After the last bar on the bar street rejected Freya, she finally understood that she had really been banned by Brian.

"Damn it!" Freya grew mad at the manager and said, "I'm Freya! The daughter of Norris Group' CEO, Freya!" Do you know that stopping me from entering is stopping you guys from earning money?"

"Miss Freya..."The manager looked at her awkwardly, "Mr. Lambert has ordered us to ban you from entering. We...we have no choice as well. Norris Group shouldn't be offended, but Lambert Group should not be offended even more!" They would rather not earn Freya's money...

Freya could not bear to make things difficult for the manager anymore and got into her new sports car angrily. She sped all the way to find Joanne.

Joanne did not care about it at all and only said, "Freya, unrequited love cannot be the reason for you to drink until you're drunk every night. Can't you go do something serious? My brother's girlfriends are all able to be cute girl and a successful career woman at the same time. You're not even within the criteria that he likes, how would he choose you?"

"I don't need to be a successful career woman." Freya hummed and then said, "Actually, I have long concluded that your brother's ex-girlfriends are those who shine brightly. Joanne, if I can also shine brightly, do you think he will notice me?"

Joanne paused for a moment and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Freya chuckled and said, "I'll tell you in the future."

With that, she ran away like a gust of wind.

Joanne knew Freya too well and only thought that she was seized by a whim. Freya could do anything, and she would not be surprised by anything earth-shattering. But whether she could last until the end...that was hard to say.

Once she got bored with it and she discovered something novel and fun, she would give up. Giving up were just two words to her.

The only thing she had persisted in was liking Chris.

Joanne did not know whether it was Chris's fortune or misfortune.

She only saw Freya again three days later.

Joanne had just knocked off when Freya called. "Remember to watch MetroVision tonight at 8!"

"Don't tell me you got into trouble and was interviewed." Joanne could only think of this possibility.

Freya laughed secretively, "You'll know then! Remember to tune in!"

Joanne suddenly felt a little anticipated. She changed into comfortable home clothes and sat on the sofa with a large cup of ice cream. She switched on the television and flipped to MetroVision.

The TV station was...streaming a modeling competition live!

Joanne almost choked on her ice cream as she stared at the television screen incredulously. She then saw Freya emerging from the back stage.

She was wearing a bikini that showed off her good figure. She walked on the catwalk confidently and bubbly. The brilliant smile on her face was a little cold and seductive and the male judge below the stage stared at her, mesmerized.

Joanne took out her mobile and called Chris. "Chris, MetroVision, Freya."

Chris was still in his office. He switched on the television, and the first thing he saw was Freya's slender straight legs. Then, it was her curvy body.

He did not know if the director of the TV station had done it intentionally, he moved the camera to the audience for a few seconds. The men stared at Freya and swallowed, not hiding the shock and desire in their eyes. Freya maintained her smile on stage, and wherever she looked, the spot would grow noisy and she would smile even more happily.

She enjoyed such raw adulation?

"Crack!"

The television remote was crushed by Chris. He ripped off the plug of the television viciously.

Eyesore!

"Chris, can you please accept Freya?" Joanne sighed. "She said she wanted to shine brilliantly for you to see. Please, she already has quite a few bright spots. Don't make her keep digging for them."

Chris sat on the sofa and massaged his temples. "She'll lose all interest soon. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about her." Joanne prompted Chris intentionally. "I'm just worried about that circle. It is as dirty underneath as it is bright on the surface. There were so many men who wanted to prey on Freya who was young and fresh. You know that. Anyway, you figure it out."

Joanne hung up. Freya had already finished her catwalk and other models participating in the competition walked out. Their figures and appearance were all stunning, but Freya shone brighter.

Freya seemed as if she really shone on the stage. She attracted the eyes of everyone and amazed everyone.

Joanne dug into her ice cream and thought, perhaps Freya had really found her right straight?

"Young Madam," Simon walked up to her and said, "A certain Scott is here to look for you. He said that he's your father."

Steven!

Joanne put down her ice cream and looked out of the door warily. She said after a while, "Let him in."

She did not know why Steven would come to find her at a time like this, but she believed that Steven would not dare to hurt her in the Lambert's house.

Steven smiled as he entered wearing an expensive suit. He said, "Joanne, the sayings were right. Girls would always side their husbands. Even I, your father has to press on the doorbell and get your agreement before I can enter."

"Mr. Scott, you've remembered wrongly, haven't you?" Joanne smiled coldly and continued, "I already told you at the charity gala that day that we no longer have any relationship. It is rather funny that you call yourself my father now."

