Mag-log inMr. Larson looked down at the man sprawled on the floor. One glance at that face made him want to drive a knife straight into his throat.But he stopped himself.Leon did not deserve an easy death. Every time Mr. Larson thought about the video that had exploded online, he felt sick. A clean ending would be mercy, and Leon had not earned any.Mr. Larson lifted a hand.The bodyguards behind him understood immediately. One stepped forward and ripped the tape off Leon’s mouth. Another dragged over a stool and set it behind Mr. Larson. Mr. Larson sat.The tape came off with a sharp, burning sting. Leon sucked in air and stared up at him, suspicious.“Who are you?” Leon demanded. “Do you even know who I am?”Mr. Larson took out a cigarette case, slid one out, and put it between his lips. A bodyguard leaned in with a lighter and lit it for him.Smoke curled in front of Mr. Larson’s eyes, blurring Leon’s face at the edges.His voice came out rough. “I know exactly who you are. Leon Sp
While Julian was tied up, three more men in black moved in on Leon.Leon immediately backed away, regret hitting him hard. He should have listened. He should have brought more security instead of insisting Julian alone was enough.He had been too arrogant. So arrogant he truly believed no one would dare touch him.After all, everyone knew the two countries were on good terms right now. His family generated massive GDP for H Country, and people in East Coast had long been warned not to cross him.But in this world, there were always people who did not care about any of that.Julian was still pinned down on the other side and could not get to Leon. Desperation clawed at him. If Leon got taken while he walked away unscathed, there was only one outcome waiting for him.Death.And it was obvious now, whoever came tonight had planned it. The men were prepared, disciplined, and locked onto one target.Just as a fist was about to smash into Julian’s face, two of the men grabbed Leon by
Mr. Larson seemed to think of something else. The air inside the car dropped another few degrees, so heavy it felt almost physical. Even he could not fully control the tremor that ran through his hands.Mr. Lewis was an old friend of Mr. Larson’s. They worked in different worlds. Where Mr. Larson had built a thriving business, Mr. Lewis had spent his life building influence and power.That was why Mr. Larson came to him.After hearing the full story, Mr. Lewis’s face flushed red with rage. He slammed his hand down and shattered an expensive antique teacup, then rasped, “That piece of trash. He hurt Scarlett? He must be tired of living.”He immediately pulled out his phone and made a call. No small talk, no extra words. He only ordered them to get to his house, fast.But every circle had its rules. Mr. Lewis could help, but he could not show his face.“Larson,” Mr. Lewis said, voice low, a bit strained, “I’m sorry. If it were up to me, I’d go personally and get justice for her, bu
“I…” Old Mr. Wilson barely got the first syllable out.Zachary moved instantly. He stepped forward and touched the wheelchair armrest, then the wheel, checking it like he was trying to confirm what had just happened.“Wake up.”But before Zachary could figure anything out, Old Mr. Wilson’s head slumped. He passed out cold.At the same time, the door opened.Olivia walked in with a smile. She bent down, checked Old Mr. Wilson’s condition, then gasped dramatically.“Oh no. Sir fell asleep.” She looked up with exaggerated apology. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Reynolds. I won’t keep you. I’ll help him to bed.”Zachary watched her carefully, wary. “Tell the person behind you this. I won’t let anyone lay a hand on Sarah.”Olivia’s eyes widened like she was offended and frightened. “Mr. Reynolds, I honestly don’t know what you mean. I’m just a housekeeper.”She pushed the wheelchair backward toward the bedroom, and a twisted smile crept onto her lips.Zachary left Wilson Group without missing
He strolled in at an unhurried pace. “Mr. Wilson. It’s only been a few days. You look… weaker.”Old Mr. Wilson’s eyes were bloodshot. “Zachary, I’ve just been sick these past couple days.”Zachary’s gaze slid to Olivia, and his tone took on a pointed edge. “Mr. Wilson, I need to speak with you alone.”Olivia stepped forward, refusing to move. “Mr. Paterson, I have to stay and protect Mr. Wilson.”Zachary did not even look at her. He only asked Old Mr. Wilson, “Do you need her to stay?”A cold flicker crossed Old Mr. Wilson’s eyes. “No. I don’t.”Olivia hesitated, glanced toward the door, and when she realized his stance was firm, she actually backed down.“Fine,” she said. “I’ll step out.”If she refused, it would only make her look guilty. But the fact that she left so easily made Old Mr. Wilson even more uneasy, like he could not quite read what she was planning.Once she was gone, only Old Mr. Wilson and Zachary remained.“Zachary,” Old Mr. Wilson said, voice rough, “help
Steven shook his head. “Not yet. Ever since we pulled Anthony out, she’s stayed glued to Old Master Wilson and hasn’t left his side once. I can’t tell if she’s trying to use him.”“Put people on her,” Zachary said.Steven left the study. Zachary picked up the tablet again. In every photo, Marianne’s line of sight landed on one person.Sarah.What was she trying to do?And who was she working for?That afternoon, at Wilson Group.Olivia pushed Old Master Wilson into the office. His face was dark. “Why are you bringing me here? What do you want?”He could not stop thinking about the “miracle drug” she had given him. Had she truly saved him, or had she trapped him?The side effects were brutal. His legs were gone. He could not stand anymore. He would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.Did Olivia know the risks before she fed it to him?He had no way of knowing.Olivia rolled him up to the desk, then opened a drawer and took out a stack of documents. “Sir. Sign.”“Wh
"Oh my!" Mia exclaimed. "How clumsy of you, Charlotte. You should have moved when I offered you a drink. Now everyone will think I did it on purpose!""It's fine, Miss Reynolds. My fault entirely." Charlotte's face was strained.A crowd had gathered, just as they had when Mia's dress was ruined earlie
Sensing her emotions, Professor Carter gently patted her shoulder. “It’s good to have you back, Sarah. That’s what matters.”Sarah looked up, meeting his warm, encouraging gaze. Her nose tingled slightly as she held back a surge of emotion.Turning to the crowd of eager students and a visibly stunned
"Mum,” Charlotte quickly intervened, "Sarah was James's wife after all. We shouldn't treat her like this. We have spare rooms - she could stay if needed."The security guards looked at Sarah's modest outfit with barely concealed disdain. Just another gold-digger, they probably thought, clinging to a
Lucy hadn’t expected Mia to defend Sarah so fiercely. Her face turned pale with rage as she glared at Sarah. “You really know how to play your cards, don’t you?”Sarah’s eyes narrowed. "Lucy, yes, I was naive to fall for your brother. But let's be honest - your family had their own agenda pushing for







