CHAPTER 419 – GROWING STRONGER
Overwhelmed by the recent events, Rachel instinctively embraced him tightly, seeking solace in his arms. She buried her face in his chest, finding comfort in his familiar warmth and scent. The encounter with the ghostly caller had rattled her deeply. Rachel had always been afraid of ghosts, and the late hour of the call only heightened her fear. If the woman on the phone had kept up the act, she might have believed it was Charlene. Thankfully, knowing that Braden was waiting downstairs gave her the courage to face anything.
“What’s wrong? Are you still thinking about that movie we watched?” Braden held her tightly, gently rubbing the back of her head.
Rachel looked up at him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Yes.”
Braden pinched her cheek affectionately and kissed her tenderly. He had a sense that things were falling back into place, as if they were returning to their old selves. Holding onto Braden’s arm and leaning against him, Rachel spoke sweetly, “Let’s go home, honey.”
Lately, Rachel had become more clingy, and Braden found himself enjoying this familiar closeness. Although he couldn’t remember their past yet, he felt an overwhelming happiness. It seemed their relationship was only growing stronger.
“What would you like for dinner?” Braden asked, pressing his lips against the back of her hand.
“Let me think. What do we still have at home? How about we stop by the supermarket first? That way, I can also grab some snacks,” Rachel suggested. As she spoke, a billboard above suddenly broke free from its frame and hurtled toward them!
“Watch out!” Braden shouted, his eyes sharp and reflexes quick. He lunged at Rachel just in time as the billboard crashed to the ground behind them, sending fragments flying in all directions. The surrounding people screamed and scattered, creating chaos.
“What the hell? What just happened?” Rachel exclaimed, bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
“That billboard just fell! It could have hit someone!” a concerned passerby exclaimed, joining the growing crowd of riled-up onlookers.
Rachel looked up towards the direction from which the billboard had fallen. Amidst the smoke and commotion, she caught a glimpse of a petite figure on the rooftop. Squinting her eyes, she thought it resembled Charlene, but she couldn’t be sure. The woman seemed to be staring straight at her, and Rachel even felt a faint smile directed her way. Braden followed Rachel’s gaze and frowned.
“Who’s up there?” he questioned, his eyes fixed on the figure.
“Don’t go,” Rachel pleaded, grabbing Braden’s arm to stop him. She noticed scratches on his hands and face caused by the flying debris. Concern filled her as she realized he was injured. “Let’s go to the hospital first. You’re hurt.”
Braden, seemingly unaffected by the pain, glanced back and saw several strong men in casual clothes rushing to his side. They were his bodyguards in disguise. Pointing towards the top of the building, he commanded, “Go upstairs and find out who’s responsible for this.”
The three bodyguards swiftly obeyed, racing upstairs to investigate. However, their search yielded no results. Frustrated, Braden wanted to continue searching, but Rachel intervened.
“Since your men couldn’t find her, it means she has escaped. But she’ll try again since she failed this time. We’ll find another opportunity to catch her,” Rachel concluded, her priority shifting to Braden’s wounds.
Returning home, Rachel couldn’t help but feel saddened by the cuts and scrapes on Braden’s handsome face. She knew he had gotten hurt because he wanted to protect her.
“We should call a doctor. Your face needs proper treatment to prevent scarring,” Rachel suggested worriedly.
“No, it’s fine. The company is already in chaos, and I don’t want to add to the problem. Going to see a doctor might lead to rumors spreading,” Braden refused, displaying his stubbornness. “It’s just a minor injury. We can handle it ourselves.”
Aware of his determination, Rachel ceased her attempts to persuade him. Instead, she carefully disinfected his wounds with iodine and applied ointment. One particular wound near the end of his eyebrow split it into two sections, making it look slightly awkward. Rachel wondered if the hair would grow back normally in the future.
After treating his wounds, Rachel let out a heavy sigh. “I had hoped our life would return to normal now that Charlene is out of the picture. I was wrong.”
Braden was about to offer words of comfort when his phone rang, interrupting their conversation. His expression turned serious as he listened to the caller.
“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked anxiously, sensing something troubling.
“Have they found the person responsible for tampering with the billboard?” Braden replied, his voice filled with concern. After hanging up, he shook his head. “No, it seems the billboard didn’t meet today’s safety standards. The police believe it was just an accident.”
