A Surrogate's Deal of Blood and Love!

"Winnie, why are you so quiet, you idiot?" The shout that came from the voice of a well-built man made the daydreaming Winnie jump in surprise.

Winnie had been a housekeeper at a hotel in San Antonio for the past five months. She had to work hard because her crazy mother had been arrested for drugs and her mother was in so much debt that her house was about to be seized by the bank.

The fat man was her boss, he walked up to her with eyes that always looked lustful as he stared at Winnie.

"Or do you want to be my sex slave, without having to work like this?" he whispered, one of his big hands groping Winnie's ass.

Quickly, Winnie pushed her boss's body away. "Don't ever touch me again! Or I'll report you to the police!" she threatened.

Winnie wanted to hit the old man, but still, as a poor person, she would lose.

"Damn it. Do you think you're the only beautiful woman here? Many employees want to sleep with me!" the old man replied, balancing his body again.

He walked up to Winnie and grabbed her chin firmly.

"You are nothing but a trashy woman, Winnie! If you continue like this, with your arrogant nature, you will be hated by everyone here!" he warned.

"I can fire you right now. How's that?"

"Winnie, VIP room 25, would like her room cleaned immediately." One of the employees who was there broke the tension between the two of them.

He seemed surprised to see Winnie being treated harshly by his boss.

"Quick, do it properly, shit!" Because someone saw him torturing Winnie, the old man quickly walked out of the employee-only room.

"Winnie, are you okay?" He ran over to Winnie and hugged her body which was now shaking from crying.

"We should report him to the police, Winnie!" said Frans– her friend and manager at the hotel.

"Report him? What if I end up being the one accused again?" replied Winnie with tears in her eyes.

Frans was silent, it was true that if we had money, everything could be solved easily.

"I'm going back to work ... Frans, please don't tell anyone what that damn man did to me!" Winnie said as she wiped away the tears on her cheeks as she walked away to do her work.

With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very sexy-looking body, 25-year-old Winnie Amberlynn is every man's dream. She could have left her current job and become a prostitute. But she didn't want to do that.

She was so traumatized and disgusted that her mother was always changing men and screaming for help because her boyfriends always treated her badly. So her mother became a drug addict and a dealer too.

This, in turn, ruined her life. And Winnie didn't want to be like her mom.

She pressed the doorbell, waiting for someone in the VIP room to open the door, soon after, the door was opened by a woman.

Winnie's eyes widened in disbelief, she also shook her head, this couldn't be happening.

"Winnie ...."

"Forgive me, you have the wrong person. I'm an employee here and just wanted to clean the room-"

"Where have you been all this time, Winnie?" interrupted the woman.

"Where is that woman? What did she do to you to make you work like this?" she asked again.

Winnie smiled smugly, fixing the woman with a hateful glare.

"Are you playing dumb?"

"The person who should be asking is me ... Where have you and your favorite father been? Why didn't you try to find me?" the woman continued.

What exactly was the relationship between the two of them?

"Honey, is the officer here yet?" said a man walking towards the door.

His eyes stared at a blonde woman standing outside the door, obviously making the man surprised as well.

"What is she doing here?"

"Forgive me, I'll send another officer to clean your room." Winnie quickly left there.

What exactly was the relationship between Winnie and that VIP customer? Why were their reactions so tense?

"She must be stalking us!" the man said.

"Oh Gosh. We should change hotels immediately!" he continued.

"Shut up, Oliver! I -- I'm still in shock that she's suddenly here ..."

Winnie and Whitney are separated twin sisters. Since childhood, they have been separated due to their divorced parents.

Whitney lived with her father in New York, her father an official in the United States. While Winnie lives with her mother, a woman who always makes trouble, living in poverty for many years.

Amberlynn's family–Whitney's father's family, hated Winnie's mother because, to them, she was a bad luck woman who could give the family a bad name. So, they kicked her out. And unluckily, it was Winnie who was taken in by her mother and became the bad luck lady!

"No! We have to go now, Whitney! I don't want them to ruin your life and your family!"

Whitney's husband–Oliver Genevieve, was a wealthy man in UK, but when his business expanded to the United States, he decided to move there for a while and accidentally met Whitney.

And now he is a very successful businessman both in the US and the UK.

