"You're so useless, Dexter. You can't even help someone up properly! I still don't know what Angie saw in you. Oh right, I was the one who arranged your marriage, after all. "Without my aid, how would you have been lucky enough to marry such a beautiful and outstanding wife like Angie? You should count your blessings…" Joseph went on and on, scolding Dexter endlessly. Dexter had no choice but to listen, and it was torturous."Grandpa, don't bother with him. Let's go. I'll make you your favorite bouillabaisse and grilled fish." Angela took Joseph's arm and led him away, giving Dexter an exaggerated eyeroll over her shoulder as she went.Dexter was furious, yet he had nowhere to vent.That night, Angela retreated to her bedroom early and locked the door. With Joseph gone, she had temporarily lost her protector and couldn't afford to provoke Dexter too much."Mrs. Bamford, Mr. Bamford has gone out. You're free to come out." Donna's voice came from the other side of the door.Ange
"Hey, it's Angela! Long time no see. Come on in!" Zayn's attention shifted immediately from the streamer to Angela as soon as he saw her.The others watched intently, sensing the drama. Compared to some random streamer, Angela was far more interesting.After all, among the socialites and heiresses in Eldmere, she was the only one who had managed to marry Dexter. It was still an incredible feat, even though her marriage was far from a fairytale."No, thank you," Angela replied with a polite smile. "I'm here to take Dexter home. He said he was drunk." Her demeanor was graceful, and her tone was gentle. She had an air of elegance about her. Dressed simply and untouched by heavy makeup, she radiated a calm beauty that made her stand out among the other women present in their flashy outfits.Zayn glanced at Dexter, feeling perplexed. He looked perfectly sober. There wasn't any sign of drunkenness at all."Since you're here, come in and have something to eat before you leave, Ms. Grah
The pain was so intense that Dexter felt his soul leave his body. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he lay curled up in bed, letting out low groans of agony.Angela was stunned. She hadn't kicked him that hard. It had just been a light… nudge."Angela… Graham!" His voice was terrifyingly cold, like he was ready to kill. "Get… Get a doctor… here. Now!" A doctor? He couldn't have suffered irreparable damage, could he?Angela panicked and went to call the doctor as she was told.The doctor spent some time asking where the injury was.Dexter roared, "It's my groin!" Angela stayed by the door, peeking in. Only half of her head was visible.She overheard the doctor explain that Dexter had almost suffered permanent damage. He should stay in bed and avoid moving for the next few days. The more the doctor spoke, the darker Dexter's expression grew."Get in here, Angela!" Dexter commanded coldly, his expression brooding.Angela cleared her throat and stepped inside cautiously.
Back then, Miles had gone to great lengths to have Lionel acknowledged by the Bamfords."I understand," Dexter replied indifferently.Fiona was used to his attitude by now. "Come with me," she said, pointing at Angela. Then, she left without looking back.They walked into the study one after another.Fiona got straight to the point. "Angela, I've heard that you've changed a lot these past few days. I'm warning you—don't go causing unnecessary trouble. Stay here and fulfill your duties as Mrs. Bamford." In the past, Angela wouldn't have dared to say anything in response. But now, she refused to endure such commands and suffer in silence.Angela countered, "What exactly are the duties of Mrs. Bamford? Do those include serving drinks, doing laundry, and cooking? Or is it to be humiliated by my husband's secretary or to be a birthing machine?" She looked at Fiona with a faint smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. On top of that, she even stared back at Fiona unflinchingly.Fi
Her assistant recounted everything that had happened recently at Bamford Estate, including Erica's repeated provocations, Angela's angry retaliation, and even her leaving the house. After Fiona got into the back seat of her car, she opened her laptop to start a video conference with the company's shareholders and took a moment to say, "Tell Erica to tone it down. If she keeps overstepping her boundaries, she can leave." After Fiona left, the atmosphere at Bamford Estate became even more gloomy.It was at this time that Erica arrived."What on earth happened? How did Mr. Bamford get injured?" she demanded angrily.Angela shrugged and said, "Go see for yourself, but I doubt Dexter will let you look at his injury." After shooting a fierce glare at Angela, Erica turned and hurried inside. The moment she entered, Dexter immediately chased her out with an immensely displeased expression."Angela, get in here!" Dexter called out frigidly.As she walked in, she brushed past Erica, w
In a daze, Angela heard the familiar yet distant voice of Marie. She jolted slightly. In the hazy light of her dream, she saw Marie looking at her quietly with a gentle and loving gaze.Angela was stunned. Her voice trembled as she murmured, "Mom, is that you? I've missed you so much!"Tears filled Marie's eyes. "My child, you've suffered so much." Angela lowered her head, and her tears began streaming down like a broken dam. She hadn't cried like this in a dream for a long time.Her tears soaked the pillow, dampening her dreams.The faint sound of her soft sobs stirred Dexter from his sleep in annoyance. He thought irritably, "Why is she making noise in the middle of the night now?"He threw off the covers, ready to scold her, but stopped short when he realized that she was crying. Angela was curled up on the floor. She looked so small. At that moment, she looked like a child who hadn't yet grown up.However, her tears were real.An odd feeling of frustration surged in Dext