CHAPTER 420 – DON’T WANT TO MISS ANYTHING ABOUT YOU
Rachel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had seen a figure on the rooftop, resembling Charlene. It couldn’t be a mere coincidence. There had to be someone behind the scenes trying to harm her. Perhaps it was connected to the constant harassment from Charlene’s “ghost.”
Determined, Rachel made up her mind to tell Braden everything. However, before she could utter a word, his phone rang once again.
Braden’s phone rang, and he answered it with a hint of annoyance. As soon as he heard the caller’s news, his anger flared up, causing him to abruptly stand up from the sofa.
“How did this happen? Where’s the technician on duty tonight?” Braden exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice.
Rachel, who had been about to say something, hesitated. She could see that Braden was overwhelmed with the responsibility of running the company alone. Kristian and Charlene, the two senior executives, were no longer part of the Porter Group, and finding reliable replacements had proven difficult.
Realizing the weight on Braden’s shoulders, Rachel decided to hold back her words. Concerned, she asked, “What happened?”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ve already asked the technician to handle it,” Braden replied, trying to reassure her.
After hanging up the phone, Braden let out a weary sigh. When he turned to look at Rachel, his expression softened, and he pulled her into his arms.
“Don’t worry. I’ll investigate who did this, and I’ll assign more bodyguards to protect you,” Braden assured her, his voice filled with determination.
Rachel sighed, finding solace in Braden’s embrace. Being close to him made her feel safe and relaxed, despite the troubles they faced.
“Don’t worry too much about this, okay? I have a feeling that whoever is behind this will strike again. In fact, I look forward to facing her,” Rachel said confidently. She believed she could handle any threat that came their way, even if it was Charlene’s ghost seeking revenge. Rachel knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, so there was nothing to fear.
Hearing her words, Braden misunderstood Rachel’s intentions. He thought she didn’t want bodyguards around her, preferring to maintain a low profile.
Cupping Rachel’s face gently, Braden explained, “If you feel suffocated by the bodyguards, I’ll tell them to keep their distance. They won’t follow you closely.”
Rachel remembered that the old Braden had secretly hired Nadia to protect her under the guise of being her friend. Braden didn’t want to repeat the same mistake and wanted to be transparent with Rachel now.
“It’s actually fine. It’s not a big deal, really,” Rachel replied, shaking her head. “I’ve realized that nothing is more important than being with you, safe and sound. Trust me, I will take responsibility for both myself and you.”
Braden looked at her with newfound respect. “My, my, you’ve grown up so much,” he remarked, sighing softly as he gently stroked her hair.
Curious, Rachel pursed her lips and looked up at Braden. He appeared unchanged, but she sensed something different about him. “What are you talking about? I’m still the same person.”
“I just feel like you used to live a simple and carefree life before. Now, you’re burdened with so many things…” Braden’s eyes reflected affection and sympathy.
“But I promise you, Rachel, I’ll regain my memories. I don’t want to miss anything about you. You’re incredibly precious to me,” Braden declared, his words causing a lump to form in Rachel’s throat. She smiled, tears glistening in her eyes.
Braden’s sincerity touched her deeply. He rarely expressed his feelings like this before, and Rachel hadn’t realized how much he valued their relationship. Their bond had played a significant role in their personal growth.
However, Rachel knew that recovering Braden’s memories wouldn’t be easy, and she was afraid to hope too much. High expectations often led to greater disappointment.
To lighten the somber atmosphere, Rachel snorted sarcastically. “You have no idea how foolish I used to be. I had a sister who constantly bullied me, and it took me a while to gather the courage to stand up to her.”
“Really? What happened?” Braden asked, his eyes lighting up with intrigue.
As they sat together on the sofa, Rachel recounted her past experiences with the Daley family, leading up to the moment she met Braden. Determined, she made up her mind to protect him and help him regain their lost memories.
CHAPTER 421 – DELUSIONAL
The next morning, Rachel woke up to an empty bed. Letting out a small yawn, she made her way downstairs and found Braden already dressed for work.
“Still sleepy? Why don’t you get some more rest?” Braden said with a gentle smile, adjusting his tie. It was clear he was about to leave for the company.
