Christina placed the pasta on the bedside table. “Your voice is all raspy. You should hurry up and eat some food.”

The pasta was covered with cut–up strips of carrots arranged into the words “Happy Birthday” with a side

of lettuce. The hearty dish seemed to have been prepared with great care.

Francis gazed at the pasta, an enigmatic glint flickering across his eyes.

Worried that Francis might misunderstand his intention, Christina hurriedly explained. “Your assistant called me earlier to tell me it’s your birthday. Why didn’t you go back to spend your birthday with Ms. Macall

She had only just found out it was his birthday, and she whipped up the pasta in the pantry in haste. As such, it looked quite plain.

“She doesn’t remember my birthday, and besides, I don’t enjoy celebrating it,” Francis replied with a faint smile that masked his emotions.

Christina nodded absentmindedly, feeling a little foolish for having made an effort.

But who wouldn’t enjoy celebrating their birthday? It’s an important day that honors one’s birth in this world. Francis held up the bowl and picked up the carrot strips that formed the words “Happy Birthday” with a fork. “Your craftsmanship leaves much to be desired. How unsightly,” he mocked.

“Don’t eat it then!” Christina huffed. He’s so ungrateful! I feel so silly for even trying!

She pivoted on her heels and stalked toward the door, saying, “Get lost once you’re feeling better. This isn’t a shelter.”

Her words echoed in the room after she left and shut the door behind her.

Francis pulled out his phone and took a picture of the pasta before giving it a taste.

It had been a while since anyone had celebrated his birthday.

He was harked back to his tenth birthday when his mother and father threw a celebration for him. Julia. barged into their place with her entourage that fateful day. Chaos erupted as a fierce argument broke

out, and he was knocked down. His beautiful cake also toppled over and fell on the floor.

The scene of his chaotic birthday party, the day he was denounced as an illegitimate child, was forever etched in his memory.

Since then, he had avoided celebrating his birthday, and over time, everyone else had come to ignore the day as well.

A strange sensation prickled at his cheeks, and as he reached up to brush it away, he gralized he had shed tears.

A single glistening droplet fell onto his lips, mixing with the sauce of the pasta, filling his empty heart with a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Meanwhile, Christina was back in the tailor room, engrossed in her work. Once she finished the task at hand, she would be able to devote some time to managing her studio.

Her marketing was still lacking, soshe needed to devise a better strategy.

When it was almost ten o’clock, she wondered if Francis fever had subsided.

Rayne always left work on time, and as Christina was tidying her desk, the tightly shut door creaked open.

Thinking it was Francis since there was no one else left in the studio, she didn’t even look up as she asked in an impassive tone, “Is your fever gone?”

A tall figure cast a shadow over her as steady footsteps approached.

“Who’s having a fever?” A cold, emotionless voice rang out.

That voice… It’s Nathaniel.

Christina lifted her head, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes. She had assumed it was Francis.

How am I to explain that I’ve been sheltering a sick Francis in the lounge? As if that isn’t bad enough, he’s even lying on my pillow, covering himself with my blanket…

She couldn’t help but wonder if Nathaniel would beat up Francis, who had just recovered, if he found out about it

Christina cleared her throat. “Oh, it’s my assistant, Rayne. She has a fever, so I sent her home early. I thought she was still here…

It amazed her how quickly and naturally the lies escaped from her lips. Since when am I so good at lying?

Nathaniel simply grunted in acknowledgment. “If she’s sick, she shouldn’t come to work.”

*I’ll check in on her tomorrow. You could have called before coming to pick me up,” Christina said, her eyes darting nervously toward the lounge.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She silently prayed that Francis would stay in the lounge.

Otherwise, she would be done for.

If Nathaniel were to discover she was hiding Francis in the lounge, a simple, kind gesture would escalate into a complicated situation. It would be difficult for her to explain herself.

With that thought in mind, she could feel her palms sweating within a minute.

Nathaniel picked up her bag. “I thought I’d swing by to pick you up after work. Let’s head back.”

Christina nodded, trailing behind him toward the door. As they walked, Nathaniel held her hand and frowned. “Why are you so sweaty?‘

“It’s quite warm inside because I turned the heating on,” Christina murmured absentmindedly.

In that short span of a few minutes, she felt she had lied more times than she ever had in her entire life. with each lie sliding off her tongue more easily than the last.

Thankfully, Nathaniel didn’t dwell on that matter. Once the door was closed behind them, they headed for the elevator.

The studio fell silent once again, and after a moment, Francis emerged from the lounge.

Once again, he felt like an abandoned child, a superfluous existence.

In the Hadley family, he was singled out. He was akin to a lone figure adrift in the expansive universe with no place to truly call home.

