Sharon was pleasantly surprised, for it was the first time in two years that her sister took the initiative to cook. It also meant she finally put down whatever had been weighing on her heart.

Sheryl nodded at Casper and Elena, then walked into the kitchen.

Casper scratched his head. “Um… It’s not time to eat yet, right?”

In response, Sharon elbowed him. “My sister rarely wants to cook, so don’t complain.”

At that, he shrugged. After all, he had been cooking all afternoon and had not eaten much. Thus, he did not mind eating at such an odd hour.

The three of them then moved to sit in the living room. Feeling urgent, Caspar headed to the bathroom. Before he left, Sharon glared at him viciously and said she would punish him if he urinated on the toilet seat.

As he did not expect her to say something so unrefined, he got goosebumps upon hearing her words. Afterward, while heading to the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of a door at the end of the corridor. It was not properly closed, and a dim light was shining from inside.

“It’s not good to just walk into a lady’s room,” he muttered.

Nevertheless, he eventually ended up standing outside the door. From the gap in the door, he looked inside.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and the only source of light was a bedside lamp.

With his sharp eyes, he noticed many marks that looked like they had been carved into the bedside table with a knife. Squinting, he realized that it was covered with the word “hate.”

“The accumulation of resentment into hatred. It’s an opportunity.”

Since he had caught a glimpse of the resentment in Sheryl’s heart, he wanted to take the opportunity to help her.

“Ah! Sheryl!”

the corridor, shocking him. Without thinking any

her eyes. “I’m useless. I haven’t cooked in two years, and I can’t even

holding a knife, Sharon did not dare come forward to irritate her further. Thus, she merely said, “Don’t

this. You’re hurting your sister too,” Elena

suddenly flew out and struck her arm, causing her to drop the

on Sheryl’s neck. Immediately, the woman felt weak and fell backward. While using one hand to grab onto her waist, he

“Sorry, Ms. Sheryl!”

I won’t hurt myself. I

looked at her bleeding fingers and sighed. “I won’t be so short-sighted. Before I make that guy pay the price, I won’t

matter what you’re thinking, don’t hurt

think you can

“Oh, sorry.”

that did he help her back to

walking out of the kitchen calmly. It

just a normal kitchen

he had just acted as if he were dealing with a terrorist attack. As a result, he wondered if Sheryl would have a strange impression of

her fingers, Sheryl looked at him and asked, “What’s your name? What

since Sheryl got depressed that she took

tell me you

her eyes and said, “He’s the owner of Tycoon Hotel. He’s young and

to retort when she emphasized the word “single.” However, he was indeed single, and she had

I have someone in my heart… Ms.

night. However, as he had been busy with the showdown, he did not have time to reply. Thus, he did not even know why

a shareholders meeting to attend. If Ms.

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