Noticing Rachel’s grogginess, he walked over and lightly kissed her on the cheek. “The bodyguard I hired for you is waiting outside.”
Rachel nodded sleepily, watching as Braden put on his coat and left. After having breakfast, she got dressed and headed towards the door.
Standing outside was a strong and fierce-looking female bodyguard, a complete contrast to the petite Nadia. With this intimidating new addition by her side, Rachel doubted anyone would dare approach her now.
“Good morning, Mrs. Porter!” greeted the specially trained bodyguard, acting and speaking in a brisk manner.
Smiling awkwardly, Rachel replied, “Hello, nice to meet you.” She then set off for work, with the female bodyguard closely following behind.
Upon reaching the studio entrance, they came face-to-face with Liza. Glancing at the bodyguard behind Rachel, Liza sneered contemptuously. She had never been fond of Rachel and saw her bringing a bodyguard to work as a show-off move.
“Wow, I can’t believe you brought a servant to work,” Liza sarcastically remarked, deliberately blocking their path. “Rachel, tell your little servant to step aside. We can’t let just anyone enter our office. Grant'd Studio is a place for designers, not lowly people like her.”
Rachel pursed her lips unhappily. Liza’ words were as rude as ever. “This is my bodyguard,” Rachel explained impatiently. “She’s not a servant. She’s responsible for my safety.”
Liza threw her head back and burst into laughter, finding Rachel’s explanation absurd. “Are you delusional? Do you think your own colleagues are out to kill you? You just brought a servant to take care of you, didn’t you? You’re just a big baby! Well, let me remind you that Mr. Grant would never allow your servant to come inside.”
Knowing it was futile to argue with Liza’ unreasonable behavior, Rachel turned to the bodyguard and suggested, “How about you wait in the café outside? I’ll join you right after work.”
The female bodyguard shook her head grimly. “Mr. Porter instructed me to be with you at all times, anywhere. I won’t be able to protect you from outside the office.”
Liza sneered unhappily. Why was Rachel so fortunate? Not only did she come from a wealthy family, but she also had a caring and handsome husband. It felt incredibly unfair.
As jealousy consumed Liza, she raised her voice and attempted to chase the bodyguard away. “I’ve already told you that you can’t be here! This is our office! Get out!”
Unfazed by Liza’ aggression, the bodyguard stood her ground. In a swift motion, the tables turned, and Liza found herself pinned to the ground, her arms restrained behind her back.
The pain in Liza’ arms made her wail helplessly. “Ouch! Let me go! Help! Somebody, help me!”
Liza’ cries caught the attention of the studio employees, including Homer. He emerged from the studio and asked, “What’s happening here? Why are you yelling right outside our studio?”
Homer observed the intense confrontation between Liza and Rachel, then turned to Rachel with a puzzled expression. “Rachel, can you please explain what’s happening here?”
Rachel signaled her bodyguard to release Liza and began to clarify the situation. “Liza instigated a fight with me and my bodyguard, so she was restrained.”
As soon as Liza was freed, she shot an angry glare at Rachel before turning to Homer with a pitiful expression. “Mr. Grant, it’s all Rachel’s fault! She tried to bring her servant into the office, but I told her it wasn’t allowed. So she ordered her servant to beat me up!”
Fed up with Liza’s lies, Rachel approached Homer and spoke candidly. “This woman is not my servant; she’s my bodyguard. Something terrible happened after work yesterday. The billboard on the roof of this building fell and almost killed me. For my own safety, I decided to have bodyguards accompany me today.”
Crossing her arms in disdain, Liza sneered, “You’re exaggerating. The fallen billboard was just an accident. Why would you need bodyguards? What a lame excuse!”
Ignoring Liza’s remarks, Rachel focused her gaze on Homer and asked earnestly, “Mr. Grant, you must have heard about the billboard incident, right?”
Homer nodded, recalling the news of the incident. It was reported that Rachel had a narrow escape from being crushed by the falling billboard, and Braden had heroically protected her. His brow furrowed. “Are you injured? Have you been to the hospital?”
After contemplating for a moment, Rachel decided to reveal the truth. “No, but my husband got injured. Although the police labeled it as an accident, I sense something suspicious.”