However, that bowl of pasta just now seemed to have given him a new direction

Taking a glance around the empty studio, Francis eyes landed on the tailor room. He ventured inside. retrieving a tiny surveillance camera. Carefully, he affixed it to a miniature tower ornament.

 

Chapter 276 A Visit From Frank

Needless to say, the camera was aimed straight at Christina’s desk.

With that. Francis called his assistant to pull up the car downstairs.

To his surprise, he had only just hung up the phone when he heard footsteps outside the office, followed by the door opening.

As it turned out, Rayne had received Christina’s call to sign for a fabric delivery back at the office and to put them away neatly.

After waiting around for a while, however, there was still no sign of the delivery man, and all she saw was Francis stepping out of the tailor room.

“Hey, Francis! Why are you still here?” Rayne exclaimed. I thought he had left early since I hadn’t seen him the entire day, but who knew I’d bump into him this late at night? To top it all off, he’s so dreamily handsome! Oh, dear…. I’d probably be too excited to sleep tonight!

Thanks for returning to open the door for me. I’ll be making a move first. Francis replied lazily before putting on his coat and striding out of the office.

Meanwhile, Christina gave Rayne a check–in call once she was back at Scenic Garden Manor.

Upon learning that Francis had left the studio, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That night, the light of the stars illuminated the velvet black sky.

By the time Nathaniel stepped into the bedroom, Christina was already asleep in bed, all freshly showered. and dressed in cartoon–printed pajamas.

Like a kitten exhausted from playing too much, she lay sprawled across the bed, looking so rosy– cheeked and tender that the man wanted to nibble on her.

As Nathaniel undid his tie and swallowed the lump in his throat, he bent down and gently scooped the sleeping lady into his arms.

She instantly melted into his embrace, and Nathaniel couldn’t help but marvel at how soft and delicate she

Just then, Christina opened her eyes lazily, only to wrap her arms around the man’s neck and kiss him on the chin.

Gazing at the woman’s alluring countenance, Nathaniel chuckled. “Liar. You weren’t asleep yet, huh?”

“How else would I get you to carry me?” Christina replied as she playfully fluttered her eyelashes.

In actuality, she had fallen asleep earlier but was woken up when she heard the footsteps at the door.

Nathaniel’s smile grew wider by the second. Well, well, well. When did this innocent bunny of mine become such sly little for?

The next second, he gently flicked her nose and kissed her forehead.

Before long, the moonlight shone through the windows, casting shadows over the couple lying intertwined on the carpet.

Christina completed Linda’s dress in less than a week, and the final touch was to embroider the floral patterns onto it.

Thankfully, she was very patient with hand embroidery, so it was a task she did with confidence and ease.

Sometime later, a few delivery men dropped off several large flower bouquets, each with a congratulatory message on the grand opening.

Thinking that the flowers were from Christina’s friends, Rayne promptly placed them near the entrance.

As soon as the delivery men left, a portly figure strode into the office.

“Hello, sir!” Rayne greeted politely. “Are you here to order custom–made clothes?”

“That’s right. Get your designer here.”

Not wanting to risk offending a man who seemed like a big shot, Rayne quickly called for Christina.

Needless to say, the latter was surprised. After all, it hadn’t been long since the studio opened, so only a handful of people knew about it.

Christina walked out into the lobby and instantly met the man’s gaze.

“Mr. Emerson?”

Huh? What’s he doing here? How did he find out about my studio?

Frank’s eyes went wide like saucers the second he saw the young, attractive woman. “I heard you have excellent craftsmanship, Christina. I’d like you to make a few suits for me,” he said as he looked her up and. down, admiring her slender figure.

He had such a lecherous gaze that even Rayne knew something was amiss.

Oh gosh. This man is up to no good!

Christina, on the other hand, forced a smile. She couldn’t bring herself to reject Frank directly, but at the same time, she knew better than to get involved with a man who had ulterior motives.

“Sorry. I’ve taken on a few large custom orders recently, so it might be a while till I can start on yours. Why don’t you look for another designer, Mr. Emerson? I can recommend you some good ones.”

A look of displeasure immediately washed over Frank’s face.

He had taken the initiative to support Christina’s business, yet she had the gall to turn him down.

“That’s okay. There’s no hurry,” he replied with a dry chuckle. “I can wait,”

With that, Christina had no choice but to relent since she couldn’t find another better reason to turn him down.

“All right. Let me take your measurements first, then. Please follow me to the tailor room.”

Satisfied, Frank got up from his seat and strutted into the room.

Rayne, however, was much too worried to leave Christina alone and quickly followed behind.

Unsurprisingly, her presence didn’t sit well with Frank. “Do you guys have coffee here?” he said while clearing his throat. “Can I get a cup?”