Seeing her husband so protective of her, Whitney smiled bitterly. Because until now, she had not been able to provide Genevieve's family with offspring.

They both decided to go on a vacation to San Antonio to relieve the sadness of knowing the painful facts about their little family.

"Oliver, don't think too much about it. Because for now, she's not important to us," Whitney said.

"But, Honey-"

"You're trying to avoid our problems, aren't you? By exaggerating Winnie's presence?" guessed Whitney.

Oliver sat down next to her and took her hand.

Oliver's sigh was visible on Whitney's face. "I don't care, even if we both don't have children, I'll still be faithful to you ... Even my family doesn't mind-"

"I heard your parents want grandchildren so badly, they're even worried that Genevieve's family won't have a successor!" he explained with a face full of annoyance and sadness mixed.

Her husband and his family loved her very much. However, Whitney as a wife naturally felt like a failure because she couldn't have children.

She has an autoimmune disease, so doctors do not recommend her to have children from her womb. While it is still possible to conceive, it can also increase the risk of complications during pregnancy. So, Oliver, who loves his wife very much, doesn't want that to happen. They should live happily and maybe one day, adopt a child.

"What about the New Year's holiday, do you want us to go to-"

"Stop it, Oliver! You always change the subject when I talk about our future, for Genevieve's family." Once again, Whitney interrupted her husband.

"So, you want me to force you to get pregnant, right? And that could be bad for the future! Both for you and the baby! I don't want to take any chances!" explained Oliver, who tried hard to keep a low profile when he learned that his wife was not advised to get pregnant due to her illness.

There was no conversation between them for several minutes. Because both of them hurt each other if they kept remembering the situation.

Just as Oliver was about to stand up from his seat, Whitney raised her voice again, "What about surrogacy? Oliver, didn't your friend do the same thing?"

The question came out of Whitney's mouth, who knows how long his wife had been thinking about it? However, it made Oliver's anger flare up again. Perhaps this was the first time, Oliver showed his angry expression to his wife.

"And now, the one who needs to shut up is you, Whitney Amberlynn!"

"As husband and wife, we need to talk about our future!" Whitney replied.

"Our future? Haven't I given everything for both of our happiness? Is that not enough for you?"

"As a husband and wife whose family needs offspring, I would say not enough. But, if we both lived simply, unlike today, I would say enough, even if we didn't have children," Whitney said.

An answer that made Oliver's heart cry. Given that his family needed offspring for Genevieve's company, it certainly required that they both have offspring.

Oliver is currently the only child in Genevieve's family, as his brother passed away when he was still a teenager. So his parents relied heavily on him.

"I'm sorry, Whitney. I know we should have children. But I don't want to do it with another woman!"

After saying that, Oliver left the hotel room. He wanted to get some fresh air. But when he walked to the gazebo, he met Winnie again.

"I want to talk to you!" Oliver said with his hunter eyes that made Winnie's heart race because it was so scary.

"I won't bother Whitney! My life is already difficult. So, this meeting was completely accidental!" Winnie said in a quiet voice. Because no one knew this fact.

Although many people who knew her, often said that Winnie looked a lot like Oliver's wife. But Winnie was quick to deny it and tried her best to look different from Whitney. Because she didn't want anything to do with her twin.

But no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't deny that she and Whitney were twins.

Winnie had blonde hair, like her father, while Whitney had jet-black hair like her mother. That was the only difference between the two of them. However, Winnie also did her makeup in a Latin style. So that people around her would no longer associate her with Whitney.

"Quick, come with me!" Without asking first, Oliver pulled Winnie's arm to a place where there were no people around.

"Let go of me, this hurts! I'll scream!" Winnie tried to remove her arm from Oliver but was unsuccessful as her strength was no match for Oliver's.

After making sure no one was there, Oliver stopped his steps and looked directly at Winnie.

Even in his heart, he said, "Oh God, she looks so much like my wife."

"Don't ever tell anyone that you're Whitney's twin! If you dare to take that risk, then you'll suffer the consequences!" Oliver warned while glaring at Winnie.

Instead of being scared, this time Winnie laughed as if she underestimated Oliver's threat.

