I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Harvey couldn’t hide at the Sterling family home forever. After spending a night there, he pondered deeply on what Meredith had said. If even bystanders didn’t believe him, how could he expect Selene to trust his sincerity? Initially, he hadn’t believed it himself.

In the following days, Harvey led a clean life. Apart from managing the company, he had no other entertainment. He avoided gatherings with beautiful women and replaced his female secretaries with male assistants. Harvey was relentless; every week, he visited Selene in prison, despite her repeated refusals to see him.

Meredith and Terrence’s wedding preparations were nearly complete. Reginald had disappeared without a trace after being wanted. As the wedding day approached, Terrence grew anxious. As long as Reginald remained a threat, it was like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

At Ravenwood, Terrence sought out Grandma Sterling. Stella and Julian had gone out; they had remarried and were now happier than ever. Grandma Sterling, being older, had become somewhat forgetful. Around Grandpa Chaucer’s death anniversary, her mood always soured. She was in her room copying Buddhist scriptures for Grandpa Chaucer.

Terrence waited in the study until she finished. When she came down, he greeted her.

“Grandma.”

“How long have you been here?” Grandma Sterling asked, fingering her prayer beads. “Why didn’t Meredith come?”

“She’s at home with Rowan,” Terrence replied as he helped Grandma Sterling to sit on the couch. “Grandma, our wedding is approaching.”

Grandma Sterling smiled. “That’s good news. You owe Meredith this wedding; it’s long overdue.”

“Yes, I want to give Meredith everything she deserves,” Terrence said. “I hope the wedding goes smoothly, but Uncle Reginald remains an unpredictable factor.”

Grandma Sterling understood. “You’re worried that your Uncle Reginald might hold a grudge and send people from Celestial Alliance to cause trouble.”

“Exactly,” Terrence said gravely. “The best way is to capture Uncle Reginald before the wedding.”

Grandma Sterling looked at Terrence knowingly. She knew that with his determination, he wouldn’t let Reginald go easily.

She sighed. “Do you have a plan?”

“I have a strategy to ensure Uncle Reginald returns to Auroraville,” Terrence said thoughtfully. “But I’ll need your help.”

“What do you need me to do?” Grandma Sterling asked.

“Uncle Reginald harbors resentment towards you,” Terrence explained. “If something serious happens to you, especially life-threatening, he’ll definitely come back.”

A person filled with hatred suddenly facing a crisis involving a loved one would undoubtedly appear.

Grandma Sterling understood his meaning immediately. The plan was feasible but harsh on her.

Yet Grandma Sterling wasn’t one to shy away from such matters. Besides being a grandmother, she was once the head of the Sterling family and possessed both vision and courage.

“Terry, do what you need to do; I’ll support you,” Grandma Sterling said firmly. “I don’t want your Uncle Reginald to continue down this wrong path.”

“Thank you for understanding, Grandma,” Terrence said warmly.

With Grandma Sterling’s approval, Terrence could proceed with his plan.

Meanwhile, in prison.

Joy Chaucer’s belly was large; she was over eight months pregnant. As her due date approached, her fear grew. Once the child was born and weaned off breast milk, she would face execution.

Joy Chaucer didn’t want to die but had no one to rely on in prison. She often dreamt of Fiona, Ruby, and Bianca-all demanding retribution from her.

Even heavily pregnant inmates had to work in prison. Outside, Joy Chaucer bullied others; inside, she was the one being bullied. In any community-even prison-where there are people, there are conflicts and oppression.

Joy Chaucer was bullied by fellow inmates; she never had enough to eat and did most of the work but dared not complain.

There was a gang leader in prison who always targeted Joy Chaucer. Whenever displeased, she would bully Joy-pulling her hair but never hitting her belly directly.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Now almost bald and mentally unstable, Joy Chaucer’s condition worsened daily.