“Yes. I’ll get you one,” Rayne replied as she exchanged glances with Christina and left reluctantly.

Hmph. Based on my experience, Mr. Emerson must be pulling rank to get his dirty pates on Christina. Argh! It doesn’t help that she looks so delicate and helpless. What if he succeeds? Oh, gosh. I’m so worried..

Now that only Frank and Christina were left in the tailor room, the man broke into a leering smile and straightened himself, lifting his arms for Christina to take his measurements. “Sorry to trouble you”

“Not at all.” Christina muttered, her gaze darkening ever so slightly.

Determined to avoid as much direct contact with the man as possible, she had opted for a tailoring ruler instead of her usual soft tape measure.

The nearer Christina got to Frank, the more the latter could smell the light floral fragrance wafting through the air. It was, without a doubt, a most titillating moment for him.

D*mn… She has such a pretty little face and flawless skin. How can anyone not take a liking to her?

“Christina, do you have a boyfriend?” Frank asked curiously.

Oh, I’m sure she does. Why else would she reject my invitation to the shoot? Besides, an attractive woman like her must have many suitors.

“No,” Christina replied with a muffled snort. Ha! Is he about to reveal his true colors?

Upon hearing that, Frank became even more excited and tried to grab the woman’s hand. Unfortunately, he had barely touched her skin when he felt a needle pierce his fingertip.

“Ow, that hurts!”

Frank hastily withdrew his hand, only to realize his finger was bleeding.

Christina, however, feigned ignorance and gasped. “Are you okay, Mr. Emerson? I must’ve accidentally pricked you with my needle.”

A frown instantly creased Frank’s brow. My, my. This girl has kept her guard up pretty well, huh?

Seemingly having lost his patience, he waved his hand in frustration.

He was used to women throwing themselves at him, and it was rare that he’d take the initiative to pursue one.

To make matters worse, Christina had rejected him countless times, so how could he not be annoyed?

The next second, Frank took a bank card from his pocket and slammed it on the table. There’s three million in this card.”

Christina merely frowned and said nothing.

“I’ve already discussed it with Zele,” Frank added. “If you become my woman, not only will this card be yours, but you’ll also be featured on the magazine cover for the next three issues. Not even Margaret has these perks.”

 

Chapter 277 Responding In Kind

Christina’s eyes turned bloodshot.

He’s already discussed it with Zele? What does he think I am? It’s disgusting that he even put a price on me!

A frosty expression descended upon Christina’s face. “Mr. Emerson, I think you must have the wrong I don’t belong to Zele. Whatever you agreed with her has nothing to do with me, so please leave.”

Frank was exasperated by her response. “Oh, just drop the act. This is a really good price. So what if you won first place? Without anyone to support you or give you an opportunity, there’s no way you can succeed outside this studio.”

Even if she’s my type, it doesn’t mean that she can play hard to get!

Initially, Christina had wanted to ask him to leave politely. Little did she expect him to cross the line.

Thinking that she probably didn’t make herself clear enough, Christina picked up the bank card on the table with a piercing glint in her eyes. Thereafter, she snapped it in two right in front of Frank. “Get out!TM

It was evident from her grim tone that there was no room for discussion.

If only she had a broom in her hands, she would definitely chase Frank out with it.

“D“mn you, b*tch!” Frank glowered in response.

This was the first time in his life he was humiliated by a young woman.

With an insidious look in his eyes, he lunged at Christina. “Fine, I’ll pay more for you since that’s what you really want. Now, play along with me!”

“Play along my a“s!”

A fearsome glare flashed across Christina’s eyes as she stabbed Frank’s hand with the needle in her hand.

The latter squealed like a pig “My hand… Argh!”

Before he could recover his senses, Christina grabbed all the needles on the table and stuck them all into his body. “You b*stard! How dare you take advantage of me! Now, die!”

By the time Rayne ran back from the pantry upon hearing the commotion, she was greeted by the sight of Frank’s clumsy body collapsing onto the ground. He was grimacing in pain with his face all swollen.

“Boss, what happened?”

With both hands resting on her hips, Christina explained in disgust, “He was trying to take advantage of me, so I responded in kind.”

As Frank stumbled back up to his feet, he yelled in a trembling voice, “How dare you hurt me? I’m going to call the police!”

When Rayne realized that it was Christina who assaulted Frank, she knew that getting the police involved. would spell trouble.

“You were the one who harbored ill intentions toward my boss first. The police might not take your side even if you go to them. You’d better leave!” Rayne said without much confidence, for they didn’t have evidence that Frank was the one who started it.

“Leave? No way!”

With blood all over his face, Frank made a call at once.