"If I wanted to do it, I would have done it a long time ago! But, until now, you didn't care at all, right? I don't care about you two at all. Shouldn't the one who hates you be me? Because I'm a victim of that damn family! They threw me away as if I wasn't their flesh and blood! They separated me from Whitney on purpose! Just because when I was little, my mom chose me to live with her. Why do I look like a criminal to you now? That damn family should be the ones apologizing to me!"

For a long time, Winnie harbored deep pain because she was so tormented by being dumped by her father's family and separated from her twin sister.

"What did they say about me that you hate me? Oh or did Whitney tell you that she has a twin sister so she's so embarrassed?"

Because someone called Winnie's name, Oliver left immediately. Although he was not content to warn the blonde woman not to ruin his wife's life. Although in truth, his wife's life was fine. But since he and his wife were having problems, then anyone would be an easy target for him to vent his emotions.

"Winnie, are you okay?" asked Frans–her friend who cared about her the most.

"Frans, I never bothered that damn family! Why am I being blamed now?" asked Winnie with tears in her eyes. To be honest, she felt sad and disgusted. She had always referred to her father's family as a damn family.

For never giving her a decent life.

The only person who knew the facts about Winnie's family was her best friend, Frans.

"I will always be by your side, Winnie. Whatever you want to do, I will help you." Frans took Winnie into his arms, giving comfort to the poor blonde woman.

"Is your job here just to make out?" The voice of the woman they knew so well. The two of them quickly broke the embrace.

"Winnie, you still have a job to clean the tables in the restaurant!" the woman said again with her arms folded across her chest.

"Isn't that your job?" asked Winnie who didn't want to be constantly interrupted by others.

The woman walked towards her with eyes that always showed hatred towards her. She don't even know why that woman hated Winnie so much.

Winnie had never once taken care of her life.

"Then, I'll tell the boss that you're lazy. And you'll be fired immediately. How about it?" she asked, threatening her of course.

"Fuck off. Fuck you! Just because you're now his bitch, doesn't mean all your work can be done by other employees!"

Did she think Winnie would give up? Oh, of course not!

"You fucking bitch! Are you jealous of me?"

"Pardon me? Jealous?" Winnie smiled smugly as if belittling the bitch.

The woman's eyes looked westward and knew her boss was walking over to check on the conditions in the gazebo.

At that moment, she made a sly move.

"Aw! It hurts! Why did you slap me?"

Of course, this caught the attention of her boss. Because the bitch's screams were quite loud.

"What happened?" her boss asked as he walked towards them.

"Winnie slapped me because she didn't want to do her job!" she replied. Of course, it was bullshit.

"Damn it. Who do you think you are? Have you forgotten that you still have to work here because of your mother's debt to me?" Her boss, who of course believed the bitch, immediately scolded her.

It turned out to be true. When she was about to be evicted from her own house because it was about to be seized by the bank, Winnie begged her boss to lend her money because if her house was seized, then she would have nowhere to live.

At first, her brash boss doesn't want to give her the loan for free, in the sense that she has to become his prostitute first. Winnie refused.

But luckily, the boss's wife knew that Winnie needed help. So, the boss's wife helps her out.

How could her fucking boss have such a nice wife?

"No, Sir! She's lying! Winnie didn't touch her skin at all!" Frans immediately came to Winnie's defense because he was there.

"Frans, why do you still want to be friends with her? Do you want to be a drug dealer like her mother? How would your parents react if they knew their son was friends with a drug dealer's son?"

"Okay then, what about the CCTV? Is the CCTV there not working properly?" Frans asked challenging the bitch.

Instantly, the woman's face turned into panic. And her boss who noticed the difference in the woman's face immediately tried to defend her. Even though he knew her employee was lying.

"Frans, if you interfere once again, then I will fire you!" he threatened.

Frans' position at that time was already the hotel manager. It was a pretty good position to be in.

Suddenly, Winnie's hand was pulled by her boss who walked over to the customers who were sunbathing there and some were swimming.

"Attention, Everyone ... I'd like to ask your opinion!" her boss said, making the customers turn their eyes towards Winnie.

"She just slapped one of the employees here for not doing her job. Do you think I should fire her? Or let her keep working here since she owes me so much?"

Meanwhile, from the south, Whitney was watching a show that embarrassed her twin sister.

"Look at her, she's acting like her mom now!" said Oliver, who was unknowingly behind Whitney.