Angela happened to see the latest comment posted and was initially stunned. Then, she couldn't help but chuckle softly. That commenter had summarized her situation quite accurately. Wasn't she just a nanny at this point? In fact, she was a super nanny who was stuck looking after the troublesome Dexter."Wow, she laughed! There's no way she's a nanny. She sounds so young!""Look at her hands. They're elegant like a pianist's! I bet she's an heiress of the Bamford family.""No way. Why would a rich heiress make money via livestreaming?" Comments flooded in rapidly, but Angela ignored them and kept her focus on the drawing. Her movements were quick and efficient as always.Meanwhile, Dexter had just wrapped up a lengthy conference call and noticed the cold food put on one side of his table. A displeased scowl appeared on his face. "Angela!" he called out.No one responded.One of the maids, who was standing nervously at the doorway, spoke up. "Mrs. Bamford isn't here." "Wher
Angela gritted her teeth and stepped aside.Dexter propped himself using the bed. He stood up slowly and walked over to the wooden cabinet. Then, he opened it and pulled out her livestream setup and phone.Angela's expression turned icy. "Dexter, don't you dare go so far as to take away my livelihood!""Take away your livelihood? Ha! Is that something that should even come out of your mouth?" he snarled as though he wanted to tear her apart. "You're Mrs. Bamford! Yet, you go online to make money by exposing yourself! Don't you feel ashamed? I, for one, am utterly mortified!" "What's there to be embarrassed about? I didn't even show my face! I'm making money with my own two hands. It's not like I stole or obtained it illegally. Why can't I make money this way?" Angela retorted frigidly, her rebellious side kicking in."Does the Bamford family not provide for you well enough? Do you really need to stoop to something as cheap as flaunting yourself online?" Dexter threw her equipme
Angela's voice was calm, but her words carried such weight that they stunned everyone present.The onlookers around them immediately began whispering and exchanging astonished glances.Could someone actually be standing up for them and fighting for their benefits? Could this person possibly be an angel?"You're talking nonsense. There's no such thing as compensation or overtime pay. I think you're just trying to stir up trouble." Nora shot Angela a cold glare. "Don't get too full of yourself. Don't think this is your territory."Bill quietly observed the exchange between the two women, not intervening. He looked troubled, as if he were deep in thought."Ah." Angela seemed to laugh in frustration. She looked at Nora with disbelief. "I didn't expect someone as lowly as you, a mere department head, to have taken over the duties of the HR and finance departments as well. Ms. Rutherford, you really are something.""Angela, stop slandering me," Nora snapped, her anger evident in her
Angela read attentively, and before she knew it, the morning had passed by in a flash.Her presence hadn't caused any ripples in the design department. Clearly, no one was paying her much attention.Angela didn't mind at all. On the third morning, she began packing up as soon as she arrived at the company, looking ready to resign.Some people whispered behind her back, and others rushed to inform Nora, but none of it slowed her down as she packed.When Nora emerged and saw her eager-to-leave demeanor, she felt a certain satisfaction."Hm, what's going on here? You've only been here for two days and already can't stand it? I thought Ms. Graham was supposed to be capable and impressive. "How come you couldn't even last two quiet days?" Nora's voice wasn't loud but clear enough for everyone nearby to hear.Angela didn't even spare her a glance, calmly replying, "Your company lacks sincerity. If that's the case, there's no point in continuing this collaboration."As she spoke, she
Moreover, Angela was the granddaughter of the one person Bill despised the most!"Angela, what do you think?" Bill asked with a forced smile, turning his gaze toward Angela.She was sipping from a bowl of mushroom soup, and she gave a faint smile at his question. "Dad, you can make your own decisions. Why ask me?"She gave him no regard at all.Bill's heart skipped a beat.This woman must have something else in mind."However, I'm doing quite well now. Mr. Snowden values me highly, and I'd like to continue working with him."While Bill pondered whether he should reject the collaboration, Angela spoke up with a smile, "Besides, I'm already married. My husband's family has plenty for me to take care of, so I'm not thinking of anything else."What's that supposed to mean?Bill was stirred."In the future, I'll be watching closely to see which of you two siblings is truly more capable. In our company, we've always prioritized skill," he said, laughing heartily.Angela smiled as