The mastermind behind the incident remained hidden, and Rachel was unsure where to look. Perhaps even their current situation was being monitored. After pondering for a while, Homer reached a decision. “I’ll allow your bodyguard into the studio, but she must follow the rules and not disrupt anyone’s work, alright?”
Rachel was pleasantly surprised by Homer’s consideration. What a kind boss! She smiled gratefully and nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Grant. I’ll get to work now.”
Excusing herself, Rachel entered the studio accompanied by her bodyguard. Just as she was about to reach her workstation, Liza’s sharp voice called out from behind. “You can’t just leave! Your so-called bodyguard hurt my arm earlier. How are you going to compensate me for that?”
Rachel was speechless, glancing at Liza’s arm, which only had minor bruising. The bruise would likely fade within minutes. How dare Liza demand compensation? It was clear she was attempting to blackmail her! As Homer walked past them, he coldly remarked, casting a glance at the petty bruise on Liza’s arm, “If you’re genuinely injured, you can take a leave and see a doctor. Besides, we have Tina now. The studio will manage without you.”
Liza flared up in anger, her nostrils flaring. Homer was evidently taking Rachel’s side. Liza hid her arm behind her back and lowered her head, pretending to be wronged. “It’s fine. It’s just a minor injury. I can still work,” she muttered before storming off to her station.
Once Liza was out of earshot, Rachel couldn’t help but snicker. She briefly entertained the thought that Liza might have tampered with the fallen billboard. However, upon reflection, Liza seemed too dim-witted to devise such a devious plan. Could she have discovered Rachel’s conflict with Charlene and used it against her? At least Liza could be ruled out as a suspect. But if it wasn’t her, then who could it be? Rachel was determined to uncover the truth. She found a seat for her bodyguard in the office and instructed her to wait quietly while she went to the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Rachel turned on her cell phone and reviewed the strange messages she had received the previous night. It was daytime now, and she doubted any ghosts would haunt her while the sun was still up. With determination, Rachel dialed the mysterious sender’s number, eager to get to the bottom of this mystery.
CHAPTER 422 – TRYING TO STEAL THE SPOTLIGHT
Rachel anxiously held her breath, waiting for the call to connect. However, she was met with a cold robotic voice informing her that the number didn’t exist. It seemed whoever was after her had taken precautions to erase their tracks.
Realizing that the person who sent her the text message didn’t want to be traced, Rachel concluded that they had deliberately erased the number after sending it. Although she wasn’t tech-savvy, she knew it wouldn’t be difficult to accomplish such a task. This made her more certain that it wasn’t Charlene’s ghost haunting her; someone was using Charlene as a decoy to frighten her. But why? What did they want from her? Rachel wracked her brain, trying to recall if she had wronged anyone else who had been close to Charlene.
“Hello? Earth to Rachel! You forgot to turn off the water!” Olive appeared out of nowhere, tapping Rachel’s shoulder from behind. Startled, Rachel quickly turned off the tap.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Olive could see that Rachel’s mind was elsewhere and frowned in concern. “What’s going on, Rachel? You’ve been distant lately. Is it because of Liza?”
Rachel looked at Olive, seeing the worry etched on her friend’s face. “You’re overthinking things. Liza isn’t bullying me anymore. Besides, I have my bodyguard now. She’ll think twice before causing trouble.”
Olive burst into laughter, having heard about the morning incident. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she looked at Rachel in confusion. “Why did you suddenly hire a bodyguard?”
As Rachel explained, the two friends walked out of the bathroom together. “Didn’t you hear about what happened last night? The billboard on our building’s roof fell down out of the blue. Everyone said it was an accident, considering how old the building is.”
Olive, unaware of the full story, found nothing strange about it. Rachel saw this as a good thing; it meant Olive wasn’t in danger. She didn’t go into detail and simply claimed that the bodyguards were hired by Braden.
Returning to her workstation, Rachel noticed a large bouquet of fresh red roses wrapped in black paper on Olive’s desk. “Oh my God! They’re beautiful! Are these from Hans?” she asked curiously.
Truth be told, Rachel didn’t like Hans for Olive and had hoped she would break up with him. In her eyes, Olive deserved a better man. Hans had already proven himself to be a domestic abuser and drug addict, which worried Rachel for her friend’s safety.