"Winnie would never do that! She's being slandered!" Whitney replied with confidence.

Even though they had been separated for a long time. A twin sister's instincts can never be wrong.

Whitney now looked at her husband with a serious face. "Oliver... What if she becomes the surrogate mother for Genevieve's future offspring? Won't no one realize that it's not me carrying our child, but my twin?"

How would Oliver answer? And what made Whitney suddenly think of making her twin a surrogate mother for her future child?

Winnie's fate? She was laid off, but with one caveat, if she didn't return her boss's money within a week, her house would be seized.

Fuck. Her life was a complete mess. How could the universe never be on her side? Not even for one second!

"You can use my savings to pay for it," said Frans, who was now on the beach, sitting down to the night breeze and the sound of the waves.

"No, Frans. Your mother already dislikes me, how could she know that her son's savings were being used to pay the debt of a useless woman like me?"

She could no longer enjoy the beautiful beach at night. Because right now, her head felt like it was going to explode. Thinking of how she could earn more money.

"Oh yeah, what if you borrow it from Whitney?" He don't know if he meant it or not when he said it, but right now all Frans could think about was Winnie's twin living a life of wealth!

"In that case, do I have to feel humiliated for the second time today?" asked Winnie, a question Frans couldn't answer.

"Sorry."

"Frans, do you know what Oliver Genevieve was like?" asked Winnie again, curious about Whitney's husband.

"He's a very respected man in UK and the United States. His business is now famous overseas for the quality of his materials. The models they use are high-class models. Genevieve's family is involved in humanitarian and security organizations. And Oliver Genevieve, one year ago, was on the list of the world's youngest filthy rich," says Frans, who knows the family well.

"He also gained more praise when he participated in the fight against corruption in the UK and US. That's why everyone loves him so much," he continues.

Hearing this, Winnie could only smile bitterly. Because her twin had fared so well, married to a man who would never run out of wealth for generations.

Winnie's head looked up at the San Antonio sky. Unconsciously, tears began to roll down her beautiful cheeks.

Frans, who realized this, immediately pulled Winnie into his arms.

"Why didn't fate favor me at all, Frans? Why did my mother at that time choose me to live with her? Why wasn't I as lucky as Whitney?"

She cried in her best friend's arms. It was not new for Frans to hear Winnie's every complaint. He wanted to help Winnie, but his mother hated Winnie because of what people said about her.

Just as Frans was about to answer her, his cell phone suddenly rang, indicating an incoming call. He quickly let go of Winnie's embrace.

"Mom," he whispered. He quickly picked up the phone from his mother.

["Hello, Mom–"]

["Frans, where are you? Hurry to the hospital ... Your father ... Your father was taken to the hospital ...."] On the other end of the line, his mother was crying bitterly.

["Alright, I'll be right there."] Frans quickly turned off the phone.

"I have to go to the hospital now ... My father, he's been taken to the hospital." Frans' face looked panicked.

"Winnie, you go straight home and don't think too much. I have to go now."

Frans kissed Winnie on the forehead and then ran off in his car.

And now, Winnie was alone on the beach. As the weather was getting colder and it was getting late, she decided to return to her house on foot.

Because it was not far from her house.

15 minutes later, she arrived at her house. However, her steps stopped when she saw her twin standing right in front of her house.

Her eyes narrowed and walked towards Whitney who smiled faintly at her.

"What are you doing here? Is your husband spying on me?" she asked sarcastically.

"Why haven't you returned to New York yet?" she asked again.

"Oh yeah, I apologize for the way Oliver treated you this morning ... I came here, I wanted to have a serious talk with you," Whitney said as she looked at her twin with a sad look on her face.

To be honest, she wanted to be close to her twin. But due to the circumstances that forced her, she had to give up on living apart from her twin.

"I don't have time, Whitney. I'm already too tired. Tomorrow morning, I have to find another job," Winnie said as she walked to her door to open it.

But she was stopped in her tracks by Whitney's words. "I can't get pregnant. I have an immune disease."

Now Winnie's body turned 180 degrees to look at her twin.

"No kidding." Winnie shook her head and her eyes stung at the words.

"Yeah, Winnie. I'm a sick woman. I can't have children."

Whitney's teary eyes made Winnie's heart weak. She quickly led her twin into her house.

