MasukJames shrugged. “If he rejects you too harshly, don’t come crying to me.”Lucy spun around angrily. “I won’t! Why are you so sure I’ll lose?”“Because he won’t accept you,” James said evenly.The more certain he sounded, the more determined Lucy became to win Nick over and prove him wrong.She stormed home that evening, skipped dinner entirely, and went straight to shower. But when she came out and glanced at her phone, she nearly exploded.Without even knocking, she burst into James’s study.“James! Have you seen the news?”He looked up, clearly irritated by the interruption. “What news?”“That woman actually hooked up with Nick Paterson!”She shoved her phone in front of him.On the screen was a paparazzi photo: Nick and a woman entering a French restaurant one after the other. The reporter had reportedly waited outside for an hour before the two came out together, laughing and talking. In one of the photos, Nick was reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from the woma
Nick lifted his chin slightly, holding his glass as he glanced around the room. He spoke smoothly with James, confident and composed.Lucy could not help stealing a few extra looks at his handsome face.After the banquet ended and the guests had all left, she immediately latched onto her brother.“James, who exactly is he? And is he… married?”James replied calmly, “I know what you’re thinking. You practically glued yourself to him tonight. He isn’t married. But I strongly advise you not to provoke him. Someone at his level isn’t someone you can afford to toy with.”“James, how can you say that?” Lucy shot back. “Mom introduced me to so many blind dates before, and I didn’t like a single one of them. You’ve seen those men. How could I possibly fall for any of them? I finally meet someone I actually like, and you don’t want me to be happy?”“It won’t work,” James said flatly. “He doesn’t like you. You could tell from the way he looked at you. There was no interest.”Lucy immediat
“Who are we meeting this time?” Lucy asked, puzzled. “Isn’t it just a new partner?”James looked at her seriously. “They’re from Harbour City. I’m warning you now, behave yourself. We can’t afford to offend them.”The phrase 'can’t afford to offend' made Lucy inwardly scoff. There were far too many people they supposedly could not afford to offend.When she did not respond, James’s tone sharpened. “What? Are you not listening to me?”Only then did she answer reluctantly. “I got it, James.”—The banquet was much the same as always. The so-called elites clustered together, clinking glasses, exchanging pleasantries, talking business and politics.As the host, James was busy the entire evening, weaving between groups, managing conversations, maintaining relationships.Lucy, on the other hand, had little to do.Dressed in a striking red gown, she drew attention wherever she went.Just as she was growing tired of polite smiles and meaningless small talk, a group of four or five me
Anthony immediately understood. “No, no. I just didn’t expect it to happen this fast.”He had not fully prepared himself, but the car was already pulling up in front of the prison.He glanced at Steven in the back seat, clenched his jaw, and stepped inside.Steven leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette. Smoke curled upward toward the afternoon sun.After a long while, Anthony finally walked out of the prison. The moment he saw Steven, he let out a relieved smile.Steven instantly understood. Vivian had given him the information.“Get in.”He opened the passenger door and gestured for Anthony to sit in the front.Steven got into the driver’s seat and waited until Anthony buckled up.“The address.” Anthony handed over a folded piece of paper.Steven unfolded it casually, glanced at the handwritten location, then tucked it away.“What excuse did you use?” he asked lightly, as if making small talk.Anthony straightened his back. “I told her Old Mr. Wilson found a way t
“Your mother’s been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, hasn’t she?” Zachary said coldly. “Dr. Seth’s next research focus happens to be Alzheimer’s treatment. His team will have a new targeted medication. We can make a deal.”Anthony’s unease deepened. “What kind of deal?”“I need the whereabouts of someone. Only Vivian knows. You get that information from her, and I’ll secure a portion of the Alzheimer’s medication for you. Fair trade.”“I…” Anthony hesitated, unable to decide.Steven stepped in smoothly. “Be smart. Vivian’s been sentenced to life. She’s never walking out again. And Old Mr. Wilson’s condition… you probably know better than we do how much time he has left.” His voice turned sharper. “Anthony, you don’t want the day to come when your own mother doesn’t recognize you, do you?”Anthony’s wavering gave Zachary a glimmer of hope.“Think carefully,” Zachary added evenly. “And one more thing. If you refuse, we’ll revisit the medication theft. You didn’t just steal it. You used
Lucas bent down to gather the scattered files from the floor, about to hand them back to Sarah.“You don’t need to,” she said, waving him off. Her trembling finger pointed at the photo in her hand. “It’s him.”The fear from years ago rushed back in an instant. Her voice shook. “It’s him. I recognize him.”Lucas did not understand why Sarah would know the scarred man Mia had described, but seeing her reaction, he chose not to ask. Some questions were better left unspoken.Zachary, however, did not look surprised. He reached out and gripped one corner of the page.But Sarah was holding it so tightly that it would not budge. Only when Zachary softly called her name did she snap out of it.“Huh? What is it?”Zachary gently took the file from her and studied it. “He’s been in prison six times. All for assault and violent conduct. But after being released a few years ago, he hasn’t been back.”Sarah nodded, then asked the question that mattered most. “Can we find him?”“Yes. As long