Olive blushed, her cheeks matching the color of the roses. She lowered her head shyly and pinched a rose petal, leaving a slight mark. “Hans has been really good to me lately. It feels like we’ve gone back to how things used to be. I think he has genuinely changed.”
Rachel smiled but refrained from saying more. She didn’t want to dampen Olive’s mood, but she couldn’t shake off her unease about Hans.
“Good morning, ladies! We have a new design project. Mr. Grant asked me to give you these materials,” Tina approached them, briefing them on the new assignment.
“In the afternoon, the client will visit the studio to select a young designer for their dress designs. Everyone can participate in the competition,” Tina informed Rachel.
As Rachel received the materials, she instantly recognized that it was for a dress design. Although she usually focused on runway fashion and rarely took on couture projects, she understood the significance of this opportunity, especially since it was her first project after returning to Grant'd. Opening the document, she discovered that the client’s last name was Higgins.
“Higgins? Which Higgins family is this?” Rachel pondered. While she wasn’t well-versed in the prominent families of Meadowview, she knew about the Higgins family in Sunhaven. Could they be related?
“It must be the Higgins family from Sunhaven. They also have a presence here in Meadowview, currently led by Kristian,” Rachel speculated aloud.
Later that day, two sleek luxury cars came to a halt in front of Grant'd Studio. The Higgins family had finally arrived, and it had been quite some time since Rachel last saw Kristian. She had a feeling he would show up today. Anxious with anticipation, Rachel waited alongside her colleagues in the hallway, eager to catch a glimpse of her old friend.
Finally, the car doors swung open, and Mrs. Higgins gracefully stepped out, followed by Nadia. Rachel’s eyes widened in astonishment. She could hardly believe her own eyes—this woman standing beside Mrs. Higgins was Nadia, but she looked completely transformed. Her long hair was elegantly braided, framing her beautiful face. Her eyebrows were neatly groomed, and her curled eyelashes added a touch of nobility and grace. Gone was the rough bodyguard Rachel once knew; this Nadia appeared gentle and delicate. It was as if she had undergone a remarkable metamorphosis.
Rachel couldn’t help but stare at Nadia, observing her every move. Nadia’s eyes scanned the room, searching for something or someone. When her gaze finally met Rachel’s, she offered a polite nod, accompanied by a gentle, somewhat distant smile. Rachel knew that Nadia had been taking etiquette courses from Mrs. Higgins, but she hadn’t expected such a dramatic transformation in such a short time. Nadia seemed like an entirely different person.
As much as Rachel longed to approach Nadia and strike up a conversation, the presence of Mrs. Higgins made her hesitate. She didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, so for now, she pretended they were strangers. With a composed demeanor, Rachel led them to the meeting room, all the while stealing glances at Nadia.
Once inside, Mrs. Higgins addressed all the designers present, her voice carrying an air of authority. “I need two outfits—one for my son and one for his wife. They’ll be wearing them to an upcoming event.”
Liza, one of the designers, seized the opportunity to impress Mrs. Higgins and handed her a cup of coffee with a flattering smile. “No problem, Mrs. Higgins. We have swatches of almost every fabric here in our studio. Just let us know the design you have in mind, and we’ll make it happen.”
Mrs. Higgins graciously accepted the coffee and began expressing her preferences. “Thank you. I want the dress to exude elegance and possess a conservative style. Many dresses these days are far too revealing and lack the dignity I desire. However, it must also have a contemporary touch. After all, my daughter-in-law is in her twenties—I don’t want her to look outdated.”
Mrs. Higgins continued to assert her opinions as if she were the one who would be wearing the dress. Nadia sat quietly beside her, maintaining perfect posture.
Liza eagerly echoed Mrs. Higgins’s sentiments, ensuring that no other designer could get a word in. “Absolutely, Mrs. Higgins. We can create exactly what you’re envisioning. It’s true that many dresses nowadays seem to have abandoned modesty.”
“Yes, precisely. I want the design to strike a balance between dignity and fashion,” Mrs. Higgins affirmed, taking a sip of her coffee.
Liza, determined to win the coveted project, continued to flatter Mrs. Higgins. “Rest assured, we can deliver precisely what you desire. It’s rare to find a designer who understands their clients so well.”