In contrast to Rayne’s panicking expression, Christina was a sea of calm.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel was going through his documents inside his office, while Madison was making a progress report

While doing so, she maintained eye contact, as her heart would flutter every time she spoke to him in close proximity

All of a sudden, Sebastian entered the room and interrupted them. He walked up to Nathaniel’s side and whispered, “Mr. Hadley, the police called, saying that Mrs. Hadley assaulted someone-

Before he could finish, Nathaniel cut him off. “Get the car ready.

Sebastian was startled momentarily but regained his senses at once. “Right away.”

Subsequently, Madison felt as if she was invisible as she watched both men leave one after another.

The only person who could elicit such an anxious reaction from Nathaniel was none other than Christina.

After taking a deep breath, she hurried after them. “Mr. Hadley, what happened? I’ll go with both of you.”

At the police station. Frank pointed at the slender figure by his side and ranted incessantly, “Officer, this crazy woman stabbed me with more than ten needles. You must lock her up!”

Frank was someone who would destroy anything he desired but couldn’t get his hands on.

Unable to tolerate listening to his load of crap any further, Rayne sprang to her feet and retorted with her arms on her hips. “How shameless can you be? Just look at how gentle my boss is. Isn’t it obvious you’re the one who’s trying to take advantage of her?”

“Nonsense! I’m a decent man! I won’t do such a thing!”

With fire raging in his eyes, Frank glared at Christina and felt the urge to crush her in his hand. “This woman knows that I’m the boss of the three largest fashion magazines and wants to use me to elevate her position. When I refused, she attacked me with her needles!”

Hearing his nonsense, Christina arched her brow and smirked disdainfully

With such superb acting skills, it’s such a shame that he isn’t an actor. And now, he dares to make a false accusation against me? Sheesh, what a thick–skinned jerk!

Equally outraged, Rayne swung her bag at Frank, striking him on the head. “Stop twisting the facts, you liar!”

With the situation getting out of control, the officer barked at them to settle down.

By then, Rayne was already overwhelmed by anxiety. “What are we going to do? What if Mr. Emerson ends up maligning us instead?”

Seated on the wooden bench, Christina was focused on sketching her design on her tablet. “Calm down

and have a seat. He will withdraw the police report in a short while.”

Christina behaved as if the matter had nothing to do with her at all and that Rayne was just making a mountain out of a molchill.

In the midst of having his statement taken, Frank received a phone call that triggered a drastic change in 1 his expression.

The call subsequently ended in less than a minute.

Just a moment ago, he was eagerly describing how Christina was trying to seduce him. Now, the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

When the officer taking his statement looked up and noticed the pale look on Frank’s face, he even thought the latter had seen a ghost.

“Why are you stopping?”

Cold sweat had broken out across Frank’s forehead. The call he received was from his assistant, informing him that someone had threatened to send evidence of his company’s tax evasion to the police if he were to continue spewing lies. All the factories under his name would consequently be shut down.

On top of that, the CEO of Hadley Corporation had even expressed interest in taking over his company. That was obviously a threat.

Since when did I offend Hadley Corporation? Why are they warning me not to speak indiscriminately?

Frank’s gaze subsequently fell upon Christina’s slender figure. Ever since they entered the room, she seemed completely unfazed and merely focused on working on her tablet.

Is it because she is under the protection of someone powerful? This doesn’t make sense. Rumor has it that Mr. Hadley stays away from women. I’ve also never seen any woman by his side before.

Faced with the uncertain situation, Frank didn’t dare put all his assets at risk for such a trivial matter.

After a brief hesitation, he asked meekly, “Officer, can I withdraw my report? What I told you just now isn’t True. Is that all right?”

No sooner had he spoken than the officer slammed his pen on the table. “What’s the meaning of this? What sort of place do you think the police station is? Do you think you can just walk in here and file a Ectitious report? Let me warn you, doing so is a crime in itself!”

 

Chapter 278 Can You Not Punish Me

With his face reddened in embarrassment, Frank didn’t even know how to explain himself.

He dared not utter a single word after stuttering for a long while.

Thereafter, a flurry of heavy footsteps could be heard entering the room. Following that, a man stepped into the room with an entourage of professional bodyguards behind him.

As Nathaniel’s towering figure cast a long shadow in the room, his frosty expression and clenched jaw exuded an air of hostility.

His imposing presence immediately filled the room with an icy tension.

“Mr. Hadley, I’ll discuss the paperwork needed with the police,” the lawyer informed Nathaniel before heading off.

After that, Nathaniel shifted his deep–set eyes toward Christina as he walked over to her.

“Are you hurt?”

