Chapter One:

"Angel White, Austin Turner said he has never loved you. Being with you puts too much pressure on him. You'd better let go."

Angel White coldly glanced at the two people who sat on the opposite couch, full of arrogance. One was her boyfriend's mother, and the other was an ex-girlfriend who had chosen to study abroad four years ago and had now returned.

"Angel White, could you please break up with my son and let him go?"

She took a check from her LV bag. "Sign this, and the one hundred thousand will be yours."

Angel White glanced at all the zeros on the check on the table.

She smirked, her eyes icily declared, "Just with a mere hundred thousand, you want to dismiss me like I'm a beggar?"

Amanda Jackson's face changed, "What? Do you think a hundred thousand is too little?"

"When I was with Austin Turner, he had nothing. It was I who stood by him and strived and even took care of you. Even if we don’t have a marriage certificate, his net worth now exceeds a hundred million. For me, it should be at least ten million. Auntie, don't you think so?"

"Ten million?"

Amanda Jackson raised her voice, her face turning pale, "Why don’t you just rob a bank!"

"If there are no ten million, let Austin Turner come to talk to me. I have other matters now."

Angel White picked up her canvas bag, stands up, and walks towards the exit.

"She refuses to break up. What should we do?"

"I have a plan, don't worry."

Barbara Jones chased after her, stopping Angela White in the courtyard.

Fithub was a high-end property developed by Emperor Duke, with a focus on comfort and leisure. It offers wellness fitness centers, kindergartens, and all other daily necessities.

The environment of the community was peaceful and tranquil, the property purchasers here are all high-ranking individuals.

Two months ago, Angela White, Austin Turner, and his mother were all living in a shabby apartment, the monthly rent of three thousand was like a massive stone pressing down on their backs.

Now that Austin Turner's company had gone public, she had thought that she could finally enjoy the benefits, but then...

"Do you have something else to say?"

Angela White's expression was indifferent.

Looking at this beautiful face, Barbara Jones's heart was filled with hatred, but she still maintained a smile: "Angela, do you know why Austin doesn't want to touch you? Because he is a germaphobe, he thinks you're dirty. He didn't touch you before, and he won't in the future. Do you think there's any point in clinging onto him like this?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"What am I trying to say... I’m saying you're used goods, do you understand now?"

Angela White was so angry her body was shaking: "I have never done wrong to Austin Turner..."

"I know you had a child before, who if still alive, would be three years old now, right?"

Angela White paused for a moment, the thought of that child brought a pain to her heart she could barely contain. If that child was still here, would she and Austin have gotten their marriage certificate by now?

"For loose women like you, if I were a man, I'd feel sick to even take a glance at you. Only Austin is this kind-hearted, pitying your pathetic state, he wouldn't want to get dragged down in the mud."

"What nonsense are you spouting! That child, it was Austin and I..."

"You play around with random men outside and have a child, yet you want to pin the child on him. Angela White, I've never seen a woman as shameless as you!"

"No, it can't be, the child is Austin's..."

"Don't believe it? Go ask Austin. We, Austin, wouldn't want a secondhand good!"

The woman's words were filled with malice.

Angela White's face lost all its color, and memories of a painful yet euphoric night filled her mind.

She thought that the man that night was Austin Turner, but if not, then who could it be?

...

In a daze, Angela White took a taxi to Austin Technology.

Underneath the building, she called Austin Turner again and again. Unable to stand the disturbance and fearing that she would make a scene, Austin Turner finally agreed to meet her.

Angela White quickly walked up to him, ignoring the impatience on his face, and grabbed his hand, asking with a pale face, "Wasn't the man that night you?"

Austin Turner's eyes flickered, watching her eyes reddened, he felt a slight discomfort inside. He turned his head away and coldly said, "Angela, I've told you not to come to my company to find me."

"I'm asking you, was the man that night really not you?"

"No."

The man answered decisively, without any hesitation or guilt.

Angela White swayed slightly, her eyes widening: "If it wasn't you, then who was it?"

On her eighteenth birthday, Austin Turner took her to have a Western dinner at a high-end restaurant. After getting drunk, she ended up sleeping with Austin Turner. But what she didn't expect was, the man was not Austin Turner at all.

"How should I know?"

Austin Turner sounded rather impatient, "It's you who slept with him, not me. Can't you stop clinging onto me like this? Can't we part amicably?"

Brushing off her hand, he turned to walk away.

But Angela White grabbed his shirt hem again, "Why did you make me give birth to that child?"

By then, she had finished her college entrance examination. Angela White managed to get accepted into her dream university, Duke University. She had even received the admission letter. But due to her pregnancy, she was forced to drop out of school.

She didn't want the child initially, but Austin Turner insisted, claiming the child was the fruit of their love.

However, the child died immediately after birth.

She didn't even get to see the child's face.

"Because I... I didn't want you to overthink!"

"Why then didn't you keep it from me forever?"

"Angela, you..."

Suddenly, her phone rang urgently. The nurse's frantic voice struck her eardrums, "Miss White, you must come to the hospital quickly, your mother has had an accident..."

Angela White felt as if her head was about to explode. She could no longer care about questioning Austin Turner, hastily hailed a cab, and rushed to Stanford Health Care anxiously.

Not until she arrived at the hospital did she know that her mother's hysteria had acted up again. She had clung to another person's child, calling the child her daughter, and had been pushed down, bashing her head on a flower pot.

Fortunately at this moment, it was just a little scrape, and nothing serious, so she didn't dwell on it.

"Angela, did Mom cause trouble for you again?"

Natalie Nelson, who had come to her senses, was a gentle middle-aged woman, looking at her daughter with self-reproach.

"No, Mom, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Natalie Nelson shook her head and held her daughter's hand, "My illness can't be cured, don't waste your money on me anymore..."

"Mom, don't say that!"

"I know my body, I can't hold on much longer. I have no hopes in this lifetime, just hope to see you marry a good man as soon as possible. That Austin, although he looks alright, he's not a good match for you, listen to your mother's advice..."

This wasn't the first time her mother had said such things. Previously, Angela White had ignored her while engrossed in her love.

But now, she nodded slightly, "Mom, I've already broken up with Austin."

Natalie Nelson's eyes light up, "Really?"

"Mhm." Angela White nodded, "Mom, I promise you, I will get married as soon as possible..."

After taking care of her mother the whole night, Angela White was exhausted. She took a taxi intending to go back to her rental home to change clothes, then find Austin Turner for a talk.

The taxi passed by the Civil Affairs Bureau, and she inexplicably asked the driver to stop.

At this time, it was still early, and there were only a few people at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Then it suddenly occurred to her that today was April 15, and in a couple of days it would be Austin Turner's birthday. The two of them had agreed that he would register for a marriage certificate on his birthday this year.

But who would have thought...

A flicker of despair flashed in Angela White's eyes. She was about to turn and walk away when a conversation caught her attention.

"Boss, we still can't reach Miss Katherine on her phone. What should we..."

The atmosphere around them suddenly turned heavy.

Assistant Cody Moris wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, looking at his boss sitting in the wheelchair. His handsome face wore a dark expression; it was clear that he was losing his patience.

He inwardly sighed that Miss Katherine was truly incomprehensible. Despite his boss being wheelchair-bound, everything else about him was the best in Texas City. If the boss was unhappy, it seemed as though the entire city would tremble in fear.

"Let's go!"

Just as Cody Moris was about to push his boss down the stairs, a crisp and pleasant female voice sounded from behind him.

"Excuse me, by any chance, are you looking for someone to marry?"