Then, closed the door tightly. "I'm sorry if things aren't as good at my house as they are at yours." Winnie straightened the clothes that had not yet been folded and put away in her wardrobe.

"Winnie, I want to apologize for what happened. I should have stayed with you ...."

"Oh, Whitney, please don't think about that. Right now all you have to think about is your recovery."

They both hugged each other tightly. Feeling the sadness, the pain, that each other felt.

"I -- I don't know what to do, Winnie. Genevieve's family must have children. While I-- I'm a failed woman ... I'm a failed wife to Oliver."

More and more, Whitney's cries grew louder. And with it, her embrace of Winnie grew tighter.

"You can get pregnant, Whitney. You have to keep thinking–"

"No, I can't. If I get pregnant, it's going to make my condition and the condition of the fetus even more worrisome. So, there's no point." Whitney let go of the hug.

Now she looked at her twin meaningfully. "Winnie, do you want to help me? I mean, we work together, how?"

"Work together?" Winnie's eyebrows knitted together, showing a confused expression on her face.

"I want you to be the surrogate mother for my and Oliver's future child. Give birth to Genevieve's offspring. Because you're the only one I can rely on right now. And I ... I will give you whatever you need."

For some reason, when she heard that, it was like she was hit by a hot rock multiple times.

So, her twin was here to take advantage of her?

"Whitney, I know I'm poor. But I also have pride. Being a surrogate mom? Gosh, are you out of your mind?"

"You would never want to visit me if you didn't have to, would you?" she said again, her face full of disappointment.

"It's not that, Winnie ... I don't know what else to do. And the only way is to make you a surrogate mother for my son. You're beautiful, you're smart ... I'd be very happy if-"

"Get out of my house! And never set foot in my house again!" Winnie opened the door to get her twin out of the house.

"Don't you need the money to pay off what you owe that damn guy at the hotel?"

"Look, Whitney, I'm sorry to hear that you're sick. But I don't want to do that crazy idea with you either. I may be poor, but I still have my pride! So, please get out of my house now!"

How will this twin-sister tension continue? Will Whitney continue to plead with Winnie? And will Winnie finally change her mind?

***

"Mr. Oliver, the clothing product that has just been launched at the Kyler Company, the motif is the same as the one produced by Genevieve's company last winter ...," said Oliver's secretary, Alex.

Alex handed over the photos that the Kyler Company had just released this winter. And when he saw them, Oliver's emotions immediately flared up.

"Contact the Kyler Company. If he doesn't admit it, then I'll sue him!" Oliver said.

How dare anyone try to disturb Oliver Genevieve's peace. He was currently in a bad mood because his wife still wouldn't talk to him.

Looking for a surrogate mother? And make his wife's twin cousin a surrogate mother? Oliver rejected it outright!

"Yes, Mr."

"Send two people to spy on his company. If proven wrong, just look at the losses his company will receive!"

"Mr, you've been summoned by Sir Genevieve to his residence," Alex said again.

"To London? Goodness, all right."

If his father– Sir Genevieve had summoned him, it meant they had something important to talk about.

Then, one of his bodyguards approached the two of them. Informing them that the illegal photographer had been arrested and was now in the dark room.

In case you're wondering, the dark room is a room that people in the United States are familiar with. Even people in the UK know about it.

Due to Oliver's involvement in the security organization as well in this country, he also has the task of investigating people who commit criminal acts.

There have been many criminals who have been detained by Oliver and it didn't end well. Having to rot in prison for decades.

Oliver's footsteps entered the cell. Several prisoners bowed their heads when they saw Oliver's arrival.

Oliver's eyes fell on cell number 43. He smiled smugly at the illegal photographer who was sitting huddled while enduring the cold weather today.

"Oh, you're the one photographing models for my company these days?"

"Mr. Oliver, forgive me ... I'm just doing my job." At the sight of Oliver, the damn photographer approached the cell and his gaze was very apologetic.

However, would Oliver feel sorry for him? Of course not. Because it was already too late.

The illegal photographer was secretly taking pictures of every activity done by the models working for the cover of the magazine in Genevieve's company. Of course, the models felt uncomfortable and insecure about being followed. Even worse, he edited their photos as if they were posing nude and shared them on social media. To give the models a bad image in the eyes of the public.