Christina looked up and blinked innocently. “I’m not, but-

That’s all that matters.” Nathaniel couldn’t care less about those who had nothing to do with him.

Paying no heed to everyone else in the room, he wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace protectively.

Christina couldn’t help but blush upon noticing the look of surprise on everyone else’s faces. “Nathaniel, we’re not alone.”

We’d better keep a low profile with so many people watching.

She tried pushing Nathaniel away, but her efforts were futile due to the huge gap in their strength. There was no way she could move him unless Nathaniel willingly let her go.

Meanwhile, Rayne was stunned by what she saw, her mind overwhelmed by the sudden revelation.

Why is Mr. Hadley here? I didn’t see Christina make any calls just now. On top of that, the atmosphere within the room changed the moment he entered.

It instantly dawned upon her why Christina was so calm–she had the backing of a powerful protector. Meanwhile, at the sight of the pair hugging each other, Frank understood why Nathaniel had threatened him despite the lack of bad blood between them.

It turns out that Christina is his woman! No wonder that young lady’s so arrogant!

Despite the boiling rage within him, Frank didn’t have the guts to show it. All he could do was seethe as he asked, “Christina, didn’t you say that you didn’t have a boyfriend? Why did you lie to me?”

Poking her head out of Nathaniel’s embrace, Christina fumed, “It’s true that I don’t have a boyfriend. This is my husband!”

What? Husband?

Frank suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning as his eyelids twitched. Recalling how he had framed Christina earlier, he realized that he had signed his own death warrant.

If only he had known that Nathaniel was Christina’s husband, he wouldn’t have had the courage to make a move on her.

Unfortunately, it was now too late for regrets. If Nathaniel was to hold him responsible, he didn’t dare imagine the consequences that would follow.

Even his entire wealth wouldn’t be enough to compensate for his mistake.

With tears welling up in his eyes, Frank grabbed the police officer’s hand. “Officer, can I report? Please let me do it. I beg of you!”

The officer shot him a look of displeasure. “What do you think this place is? Does it look like somewhere you can mess around? If you want to withdraw your report, the opposing party might hold responsible for making baseless accusations!”

From the beginning, the officer was skeptical about Frank’s story that Christina had tried to seduce him for the sake of fame and fortune.

After all, she looked like a kind and decent lady who would never do something so immoral.

If it weren’t for the wounds on Frank’s face, there was no way anyone would believe that he was the victim.

“Once I withdraw my report, she won’t pursue the matter. Wouldn’t it all work out, officer?” Frank pleaded piteously like a criminal begging for forgiveness.

At that moment, Nathaniel’s lawyer entered the room with a grim look on his face and a bunch of documents in his hand. “Mr. Emerson, Mr. Hadley wants to know if you’re going to continue filing the police report. He’s prepared to fight it to the end.”

In contrast to his aggressive behavior earlier, Frank flashed a sycophantic smile. “I’m withdrawing the report. This is nothing but a misunderstanding. I’m the one who has made a mistake”

“If you’re not going to file the report, please sign this document. The lawyer placed a settlement agreement in front of Frank.

“I will. I’ll sign it right now.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Frank picked up a pen and put his signature down.

After handing the document over, he whispered into the lawyer’s ear. “Please tell Mr. Hadley that this is nothing but a misunderstanding. I’ll never show my face in front of Christina ever agin

The lawyer took the settlement agreement away with a solemn expression. “I’m sorry, but you had better speak to Mr. Hadley directly with regard to such personal matters.”

With that, he walked out of the room.

After taking Frank’s statement for over an hour, the officer wasn’t going to let the matter slide just because the former withdrew his report.

“Even if the opposing party doesn’t pursue the matter, you’ll be detained for five days and fined five hundred for filing a false report. Your sentence starts this very moment!”

On the brink of tears, Frank almost collapsed to his knees. “I’m sorry. Can you spare me from any punishment?”

“Do you think the police station is a place where you can do whatever you want? Take him away!” Regardless of Frank’s pleas, the officer dragged him out without fear or favor.

Satisfied with the outcome, Christina even praised the officer for doing a good job upholding justice. Upon leaving the police station, Christina got Sebastian to send Rayne home.

As a result, Madison, Christina, and Nathaniel shared the same car on the way home.

Madison turned around from the front passenger seat. “I’m glad that you’re unharmed, Mrs. Hadley, Fortunately, there weren’t any reporters around. Otherwise, Hadley Corporation’s reputation would be ruined if word of this got out.”

Despite the concerned expression on her face, she was insinuating that Christina almost created problems. for the company

The latter obviously knew of the consequences, but there was no way she would allow herself to be taken advantage of

Turning around, Christina leaned against Nathaniel. “I was just defending myself when Mr. Emerson made advances on me. Even if news of the incident spread, I’m definitely not in the wrong, isn’t that right, Nathaniel?”