Mrs. Higgins nodded approvingly, seemingly pleased with Liza’ response. “Indeed, it is rare. Do any of you have further questions?”
Rachel’s gaze remained fixed on the quiet Nadia. Summoning her courage, she took a deep breath and rose from her seat. “Mrs. Higgins, since you mentioned that this dress is for Nadia, I believe it’s important to hear her opinion as well.”
Mrs. Higgins was taken aback when Rachel spoke up in defense of Nadia. She turned her head to look at Nadia, who sat beside her. While Nadia had shown improvement recently, she still had a long way to go to become the ideal daughter-in-law, especially when it came to taste. Mrs. Higgins had already envisioned the dress she wanted for Nadia when they arrived at the studio and hadn’t planned on asking for Nadia’s opinion. However, now that Rachel had brought it up, Mrs. Higgins couldn’t ignore the situation. She smiled at Nadia and asked gently, “Well, Nadia? What do you think?”
Nadia glanced around the fabric swatches in the studio. After a brief silence, she spoke gracefully, “I have one thought. The color of Kristian’s suit should be darker.”
The designers present fell silent upon hearing Nadia’s suggestion. It seemed like everyone was waiting for Mrs. Higgins’s response. Liza, who had looked into Nadia’s background, knew that Mrs. Higgins wasn’t satisfied with her daughter-in-law. Liza understood that Mrs. Higgins held the final say in this matter. She chuckled and then turned apologetically to Mrs. Higgins. Condescendingly, she said to Nadia, “You probably don’t know much about fashion, but dark-colored fabrics are usually considered old-fashioned. Mr. Higgins is still young. We don’t want to dress him up like an old man, do we? You should listen to your elders more.”
Mrs. Higgins frowned slightly upon hearing Liza’ words while sipping her coffee.
Rachel resisted the urge to roll her eyes and countered, “There are many dark-colored couture clothing options that don’t make people look old. Remember the black velvet suit adorned with pearls and sapphires? That design is a timeless classic and has always been the star of fashion shows.”
Liza pulled a sour face. “You’re too young. What do you know? How many shows have you watched? Stop talking nonsense in front of our clients.”
Rachel’s actions always seemed to stir up trouble, and Liza was furious. She had been trying to impress Mrs. Higgins, but Rachel kept trying to steal the spotlight. It was disgusting to her. Ignoring Liza, Rachel looked directly at Nadia and asked, “May I ask you a question?”
Nadia was somewhat confused by Rachel’s serious demeanor. Rachel had never spoken to her like this before. “Please,” Nadia nodded graciously.
“Why do you think your husband’s suit will look better if it’s dark?” Rachel inquired.
Nadia responded promptly, “Because my husband usually wears bright-colored ties. It’s his signature style. I believe if he were here today, he would make the same choice.”
After finishing her answer, Nadia glanced warily at Mrs. Higgins. Mrs. Higgins smiled and nodded approvingly at Nadia. She had always considered Nadia impulsive and careless, but now she realized that Nadia was observant and genuinely cared about Kristian.
Nadia’s simple words touched Mrs. Higgins. Although Nadia didn’t meet Mrs. Higgins’s initial expectations, she could see that Nadia deeply loved her son and understood him well. This newfound realization earned Mrs. Higgins’s respect for her daughter-in-law.
“Well, let’s go with what she suggests. She’s my son’s wife and knows him best,” Mrs. Higgins declared proudly. She despised the idea of being an evil mother-in-law who mistreated her daughter-in-law. Such behavior was distasteful to her, and she knew it would only push her son away if she made things difficult for Nadia.
After expressing her approval, Mrs. Higgins noticed that Rachel had supported Nadia earlier. She turned to Rachel and asked seriously, “What’s your name?”
“It’s Rachel Porter. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Higgins,” Rachel replied.
CHAPTER 423 – WON’T LET YOU DOWN
Upon hearing the name, a trace of surprise flashed through Mrs. Higgins’s eyes.
Mrs. Higgins recognized the name Rachel and remembered that she was the daughter of the Colton family and Braden Porter’s wife. The Porter Group had become a prominent company with branches in Sunhaven and Meadowview, known for Braden’s deep love for his wife.
Mrs. Higgins saw an opportunity to establish a relationship with Rachel, considering the potential business partnership between their families.