"Who sent you?" asked Oliver with his deadly stare.

The illegal photographer didn't answer right away. He lowered his head with a very agitated face.

"Take him out quickly! Take him to a dark room!" Oliver ordered.

His two guards nodded their heads and immediately opened the cell. Forcibly pulling the illegal photographer to be dragged into the dark room.

Where the prisoners would be tied up and there was no light at all. If they were unwilling to confess their sins, then they would remain there, starving and asphyxiated by the cramped space.

"Mr.Oliver, I can explain-"

"Then explain it in that beautiful room," Oliver replied with a grin.

The prisoner was forced to sit there with his hands tied. There was not a single glimmer of light that he could see. Only Oliver's voice could be heard in the next room. Mainly to interrogate him.

"So, who hired you?" asked Oliver, not wanting to linger.

"I -- i can't."

"All right. Enjoy your time there. Oh yeah, watch out for scorpions down there," warned Oliver.

"Mr, please get me out of here as soon as possible!"

As each prisoner entered the room for interrogation, Genevieve's team would find out what their weaknesses were.

And the photographer had a weakness for scorpions.

"You can only talk if you say who hired you and on what basis that person ordered you," said Oliver who was sitting casually in the next room waiting for the prisoner's honesty.

"Aaaa! Help! I have a phobia of scorpions!" He moved so much that his breathing felt labored.

"Help! Get me out of here!"

"If you keep shouting, then we will multiply the scorpions. So that they will crawl onto your body. Don't you need some company in there?"

"Mr. Oliver, please let me out ... I'm just a helpless person." There was a shout from inside. But it didn't knock Oliver's icy heart. If they didn't confess their sins then the door of that room would never open.

"I -- I was threatened by Mr. Jude."

"Damn it. I knew that pest wanted to challenge me. I should have exterminated it long ago!"

"He didn't say anything else. He just told me to stalk your models and edit the photos," he continued with a trembling voice because he was so afraid of this phobic animal.

Then, just as he was about to ask the prisoner another question, Alex walked up to him and whispered next to his right ear, "Ms. Whitney is in your office, Mr."

"All right. You handle this prisoner first. Ask more about that damn Jude!"

Having said that, Oliver walked wide-eyed into his office to greet his beloved wife who hadn't said she was coming to his office.

The door was opened by Oliver, and there, on the sofa, was his wife who saw his presence with a face that was difficult to interpret.

"Honey, why didn't you say-"

"I wanted us to get a divorce."

"What do you mean?" Oliver sat down next to his wife. And his eyes were fixed on a piece of paper, his mind already wandering somewhere.

"Honey, of course, I don't want to."

"I don't want to either. But I have to do it. Because I want the best for you, for your family. Find another woman out there who can give Genevieve a child."

"What are you talking about? No ... No ... Whitney! I will never sign this paper! This is insane!" Oliver picked up the letter containing his wife's request for divorce.

Quickly, Oliver tore up the divorce papers. How could he divorce the woman he loved so much?

Now tears were rolling down Whitney's cheeks. "Well, if you don't want to divorce me, then you have to agree to Winnie being a surrogate mother for our future child. If you still won't accept my idea, then I'm out of your life!"

What would Oliver choose? What a tough decision! And why is Whitney so sure that Winnie will be the surrogate mother for her child? Didn't Winnie reject her outright?

"Damn it." Mr. Oliver knows that photographer? What a useless little bastard! I shouldn't have hired him!"

The trip to Canada suddenly became the most frustrating trip for Jude Kyler. He was going to attend a dinner with the bigwigs in Toronto.

"They had guessed that the winter clothes Kyler Company had just worn were the same as Genevieve Groups' winter clothes last year," said his secretary.

Jude's face changed like someone who had just been caught doing something. He swallowed hard. Wasn't this what was going to happen in the end?

Boldly, Jude gave orders to his designer to copy the winter clothes model released by Genevieve Groups.

"Call a lawyer now! We can't lose!" said Jude confidently.

However, there was no denying the look of fear on his face. This was all because of his father, who had influenced him since childhood to think that one day, their company would have to defeat the Genevieve Group. This company, owned by Jude's family, had below-average products and quality.

How determined was he to destroy Genevieve's company?