After humming in agreement, Nathaniel shot Madison a reprimanding look.

Naturally, Madison didn’t dare comment any further, for she was well aware of how Nathaniel hated hearing anyone speak ill of Christina.

Thus, she changed the topic “Mr. Hadley, I have yet to complete my report on the contract just now. Do you want to continue, or shall I meet you in your office tomorrow morning?”

Before their arrival, they were discussing details of an important project where negotiations with their partner were to be held the next afternoon.

That was why they had to be prepared beforehand.

After glancing at his watch, Nathaniel flatly replied, “We’ll talk at Scenic Garden Manor.”

“All right.”

Upon returning to Scenic Garden Manor, Nathaniel and Madison entered the study.

As for Christina, the first thing she did was get a hot shower after an exhausting day.

The warm water helped her tense muscles to relax. After she emerged from the bathroom, she noticed that the study’s lights were still on.

Hence, she prepared some desserts and brought them into the room.

When she saw the two in a serious discussion. Christina placed the desserts by the side, as she didn’t want to interrupt.

Just as she was about to leave, she felt a warm palm wrap grip her wrist.

Chapter 279 Ruthless Linda

Exerting minimal force using his fingers, Nathaniel effortlessly pulled Christina into his embrace.

“It’s getting late, so you can head back now. We’ll discuss the rest tomorrow morning”

Madison felt somewhat upset as she stared at the contract that they had yet to finish discussing.

Back then, Mr. Hadley would insist on finishing his work before taking a break. Now, he’s going to leave his work aside just to be with Christina. I’ve lost count of how many exceptions he has made just for her….

As displeased as Madison was, she had no choice but to suck it up. “Understood,” she said as she retrieved the documents from the desk and left.

Christina was feeling a little sleepy at the time. Seeing as there was nobody else in the study, she muzzled against Nathaniel’s muscular chest and enjoyed the warmth that enveloped her.

“Carry me back to the room.”

Having gotten used to being spoiled, Christina would have Nathaniel carry her around at every opportunity she got.

Of course, Nathaniel didn’t mind it one bit. He gave her a light pinch on the nose and carried her back to the bedroom.

Linda’s birthday was just around the corner.

She had been calling Charlie many times, but she couldn’t seem to get through to him no matter what. It was as though he had blocked her number, and that did not sit well with her at all.

Unable to accept being dumped like that. Linda was determined to turn things around.

Christina delivered the dress she had made to the doorstep.

Thinking that Christina would be able to help with her situation, Linda instructed the housekeeper to have Christina stay for a bit.

Christina assumed Linda wanted to try on the dress, so she decided to stick around as she wasn’t in a hurry to leave.

“Here you go. Ms. Steele. Have some tea while Mdm. Macall tries out the dress.”

Christina picked up the cup of chamomile tea and sipped on it. Mm, it tastes good.

It wasn’t until she finished the tea about ten minutes later that Linda came out wearing the dress.

“You did an amazing job, Christina. It fits me perfectly, so there’s no need for alterations at all,” she said with a satisfied smile on her face.

Christina had sewn some floral patterns on the dress, which gave it an elegant and dignified air.

“I’m glad you like it. Is there anything else I can help you with? If not, I will be taking my leave now,” she replied while getting to her feet, only to feel dizzy all of a sudden. Hmm, this is weird. Am I dizzy because of low blood sugar?

Linda stepped forward and grabbed her by the hand as she asked, “It’s my birthday tomorrow. Will you please stay and celebrate it with me?”

Her voice was so gentle that it felt as though she had become a completely different person.

“I could just drop by tomorrow. I still have work to do, so I need to get going now,” Christina said and tried to brush Linda’s hand off, only to realize she couldn’t muster up much strength to even do that,

Of course, Linda didn’t care if she wanted to stay or not. She insisted on dragging the younger woman into the room. “Your work can wait. Just stay here and be my guest. I’ll be sure to take good care of you!”

As long as I can get Christina to stay here, Charlie will surely come looking for her!

It wasn’t until Christina felt her dizziness worsen that she realized something was amiss.

I was just fine earlier this morning, so it must be the tea! I can’t believe Linda would resort to spiking my drink just to keep me here!

A few of the housekeepers then dragged Christina’s limp body into the guest room.

“Let me go! What you’re doing is illegal!” Christina exclaimed while they shackled her to the bed.

At that very moment, Linda seemed like a terrifying monster that would eat her up at any moment.

Christina was usually very cautious when out and about, but she let her guard down due to her relationship with Linda. She genuinely did not expect Linda to pull such a dirty move on her.