“I’ve met Joyce before. She mentioned you to me,” Mrs. Higgins said, observing Rachel closely and noticing her resemblance to her mother.
Rachel’s smile widened. “Really?”
Although Rachel hadn’t met Mrs. Higgins before, she had heard about her from Kristian. Rachel knew that Mrs. Higgins valued nobility and etiquette, but seeing how Mrs. Higgins treated Nadia, she realized that she might be more approachable than expected.
Eager to strengthen ties with the Colton family and the Porter Group, Mrs. Higgins quickly warmed up to Rachel.
“Since I know Rachel, I won’t bother anyone else. Rachel, could you help me design Nadia’s dress? I’ve seen your excellent fashion designs, and your parents must be proud of you.”
Overwhelmed by Mrs. Higgins’s praise, Rachel nodded gratefully, lost for words. “Thank you for your trust, Mrs. Higgins. I won’t let you down.”
Smiling with joy, Mrs. Higgins finished her coffee and said, “Great! We’ve found our designer. Let’s discuss the next steps.” She straightened her dress and looked at Rachel expectantly.
However, their conversation was interrupted by Mrs. Higgins’s ringing phone. Apologizing, she answered the call and learned that something required her immediate attention. “What’s wrong? Oh, it’s ready? Okay, I’ll pick it up right away.”
Apologizing once again, Mrs. Higgins turned to Nadia. “I’m sorry, but I have to run. I’ll leave the rest to Nadia.”
Nadia assured her, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Higgins. I’ll stay in touch with Rachel. She has great ideas.”
With a subtle wink, Nadia exchanged knowing glances with Rachel. They understood each other well. As Mrs. Higgins left, Liza watched helplessly, seething with anger. Mrs. Higgins had chosen Rachel personally, leaving Liza unable to voice her objections. Frustrated, Liza resolved to get rid of Rachel, glaring at her contemptuously.
Now that Mrs. Higgins was gone, Rachel cleared her throat and suggested, “Nadia, it’s almost lunchtime. Shall we discuss over lunch?” Nadia happily agreed.
The two women headed to a charming restaurant near the studio, accompanied by Rachel’s bodyguard sitting opposite them. While ordering food, Nadia glanced at Rachel, who was engrossed in conversation with her female bodyguard.
Nadia felt a sense of nostalgia, as if they were back in the good old days when nothing had changed. Though they had only been apart for a short while, it felt like a lifetime to Nadia.
Noticing Nadia’s melancholy expression, Rachel asked with concern, “What’s wrong, Nadia? You seem sad. Are the Higgins giving you a hard time? I’m here for you. You can talk to me.”
Nadia shook her head, a wistful smile on her face. “You know, it’s not like that. I was just reminiscing about our carefree days back in Sunhaven. Living with the Higgins family is different. They’re nobles, so everyone there is very particular about their manners. I understand why, but sometimes it feels like I’m walking on eggshells.”
Rachel could sense her friend’s unhappiness and patted her on the shoulder to offer comfort. “The sooner you accept the reality, the better. You’ve changed so much, Nadia. I almost didn’t recognize you earlier,” Rachel remarked, concerned.
After ordering their food, Nadia handed the menu to the waiter and sent him away. Turning to Rachel, she expressed her struggles. “It’s tough. I don’t want to disappoint Kristian. He left his job at the Porter Group to work for the Higgins family because of me. I want to please his family, but it’s really difficult at times.”
Nadia had been finding the etiquette classes over the past few months challenging. With Kristian busy running the family business, he rarely had time to see her. Nadia, who loved martial arts and cherished her freedom, felt like her true self was buried since marrying into the Higgins family. She questioned if her life still held any meaning and feared being trapped by the family’s rules, feeling suffocated.
Rachel’s heart sank as she witnessed the helplessness in Nadia’s eyes. “If you’re truly unhappy, why don’t you talk to Kristian about it?” she suggested, hoping it would bring some relief.
“Kristian is… hot-tempered. If I express my unhappiness, he’ll confront his mother and argue with her,” Nadia sighed heavily. “But what’s the point of fighting? In the end, it’s me who will suffer. So, I keep quiet. Besides, the Higgins family has accepted me, even if it’s just because I’m pregnant.”