"Mr, you have a dinner invitation from Mr. Oliver," his secretary said again.

"Shit ... Why is he so fast?" He threw a glass on the table at random. Because he was so panicked at that moment.

"Just give me a reason to refuse!"

"Yes, Mr."

Jude took a deep breath and exhaled roughly.

"We'll be at the restaurant soon, Mr," his secretary said again.

Quickly, Jude straightened his formal attire to keep it looking presentable. He had a lot on his mind at the moment.

"Oliver Genevieve, no matter how tall you are, I will ruin your life!" he said to himself.

His father was instrumental in destroying Genevieve's business. And making Kyler Company the leading company in the US.

Getting out of the car, he walked into the restaurant. He felt proud to finally be invited to a dinner that was only attended by important people in the US and Canada.

He was welcomed in by the waiter. And immediately greeted the bigwigs present.

"Good evening, Everyone ... Am I late?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Of course not. Dinner is still going on at exactly 7pm. There's still one more honored guest who hasn't arrived yet," said one of the bigwigs.

Jude's brow furrowed as he wondered who this honorable person was.

Soon after, all the bigwigs stood up in unison and smiled kindly at the sight of the handsome man who walked gallantly into the restaurant.

"Mr. Oliver ...." Jude's heart skipped a beat, sweat starting to pour down his forehead. Shouldn't Oliver not be on the guest list for this dinner? However, why was the man who was now in front of him walking haughtily while looking at him as if belittling him?

"Hello, Good evening, Everyone ... I'm sorry I'm a bit late, because today, I had to take care of a little pest who wanted to bother Genevieve Group," said Oliver who was sitting in the main seat there.

There was so much respect for Oliver Genevieve.

"Who is trying to disrupt your company, Mr. Genevieve?" asked one of the people there.

Oliver's eyes glanced at Jude. "Just a little pest whose name is not even known in this world. However, by not knowing himself, he wants to make my company his rival."

"What do you think, Mr. Jude?"

At the same time as the question was addressed to Jude, Jude was sipping whiskey to ease his nerves. However, when Oliver asked such a question, he immediately coughed.

"Oh, take it easy, Mr. Jude ... Everyone here hasn't even touched the drinks and food yet. But you must be looking forward to tasting them."

Jude wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. If he knew Oliver was coming to this dinner, he wouldn't have come.

"Mmmh, yeah, the Genevieve Group is already at the top level. If anyone wants to compete with it, they should know better," Jude replied with an embarrassed look on his face.

"It's good to be aware," Oliver replied again while looking at Jude meaningfully.

That made the atmosphere even more tense. And the others realized that there was something between the two of them.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Jude, didn't you say that you were on a business trip to Japan? Then why are you sitting here now?"

As we already know, an Oliver Genevieve would never want to lose especially if his opponent is not at all comparable to him.

"Mmmh, yeah, I'm going to Japan after this." Jude's palm holding the glass clenched it tightly. Trying desperately to keep his emotions from exploding. Because he knew that Oliver would win.

"Then, when you get back from Japan, you'll have a surprise." Oliver stood up from his seat, was he leaving already? He hadn't even touched his food yet.

"Oh yeah, before I go, I want to warn you, if you touch Genevieve Group one more time, see what will happen."

"Mmmhh, what about your wife's death being so mysterious?" Oliver continued, smiling meaningfully and also seeing the various reactions of the higher-ups there.

They are completely silent. But on the other hand, they were also confused by the ongoing feud between Oliver Genevieve and Jude Kyler.

"Everyone, I'm sorry I have to go home now because I still have to take care of some work at my company. Do you remember Genevieve Group's winter outfit last year? Well, someone tried to copy it and I'm going to sue that company. Until they plead guilty. Alright, Everyone, I apologize if this dinner didn't go well. Then, I'll take my leave."

After saying that, Oliver walked out of the restaurant and Alex-his personal secretary immediately informed him of the important news.

"Mr. Oliver, we found the grave of Jude's late wife!"

"Good! Do an autopsy immediately!"

Since Jude's wife had only died 6 months ago, perhaps her body was still intact.

See, Jude Kyler? If you try to interfere with Oliver Genevieve, then all the crimes you committed will soon be revealed!

Meanwhile, Jude who was still inside the restaurant with the others didn't know how to react.