"He'll definitely come to show how much he values this cooperation," Angela said, touching up her lipstick before stepping out of the car.They arrived at 6:50 pm, just ten minutes before the scheduled time, but the private room was already full, with 11 people seated. Bill was among them, and he'd even brought Zack—clearly showing how much he cared about this cooperation."Angie, you're finally here! We've been waiting for a while. What would you like to eat?" Zack greeted her as soon as he saw her."Zack, quickly show them to their seats," Bill spoke up.Angela greeted the people from Graham Group and then noticed Nora sitting among them. Her lips twitched slightly. Did Bill still not realize what kind of person his newly hired head of the design department was?"Ms. Graham, long time no see. I heard you were kidnapped by some criminals overseas. How are you? I hope you weren't hurt?" Nora stood up with a smile that was anything but warm.Her words were veiled in concern,
Nora was caught off guard. She collapsed to the floor, her head slamming into the ground, and blood began oozing out.Zion was beyond furious. He was enraged not only at her betrayal but also at himself for failing to see her true nature sooner.Angela had told him to bring Nora out, saying they were going to watch a good show. At first, he dismissed it as one of Angela's schemes, but he never imagined it..."Stephen, Stephen, listen to me, I swear, I was just using him. From the beginning, the only person I've ever loved is you!" Nora, no longer concerned with defending herself, hurried after Stephen as he turned to leave."We have nothing to do with each other anymore," Stephen said coldly, his gaze full of disgust as he looked down at her.He left the private room, his heart heavy with disgust, and saw Angela and Dexter standing nearby."Are you satisfied after watching me make a fool of myself?" Stephen shot a cold glance at Angela, preparing to walk away."Mr. Turner, how c
The room was empty except for Zion, who was engrossed in a video game on the large screen."You're here. Take a seat. My friends left earlier. They had something to do," Zion said without looking up, his focus completely on the game.Nora sneered at his carefree behavior. "All you ever do is play games. Don't you think it's time you got a job? You can't rely on others forever, can you?"To Nora, Zion was nothing more than a lapdog who made money for her to spend. Now that he couldn't even do that, he was of no use to her.But he was handsome. He was a true pretty boy and was easy on the eyes."Alright, I get it," Zion said, setting the controller down and turning off the game.He walked over and sat before Nora, wrapping his arms around her.Nora frowned, feeling irritated. "You stink, so don't touch me.""Come on, we haven't been close in days. Let me kiss you," Zion said, taking advantage of the moment. He pulled her into an embrace, his lips moving closer to hers. "I gave
Fiona raised an eyebrow and shot Callum a disdainful look."I've already had someone handle this. It won't be necessary...""No need," Fiona interrupted, walking over to Angela. "My daughter-in-law is involved in a public scandal, and as her mother-in-law, of course, I need to step in. You can leave this to me."With that, she pulled Angela away."Hey, what are you doing? He's my boss!" Angela tried to pull her hand back, turning to give Callum an apologetic smile.But Fiona's grip was unyielding, and no matter how much Angela struggled, she couldn't break free.She was forcibly dragged out and shoved into a car."Where are we going?" Angela was utterly confused."To have some fun." Fiona took a deep breath. "Just treat it as keeping me company. I haven't been out for a stroll in three years, six months, and twelve days."Angela was at a loss for words.Damn, she suddenly felt an unexpected twinge of sympathy for this miserable woman.After spending most of the day out, they
Angela was in an excellent mood today. Even the breeze on her way to the office felt refreshing. However, upon arriving at the company, she noticed something was off. People looked at her with a mix of sympathy and strange expressions."What's going on?" Angela called Clara over.Clara appeared a bit uncomfortable, hesitating for some time before saying, "Ms. Graham, rumors are going around that you were kidnapped in Montivale by some thugs for days, and... And those men... You know..."Angela's mind went blank for a moment, the ringing in her ears growing louder. Who would be vile enough to spread such disgusting rumors? Didn't they have any shame for creating such trouble for her?"Go back to your work," Angela said coldly. "No, come with me to the PR department."The two of them made their way to the PR department head's office. As they reached the door, they could hear voices from inside."How should we handle this? Ms. Graham is one of our company's rising stars. She hel
A bold thought flashed through Bill's mind. It would be perfect If he could secure this contract.It would help dispel the rumors about his rift with Angela and bring enormous benefits to the company."Hello, Mr. Jameson. Good afternoon. Oh, you want me to visit tomorrow for an on-site evaluation, right? Let me think about it."Angela answered the phone, but before she could say anything more, Bill snatched the phone from her and hung up."What are you doing?" Angela snapped. "Give it back! I've been trying to get an appointment with Mr. Jameson for ages. I'm really interested in working with him!"Seeing her flustered expression, Bill was convinced she wasn't faking it. The idea he had grew stronger."Look," he said. "Since you're looking for a partner, why not just choose Graham Group? Why bother with outsiders? What's wrong with you?""No," Angela replied immediately, without hesitation. Mr. Jameson is the best fit. I can't choose you. People would think I'm using my position