"Hey, ugly woman, stop making things up!" one of the women sneered. "Someone as ugly as you could never be Blake’s wife. You and Blake are like the ocean and a dirty flood—completely incompatible!" she added, receiving nods of agreement from the other women. "Amanda is right. Before claiming to be Blake’s wife, you should go buy a mirror and take a good look at yourself. Self-awareness is important. Or have you already lost your mind?" another woman mocked, scanning Amora from head to toe with a condescending gaze. "Maybe she’s an escaped mental patient," one of them said, eyes widening in a mix of shock and feigned fear. "Guys, should I call the asylum right now? We have to report her before she gets even crazier, right?" she continued in an exaggerated tone. Amora's young coconut became the target of the women’s anger. Meanwhile, Blake, who had been silently observing and listening to the cruel taunts, clenched his fists tightly, resisting the urge to step in. No—he wanted to

They were furious about what Blake had done—especially Monica, who instinctively grabbed her bag and inspected the knife slash on the front. “Damn it! You’re seriously brainless. This is a luxury bag! It’s insanely expensive, and if you can’t replace it, you’re a complete idiot!” Monica ranted, venting her frustration on Blake. Of course, she was furious. That bag was a limited edition, and her boyfriend had gone out of his way to buy it for her directly from its country of origin. Blake’s actions had deeply hurt both her heart and her pride. “You really just want to start trouble, don’t you?” Robin slammed the table so hard that Amora’s drink spilled over. Robin and Blake locked eyes in an intense, cold stare, while Monica whined like a child who had just lost her favorite toy. She kept stroking her bag over and over again. “If you’re jealous, you don’t have to go this far. It’s pathetic. Loser!” Robin raised his hand, about to grab Blake by the collar, but Blake swiftly

Zuri’s face turned red with fury, her eyes blazing with anger. She couldn’t believe that the friend she had trusted had betrayed her like this, valuing all the jewelry she had handed over at only fifty thousand dollars. “You fraud!” Zuri snapped at Alice without hesitation. Alice frowned. “Zuri, what’s going on? Why are you so angry?” She pretended not to know anything, feigning innocence in front of Zuri while wincing in pain from the fierce grip Zuri had on her hair. “Do you think I’m stupid? Huh? I heard everything you just said. You tricked me!” Zuri shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice shaking with rage. “The jewelry wasn’t fake, was it? You lying witch!” Zuri completely lost it, yanking Alice’s hair even harder, causing her to fall onto the floor. Alice struggled, trying to break free from Zuri’s grip. “Ouch, Zuri! Let go! What the hell is this? I told you the truth, and you even saw the proof yourself, didn’t you?” She still refused to admit her wrongdoing. Of cour

Amora checked her appearance once again, making sure she was truly ready in her elegant black formal gown, perfectly matching the dress code for the meeting. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her left ear, carefully examining her makeup, afraid it might be too much. “I hope this is absolutely perfect,” she murmured softly, feeling a twinge of anxiety. Her heart pounded rapidly, and she was undeniably nervous. Her face was tense, and even her steps felt restricted. Blake placed a hand on her shoulder, startling her so much that she jumped in surprise. “Ahhhh!” Amora turned sharply toward Blake, her shock evident. Her heart was racing so fast it felt as if it might leap out of her chest. “You scared me, Blake.” “Relax,” Blake said, gently squeezing her shoulders to ease her tension. Amora took a deep breath and exhaled harshly. “I’m really nervous and tense, Blake.” “Calm down. Everything will be fine.” She nodded. “Yes, but I’m afraid I don’t look perfect.” She had al

Blake ran quickly, his breathing ragged and his body shaking with tension. Zuri-his mother-in-law, lying in his arms, was unconscious. Every second felt like an eternity as he fought against panic, trying to stay focused on the road despite occasionally accidentally bumping into other visitors. "Hey, be careful!" The young man Blake accidentally bumped into swore harshly. "Watch your step, sucker." Blake lowered his head slowly. "Sorry, I was in a hurry." Ignoring the words of the man he accidentally bumped into, Blake rushed into the hallway of the emergency room. Several nurses in the emergency room immediately provided assistance, putting Zuri's body on a gurney; at the same time, the doctor on duty also approached them. "Please, check on my mother-in-law immediately." Blake's voice trembled slightly, showing his concern. The doctor carefully checked Zuri's vital signs. He placed a stethoscope on her chest and listened for a weak heartbeat. "Give me information about her med