"Mr. Jude, you didn't disturb the Genevieve Group, did you?" asked one of the men sitting next to him.

Jude didn't answer, not even thinking clearly at that moment.

His hand reached for the cell phone in his pocket. Then, he typed something to his secretary, [Immediately attack Mr. Oliver's wife! Make her helpless!]

Because everyone knows, Oliver loves his wife very much. Therefore, wouldn't destroying his loved one destroy him as well?

***

"There's no work for the son of a convict! We don't want to dirty the reputation of our restaurant!"

One of the managers at a restaurant rejected her outright because he knew Winnie's mother was a convict.

This wasn't the first time Winnie had been rejected because her mother was a convict. And that fact drove Winnie crazy!

Then, if she couldn't work, she had no money and couldn't eat.

She can't even pay the debt that her boss is charging her.

Where should she go now?

"Look, the bitch is looking for work!" said one of the women as they gathered to eat at the restaurant. Because they heard Winnie being cursed at by the restaurant manager.

"She should be a prostitute. Because no one would accept her-"

Before the woman could continue, Winnie walked up to her and grabbed her hair hard.

"Become a prostitute? Isn't that what you two do?" she asked, unable to contain her anger.

"It hurts! Let go!" the woman shouted as Winnie grabbed her very hard.

Not long after, a security guard came and broke up the fight. "Please leave now ... Don't make any more noise in this restaurant!" said the security guard, who seemed to be siding with the woman.

Winnie smiled with a grin, seeing how unfair the world was to poor people like her.

"You guys fucking funny. You saw what happened firsthand, didn't you? Was I wrong to defend myself because they called me that?"

This time Winnie's gaze was fixed on everyone who was eating there and witnessing the incident firsthand.

"Yet you all chose to remain silent." Winnie shrugged her shoulders and made a face as if she didn't care.

After that, she left. Because there was no point, no matter how much she defended herself, no one would be on her side.

3 hours later, being extremely tired and having yet to find a job, Winnie chose to sleep in her house. Although her mind and heart were not at ease, as she had yet to find a job.

Then she heard someone knocking on her door very loudly.

"Shit. Is that the damn boss?" Winnie immediately sat up from her bed.

"Open up! Quick!" she shouted from outside.

She couldn't help but go out and open the door. There was no way she could hide in her room. Someone outside would soon break down the door.

The door was opened by Winnie. Two men and two large women appeared. One of the women, Winnie recognized, was the woman she had fought with earlier.

"Damn it. She made my daughter cry!"

"Poor woman like you, how dare you touch my daughter's skin! I want this damn woman brought to justice!" the old woman said dramatically.

Winnie's eyes looked up at the woman who smiled slyly at her.

"Shit. I should have held my temper!" she cursed to herself.

It turned out that the woman was a person of considerable power. And could easily manipulate the story.

"You have to compensate! My daughter is traumatized because you have abused her!" threatened the woman's father.

"I'm just replying to your daughter's words-"

"Alright. If you refuse to give the compensation money. Then tomorrow you must come to the police station and if you don't, the police will drag you here! So prepare a lawyer who is willing to be paid cheaply by you!" Having said that, they left.

Making Winnie feel like a failure in life all over again.

"Fuck ... Fuck!" Winnie slammed the glass on the table. She accidentally stepped on the side of the glass and hit the sole of her foot.

She cried there. Lamenting her misery. Ask Frans for help. Of course, it was impossible. Because his father was currently in critical condition in hospital.

Then, Winnie's cell phone rang quite loudly. With puffy eyes and aching feet, she picked up her cell phone on the table.

Her former boss was calling her back.

Winnie let out an exasperated sigh. Great, trouble comes at the same time.

["What took you so long to pick up, stupid?"]

Just as she picked up the phone from her ex-boss, her ears already ached at the shouting on the other end.

["The day after tomorrow you have to pay all your debts. If you still can't pay them, then you have to leave your house!"]

If this was the case, what else could she do? Would she have to live on the side of the road and become homeless?

Instantly, she remembered her twin's words. Who offered to cooperate with her. Should she lower her ego and accept the offer? But, if she didn't accept the offer, her life would be even more miserable.

How would Winnie decide? Will she contact her twin? And become a surrogate mother to produce Genevieve's offspring?