"You sent Mia to jail on the charge of leaking the privacy of others, and used the excuse of assaulting the police to send your aunt there too." Steven's face darkened. "You're still angry after this?"

Joanne heard the underlying current and said, "You're here to get me to retract my charges and let them return home? If that's really the case, I..."

She would definitely not agree to it!

"Of course not." Steven smiled and interrupted Joanne. "I'm here to tell you that you and Brian do not have to continue acting any longer."

Joanne hid her shock and kept her gaze calmly on Steven as if she had not understood what she was hearing. There was not a hint of emotion that was revealed on her face.

"Joanne, you're really like your mother. You're even more outstanding than her." Steven said. "Look, if I did not know about it, I would have been tricked by your expression."

Joanne remained calm and said, "What do you know? Would you mind sharing with me?"

"You and Brian do not have feelings for each other. You only got married, I guess, to scare me." Steven said, his eyes fixed on Joanne. "Are all the things I said correct?"

"I don't even know about all these things." Joanne laughed. "Mr. Scott, you're really well-informed."

"I know you studied criminal psychology abroad. Don't try to wage a psychological war with me." Steven lost his patience and said with a frosty expression. "Will I come look for you without evidence?"

He had something in his hands!

Joanne understood Steven. He would never fight a battle he was not confident in. She only wanted to know where Steven heard that she and Brian would divorce in two years.

Steven took out his mobile and played a phone recording.

"Brian promised me personally that he and Joanne would divorce in two years."

"I don't want to see Brian have such a hard time acting as if he were in love."

...

Rosalyn's voice was very cold and seemed to be mocking Joanne with every single word.

Joanne looked down and something seemed to flash past her eyes.

She admitted defeat in this confrontation with Steven. She had lost to Rosalyn's statement, "Brian is very tired."

She finally knew that Brian did not care about her. He was just acting very realistically.

Furthermore, he was really tired of acting.

Steven saw Joanne looking down and lit a cigar. He said in the manner of someone who was in control of the situation, "I suspected the truth behind your marriage, but I have never thought that Brian would be willing to marry you and lie to me, and would act so well. However, it seems now that the person he truly loves is Rosalyn. He's only just giving you two years. I almost believed that he really cared about you.

"Joanne, you and Chris cannot win against me!" A ferocious expression appeared on Steven's hypocritical face. He stood up and said, "Chris cannot suppress my Scott Group! Also, nine years ago, I was the one who let your auntie appear before your mother."

Joanne's mother was ill then. The doctor had instructed not to aggravate her but Steven had intentionally made Patricia appear before her?

Joanne understood something and she leaped at him, her eyes red. "You did it intentionally. You wanted to kill my mother intentionally!"

Steven laughed sinisterly like an antagonist who had gotten his desire and left.

Hatred soared in Joanne's heart, filling it completely. If she had a knife in her hands, she might even rush up and stab Steven.

But her rationale would not allow her to do so. Her chest rose and fell violently and she felt as if she could not breathe.

Tears suddenly flowed from her eyes.

She did not know if it was because of her mother's death.

Or because of the statement, "Brian is very tired of acting."

This was the first time Simon saw Joanne crying. He hurried over with the phone and said, "Young Madam, Young Master is looking for you."

"Tell him I'm busy."

She wiped the tears off her face and ran upstairs.

Actually, Brian was the one who was really busy. He was in the middle of his meeting when Simon suddenly called and said that Steven had come. He did not know what Steven said, but Joanne was behaving oddly. He asked Simon to pass the phone to Joanne.

"Young Master, Young Madam doesn't want to answer the phone. Simon said awkwardly. "You think of another way to contact her?"

Brian frowned and then hung up the phone and announced that the meeting has ended for now. Then, he took his mobile and left the meeting room.

A bunch of overseas workers looked confusedly at Gavin who had just hurried to New York from Nepal. They asked him with their eyes, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing!" Gavin said with a smile. "Everyone has times when they miss their wives, right? Furthermore, our Boss is still a newlywed."

The news of Brian's marriage had spread both in and outside the country. Everyone's expression became one of understanding.

They were newlyweds, and it was normal for them to feel that being apart for a few days was like being apart for a few years.

To Brian right now, every passing second indeed felt like years.

Joanne refused to answer his call and she did not pick up her mobile when he called.

Brian's frown grew deeper. His heart felt as if it was being wrung by an invisible hand. He felt annoyed and anxious for some reason.

His fingers scrolled on the mobile screen and he dialed Joanne's number again...