The look in Linda’s eyes grew icy–cold as she crossed her arms and said. “Come to think of it, it was your fault that Old Mrs. Hadley kicked me out of the Hadley family. Charlie won’t even see me anymore! This is all your fault, so I am going to keep you here until you compensate me for my loss!”

The mere thought of what happened caused hatred to surge in Linda’s heart.

Linda then turned around and stormed out of the room while a cold shiver ran down Christina’s spine.

Her brain was spinning as if she was on a roller coaster.

How is Linda going to make me compensate her? She’s a lot more cunning than I expected. A woman who hogged someone else’s husband for dozens of years is definitely up to no good! Ugh, I can’t

believe I let my guard down! The only reason I would even deal with Linda is because she’s Francis‘ mother! I just hope she won’t hurt Nathaniel…

After returning to the master bedroom, Linda felt incredibly depressed when she recalled the moments she and Charlie used to have in there.

Having made up her mind, she sent him a picture of Christina lying on the bed.

He may have blocked my calls, but he can still receive text messages from me!

Sure enough, her phone rang in less than a minute.

Linda felt excited when she saw Charlie’s name on the caller ID. Ha! I knew this method would work!

“What have you done to Christina?” Charlie asked anxiously.

Linda’s lips curled into an icy–cold sneer. “Don’t worry; I won’t hurt your precious daughter–in–law! It’s my birthday tomorrow. You would always prepare a nice present for me and blow the candles out with me. Will you do that for me tomorrow as well?”

She wasn’t about to give up on Charlie. I’ve been by this man’s side for dozens of years and spent my entire youth on him! How could he abandon me just like that? I refuse to spend the rest of my life feeling lonely and depressed!

Charlie let out a sigh as he knew she was threatening him. “I told you, we’re old friends at best. I do not want to get back into a relationship with you.”

His life had improved significantly after he left Linda. At the very least, he no longer had to worry about.

I know I’ve wronged Linda, but there’s nothing else I can do!

His harsh words cut at her heart like a knife. “I don’t care! I want to see you today! You’d better not draw any unnecessary attention if you want Christina to be safe!”

Linda then hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

She was certain that Charlie would not do anything rash because he cared about Christina’s safety.

In the meantime, Charlie tried calling her back, but Linda ignored his call.

Threatening me with Christina’s life, huh? I can’t believe she’d go that far to make me get back with her! How did I not realize back then that Linda was such a ruthless woman?

He slammed his fist on the table as his forehead throbbed violently in anger.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Charlie quickly left the office without any hesitation.

The sky looked incredibly beautiful in the evening with the clouds tinged red by the evening sun.

Linda put a lot of effort into dolling herself up. Not only did she apply a blush to her cheeks, but she also put on a fitting gown that complimented her amazing figure and tied her long hair up in a neat bun. She did not look like a fifty–year–old woman at all.

In order to ensure that she did not lose to Julia, she worked really hard to maintain her appearance every. single day.

Even so, the man she loved still left her regardless.

Linda had a conflicted feeling in her heart as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. It wasn’t until the servant came in and informed her of Charlie’s arrival that she snapped out of her train of thought.

A faint smile formed on Linda’s lips as she got up and headed down the stairs.

Chapter 280 End Things Once And For All

“Where is Christina? Let her go first!” Charlie said coldly the moment the two of them met.

He was clearly angry at Linda for using such underhanded means to force him to come over.

As Linda only wanted Charlie to show up, she couldn’t care less about anything else.

She then nonchalantly walked up to him and said, “Tomorrow is my birthday, I want you to cut the cake with me when the clock strikes twelve tonight. Do that, and I will let you both go.”

Charlie got even angrier when he saw her casual demeanor. “You… There is no point in you doing this at all!”

He had only come over because of Christina, so it was pointless for Linda to threaten him like this. Doing so would only worsen their relationship with each other.

Linda felt her heart ache when she saw how determined he was.

Of course, she knew that it was pointless as well.

However, it wasn’t easy getting Charlie to come over, so there was no way she would let him leave before she got what she wanted.

Acting as though they never broke up, Linda rested her head on Charlie’s shoulder and said in a gentle voice. “I’m not asking for a lot. All I want is for you to keep me company until midnight and cut the cake with me. You can leave right after that.”

Charlie was hesitant as he didn’t want to do it, but he was worried about Christina’s safety.

“I won’t force you to stay or anything, so you don’t have to worry about that. Christina is fine too. You see this dress I’m wearing? She delivered it to me today as a birthday gift,” Linda continued softly.

She was great at acting meek and gentle, especially in front of Charlie.

