For the first time, Alexandre suspects he's out of shape.

In the tempestuous waves of business, The Moreau Family's Pharmaceutical Company found itself in a desperate situation. Its star product, VitalShine shampoo, was exposed to contain carcinogenic substances. The quality inspection department wasted no time and dispatched staff to verify and inspect. The results confirmed this terrifying rumor, immediately triggering an outcry across the entire network. From offline stores to online platforms, waves of demands for compensation surged. In less than two hours, the company's entrance was surrounded by distributors, and a live webcast was also presenting this chaos in real - time.

Claire Wentworth watched the chaotic scene on her phone, a faint smile playing on her lips. Entrusting this matter to Luc Dupont was indeed a wise move. She knew well that the old Mr. Moreau, in an attempt to quell the storm, would surely offer some benefits in exchange, thinking that this would settle the matter. However, this was merely the beginning of the tempest.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Antoine Wentworth was also closely monitoring the crisis of The Moreau Family. He was well - aware of how The Moreau Family had built their fortune. Back then, Amélie Wentworth had insisted on arranging a marriage between Claire Wentworth and Lucas Moreau and reached an agreement with the old Mr. Moreau. At that time, he thought Amélie was too naive. After all, once she passed away, it was uncertain whether The Moreau Family would take care of Claire Wentworth.

However, could it really be just a coincidence that the problems with The Moreau Family's products emerged right after Claire Wentworth broke off her engagement with Lucas Moreau? Doubts filled Antoine Wentworth's mind. He knew that Amélie was far more intelligent than he was. Since she could scheme against The Moreau Family, could she have also set a trap for him? After all, Claire Wentworth had not only broken off her engagement with Lucas Moreau but also severed her father - daughter relationship with him.

The more Antoine Wentworth thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He immediately called the chubby bank manager. Only after learning that Claire Wentworth had not retrieved the bank safe did he heave a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had to figure out a way to use Claire Wentworth to get the safe out, so as to avoid any potential complications.

Having made up his mind, Antoine Wentworth turned to look at Damian Wentworth on the hospital bed. The more he looked, the more he thought the child resembled Hector. At this moment, Simone Lefort wiped away her tears and said, "Honey, I've thought it over. If you really can't get rid of your doubts about me, let's do a paternity test for Damian. This is for the best of both of us."

With that, right in front of Antoine Wentworth, she plucked a hair from Damian's head and handed it to him. "Go ahead. Our years of relationship shouldn't be ruined by unfounded suspicions." Without hesitation, Antoine Wentworth took the hair and got up to leave. Simone Lefort watched his back and a triumphant smile crossed her face.

In Alexandre Montfort's room, Claire Wentworth was fully engrossed in the massage work, meticulous and focused. Alexandre Montfort looked at her serious expression and unconsciously curved his lips. Claire Wentworth caught sight of this charming smile unexpectedly, and her heart skipped a beat. However, she quickly composed herself. Thinking that Alexandre Montfort had Sophie Chevalier in his heart, she couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed. To prevent him from "flirting" again, she said coldly, "Close your eyes!"

Alexandre Montfort frowned slightly, not understanding why she was suddenly angry, but he obediently closed his eyes. Immediately after, he felt Claire Wentworth's hand gently pressing on his temple. Her fingertips were slightly warm, gently rotating, and then the pressure gradually increased. When he felt like his head was about to be pressed through, Claire Wentworth's thumb slid to the back of his ear, and a sharp pain shot through his soul. As she pressed hard, she also scraped his skin. Alexandre Montfort felt his skin getting hot, and his blood seemed to boil. The heat flowed down along the blood vessels, but there was no sensation when it reached his waist.

Alexandre Montfort sighed silently. He thought that the girl had been in a bad mood just now because she was gathering strength. Claire Wentworth was completely unaware of his emotional changes and continued to massage attentively. Her hand moved from his neck to his back, but was blocked by his clothes. She had no choice but to unbutton Alexandre Montfort's clothes. One button, two buttons, three buttons... As the buttons were undone, Claire Wentworth's eyes uncontrollably landed on his body. She couldn't help thinking: What a great figure, and he's so good - looking! Her hand unconsciously touched Alexandre Montfort's abdominal muscles.

Claire Wentworth suddenly came to her senses, realized her gaffe, and silently withdrew her hand. She silently recited Sophie Chevalier's name several times in her heart before regaining her rationality. Sensing something strange, Alexandre Montfort secretly opened his eyes and saw Claire Wentworth's blushing face, with a serious and somewhat angry expression. He wondered: Could it be that his figure was so bad that she got angry while unbuttoning his clothes? He felt a bit disappointed and reached out to cover his clothes, saying, "Stop massaging."

"Hmm?"

"I suddenly think this is fine. I don't want to be treated anymore."

Claire Wentworth furrowed her brows. "That's not possible. Young Master Montfort, we're both adults. Don't act like a child."

Alexandre Montfort glanced at her. It was clearly she who had been in a bad mood first.

"Be obedient."

Claire Wentworth ignored his "capriciousness" and continued the massage. Her hand reached in from his back, and after pressing on his lumbar vertebra, it moved to the front. Starting from his chest, she pressed downwards and stopped at his stomach. After about ten - odd seconds, she repeated the action with the other hand. After Alexandre Montfort felt a faint warmth in his stomach, she put her right hand on his cervical vertebra and then moved down along the spine. The strength concentrated on her fingertips, pressing and grinding like embroidering. Alexandre Montfort felt a tingling sensation approaching his waist, but it stopped there.

Alexandre Montfort sighed in disappointment and slowly opened his eyes. He saw that Claire Wentworth's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, her eyes were downcast, her lips were tightly pursed, and her sweet breath gently blew on his face. His mind went blank for a moment, and he thought that even if his illness couldn't be cured, it might not matter much. At this moment, Claire Wentworth was also distracted because of Alexandre Montfort's outstanding appearance.