The Hardy family had no money, power, or connections. They enjoyed a short period of popularity within their community from having two successful sons. Many close and distant relatives came knocking on their door with gifts to ask for favors. Some of them requested that Travis find a job for their children in Covenford. And some of them requested to borrow large sums of money. Dick and Janine were snobs who cared about their reputation. But they loved money even more. Those who came to borrow money were sent away with various excuses. As for those who came to ask for jobs, Travis was forced to fulfill each of their requests. This was because they didn't need to spend a cent to receive admiration from their relatives. Larissa was not spared as well. She was also forced to use her connections at work to land jobs at the Regal Dynasty Hotel for the Hardy family's relatives. Still, people were pragmatic. They saw that Andrew had returned to his hometown and started living off
Kevan skimmed through all the information. He placed the stack of documents down. He picked up the phone on his office desk. "Check and see if any department in the company received a resume from a man named Andrew Hardy." He received a reply soon after, "Farnworth Finances received his resume." Farnworth Finances was a financial service company under Microworks Corporation. Since Andrew was a finance graduate, it was understandable that he sent his resume there. Kevan tapped on the desk lightly with his index and pondered for a moment. "Notify him to come in for work as soon as possible." If Andrew wanted a job, he would give him what he wanted, as long as that family would stop stirring up more trouble for Larissa. Time flew by, and it was Saturday. Early in the morning, Dylan knocked on Kevan's door. "Are you ready? Can we leave now?"Unlike Dylan, who was dressed up in a suit, Kevan was still in his black silk pajamas, leisurely drinking a cup of coffee in his living r
When Kevan heard what Dylan said, he looked up in mock surprise. "What? Are you afraid of Sharon?" Being stared at by Kevan made Dylan blush. Without thinking of the consequences, he kicked Kevan in the shin."Hurry up! Stop rambling!" It was rare for Kevan to be interested in gossip. So he didn't retaliate to Dylan's kick. "If you like Sharon, then just admit it. It's not like you haven't shot your own foot before this. Since both of you are married now, you should forget about the past and move on!" Kevan patted Dylan on the shoulder. When he heard Kevan's words, Dylan's expression froze. The redness in his cheeks also faded. It left him with a dejected look on his face. Kevan knew that Dylan was getting sucked into a dilemma regarding Sharon once again. "It's not easy to find someone who likes you back."Kevan seldom talked vulnerably about relationship matters with Dylan. But after he experienced unrequited love, Kevan couldn't help but feel some empathy toward
Inside the ballroom, Sharon was doing the final checks of the venue. She walked in sky-high heels, dressed in a tailored white pantsuit that hugged her figure. Her shoulder-length hair danced in the air as she flitted around the hall. It brought attention to the sparkling diamond earrings dangling from her ears. The moment Dylan saw Sharon, his gaze fell on her, mesmerized by her beauty. Dylan looked like a lovesick puppy. Thus, Kevan snapped a picture of Dylan on his phone. Sharon spoke to the staff milling around her with a walkie-talkie in one hand. She pointed to the misaligned lights on the ceiling with a frown. Kevan asked Dylan, "Should we go over to Sharon?" Dylan finally pulled his eyes away from her. Looking around the ballroom, he replied with an indifferent expression on his face, "There's no need. Let's find a place to sit down."Kevan raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say that Sharon had called you three times? She must have had something urgent for you to do, don't
"You said you wanted my help?" Dylan looked around. The ballroom had already been set up and only needed some final touches. The hotel staff was busy, but everything was in order. It seemed that there was no need for his help. He furrowed his brows, and a sense of annoyance surged from within."Can you stop using these lowly tactics?" Sharon would go to any lengths to see him, just like before. His cold tone and disgusted gaze caught her off guard. Moments later, she smiled with a hint of sarcasm."It seems that you have overestimated your charm." She glared at Dylan. The rosy hue on her face faded as she spoke sarcastically. "It was your father's idea that you come here. Don't forget, we're a model couple in others' eyes. Or do you wish to let the cat out of the bag?"The essence of Dylan's marriage with Sharon was known to both families. They merely wanted the stability and business cooperation the marriage brought. They didn't care whether the two were happy with the arrang
As soon as Dylan and Kevan took their seats, one of the groom's relatives approached them. He offered them cigarettes, trying to get on their good side. "It's such an honor to meet you, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Shields," he said in a flattering way.Kevan remained aloof and motionless, leaving the person's hand hanging awkwardly. The atmosphere became somewhat uncomfortable.Dylan quickly but politely declined the offer. "Sorry, we don't smoke." Unlike Kevan's distant demeanor, Dylan continued to smile. This made him the primary focus of the conversation.The man was quite chatty and skilled at flattery. Dylan struggled to hold back his urge to send him away. Finally, he managed to find a tactful excuse to dismiss him.As he turned back, he caught Kevan's smug smile. His anger surged."It's all your fault. How can you still laugh about it?" he retorted."What's there to feel bad about?" Kevan replied, nonchalantly crossing his arms."He approached us because of you. And what di
As the wedding was almost about to start, the guests began arriving one after another. Kevan and Dylan got busy attending to them. Many guests recognized Kevan and wanted to establish rapport with him for future business opportunities. They offered him cigarettes and asked for photos together. Some even tried to set him up with someone.Initially, Kevan was willing to entertain them. He wanted to show courtesy for Dylan and the Davis family's sake. However, he was never known for his patience. Every guest from either side treated him like a sightseeing spot to tick off their list. He reached his limit. He excused himself to get some fresh air.The ballroom was spacious. He easily found an unoccupied corner with an open window. The cold breeze that drifted in brought some clarity to his thoughts.He glanced at his phone. There were no messages. His grip on the phone tightened as his heart also seemed to tighten. It had been four days since his return from Aldovia, and Larissa had n
Kevan's expression tensed up, thinking he had been discovered. However, when he turned to look at the corner where the voice came from, he saw no one."Just you wait! One day, I'll kill you!" Cody angrily shouted at thin air before storming off, clearly upset.As the footsteps faded away, Kevan let out a contemptuous chuckle. He wondered who would ultimately be the last one standing....When Kevan returned to the entrance of the ballroom, the newlyweds were there. They were busy greeting the guests. Their parents stood beside them. They expressed gratitude to every well-wisher.Kevan didn't recognize Lucas at first; perhaps due to the makeup or the fact that they hadn't seen each other in a long time. Compared to a few years ago, Lucas appeared more mature, with a hint of world-weariness. He no longer resembled the young, confident, and optimistic youth from the past.Kevan assumed that Lucas had faced some tough times running Torqua and that it had smoothed out his sharp edges.