“Just keep me company for the night, and I promise Christina will be safe. If you show me any sign of reluctance, then I will take it out on her. We would never have ended up like this if it weren’t for her sowing discord between us,” she added.

Charlie did not want Christina to get hurt as she had nothing to do with this at all.

He was in an awkward relationship with Linda where they were neither enemies nor a couple, so their relationship would still have ended badly regardless of whether that incident took place.

“All right; I’ll stay until twelve and leave after cutting the cake.”

Linda got happy when she saw him agree to it.

“You would always make me pasta for my birthdays. Could you do it for me this time as well?” she asked while dragging Charlie into the kitchen.

Charlie reluctantly put on an apron and started preparing the pasta. Unbeknownst to him, the housekeeper had been secretly recording their interactions from afar.

The sky was already dark by the time Christina woke up in the guest room.

Her body was still weak from the drug’s effects, so she lay on the bed for quite some time before getting up.

I can’t believe I was out for so long! Just what did Linda spike my tea with?

The first thing Christina did upon regaining consciousness was to look for her phone.

She switched on the light in the guest room, only to see that the room contained nothing but some simple furniture. Her personal belongings were nowhere to be found.

Linda had wanted to keep Christina trapped there, so it was only natural that she would do everything to prevent Christina from contacting people and getting help.

What do I do? How will I contact Nathaniel to let him know I’m here?

Upon hearing a commotion from outside the door, Christina ran up to it and tried the doorknob, but the door had been locked from the outside.

As such, all she could do was press her ear against it and listen.

In the meantime, the tension in the living room was through the roof.

Julia couldn’t get through to Charlie, and he wasn’t at the office either.

Since it was already Jate, Julia asked Charlie’s driver where he was and found out that he had come over to Linda’s house.

Back then, Julia would just ignore such things because she believed he would come back to her if they were meant to be together. This time, however, she refused to sit by and do nothing.

Linda has no right to mess up our relationship!

With that in mind, Julia decided to head over and question them in person.

On her way there, Julia recalled that it was Linda’s birthday and wondered if Charlie still had feelings for her.

If that were the case, then Julia would rather end her relationship with him once and for all.

Her anger boiled over the moment she entered the house and saw them having pasta together.

Charlie was surprised as he did not expect to see Julia there at all. He put his fork down and ran up to her as he asked, “Julia? What are you doing here?”

“How else would I know what you’re doing behind my back?” Julia retorted with tears glistening in her eyes.

I thought the time we spent together would have changed him. I thought things could finally go back to the way they were before, but it was all just a lie… This man can treat other women just as well as he treats me!

Linda was in a bad mood at the time as Charlie had been really cold toward her all night.

However, she felt all better after seeing how upset Julia was.

“You saw it yourself, Julia, Charlie still loves me, so why don’t you just divorce him and give us your blessings instead?” Linda said with a gleeful smile.

Julia’s heart felt as though it had been stabbed by a needle dozens of times.

Her eyes were filled with anger and hatred as she glared at the two of them.

Charlie felt conflicted as he didn’t know what to say to her. “That’s not true! Please don’t get the wrong idea, Julia! I have my reasons for coming over today

He only agreed to stay so Linda wouldn’t hurt Christina, and he was planning to leave with Christina after midnight.

Julia showing up out of the blue was not within his expectations at all.

Oh, no… Nothing I say will clear up this misunderstanding now!

“What reason, huh? Tell me, or we will get a divorce!” Julia shouted with a determined look in her eyes.

I’ve been fighting with Linda over this relationship for dozens of years, and what do I get in return? I’m too old to deal with such messy love triangles now

Not wanting to give Charlie a chance to explain, Linda quickly stepped forward and showed Julia a montage on her phone.

Those were pictures of the sweet moments Charlie and Linda had, including one of them making pasta together.

Each of those pictures stabbed at Julia’s heart like a knife.

It was the first time her heart had hurt this badly.

“See, Julia? Charlie looks a lot happier when he’s with me, doesn’t he?”

Noticing that the look on Julia’s face was getting gloomier by the second, Linda knew that everything she did was working as intended, and that made her feel even more pleased with herself.

“Charlie doesn’t even care about you! I mean, why else would he come to celebrate my birthday with me without telling you? He promised you that he would never see me again, and yet, he broke that promise today. He wouldn’t have done that if he really cared about you! When will you finally understand that you don’t matter to him at all?” Linda continued with a malicious look in her eyes. At that moment, she resembled a cruel witch who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.

Smack!

Julia’s palm was stinging after slapping Linda, but she was able to knock Linda downto the floor.

“H–how dare you hit me? Did you see that, Charlie? She just hit me! I bet she has mania or something! You would never be happy if you were with her!” Linda exclaimed pitifully while rubbing her swollen cheek.