Rachel shook her head, urging Nadia to trust Kristian more. “Kristian is more responsible than you think. He wouldn’t want to see you suffer. You should at least have a conversation with him, okay?”
After a long silence, Nadia murmured, “I don’t know anymore…”
As their discussion about Nadia’s life continued, her mood grew increasingly gloomy. Fortunately, their food arrived, providing a temporary distraction. Rachel noticed that Nadia had ordered mostly green vegetables. Surprised by this change, she commented, “Nadia, I didn’t know veggies were your favorite food.”
Nadia sighed again. “Mrs. Higgins says pregnant women should eat healthily for the baby’s sake.”
“Enough of that. You’re pregnant, and you’re in charge here,” Rachel asserted, motioning for the waiter. She proceeded to order all of Nadia’s favorite dishes, determined to make her friend feel better.
While chewing on a piece of meat, Rachel observed Nadia picking at her food. Concerned, she asked, “Do you want something else? We can order whatever you’d like.” Nadia smiled, grateful for Rachel’s thoughtfulness. It was refreshing to have someone care about her as an individual rather than just her pregnancy.
“No, it’s just that I haven’t had much of an appetite lately,” Nadia replied, setting down her fork and elegantly wiping her mouth. “Even though these are my favorite foods, I can’t eat much. Rachel, you should eat more. You look thin.”
Just as Nadia was about to add more food to Rachel’s plate, Rachel’s phone began to ring. Seeing an unfamiliar number, Rachel’s face turned pale. Sensing something was wrong, Nadia frowned and took the phone from her friend, answering it assertively. “Hello, who’s this?”
The female bodyguard also noticed the sudden shift in mood and stood up, alert and ready. The voice on the other end of the line was clear, pretending to be Charlene.
“Rachel has done something wrong, and now she won’t even answer her own phone. Hahaha! Tell her that I’ll exact my revenge sooner or later. And you, since you’re pregnant, you should stay away from her if you still care about your child. If you try to help Rachel, both you and your baby will die together.”
Nadia sneered, realizing that the woman on the other end was nearby, watching them. Drawing on her past experience as a professional bodyguard, she discreetly signaled the female bodyguard to search the restaurant.
Continuing the conversation on the phone, Nadia discreetly scanned the restaurant. “Hey, the game is up. You have one minute to leave, or there will be consequences once I catch you.”
The caller did not hang up, nor did they make a sound.
Soon, Nadia spotted a woman in a black trench coat in the corner of the restaurant. Phone in tow, Nadia bolted from her seat and chased after her.
The woman in the corner caught a glimpse of Nadia rushing towards her and quickly stood up, preparing to flee. But before she could make her escape, Nadia reached her and grabbed hold of her coat, attempting to remove her mask. The woman in black clenched her teeth and fought back, surprising Nadia with her strength and agility. It was evident that she was a skilled fighter. Although Nadia was more proficient in combat, her pregnancy had made her slower and weaker.
As the two engaged in a struggle, Nadia was on the verge of gaining the upper hand when suddenly an adjacent dining cart came hurtling towards them. With no other option, Nadia leaped backward to avoid the collision. Seizing the opportunity, the woman in black pushed Nadia away and swiftly fled from the restaurant.
Rachel, who had been about to follow Nadia to assist her, witnessed the woman’s push, causing Nadia to fall heavily to the ground. Shocked, Rachel rushed to her friend’s side. Nadia curled into a protective ball, clutching her belly, her face drained of color. Once adept at fighting, Nadia’s pregnancy had rendered her vulnerable and sluggish.
“Don’t let her escape!” Nadia managed to utter through difficulty, pointing in the direction the woman in black had fled. She had come so close to apprehending her! The female bodyguard prepared to pursue the assailant, but Rachel intervened.
“Nadia is bleeding! We need to get her to the hospital immediately!” Rachel urgently exclaimed. The bodyguard hesitated momentarily, torn between her duty to protect Rachel and capturing the person who posed a threat.
“Hurry! Her life may be in danger! I can’t carry her alone!” Rachel’s voice grew hoarse as tears welled up in her eyes. She was genuinely concerned for Nadia’s well-being. Finally, the bodyguard relented and carried Nadia into a waiting taxi, with Rachel quickly joining them. Together, they raced towards the hospital.