LOGINAlfred began to introduce him. "Glacier, this is—"Chloe cut him off immediately. "Snow Pear—my name is Snow Pear!"She deliberately used a different tone of voice.Snow Pear?Xavier turned his head toward her, and suddenly—"Cough, cough..."He choked on his own saliva. Staring at the woman before him with her buck teeth and bulbous nose, his cold, handsome face turned red from coughing.And on top of that, she was wearing sunglasses—hideous and tacky all at once.Was she trying to test his tolerance?Seeing his reaction, Chloe figured he hadn't recognized her. After all, even she wouldn't recognize herself like this.And Gracia had also changed his appearance. There was no reason Xavier would see through her disguise.So she extended her hand—a little shakily—and said, "Hello, I'm Snow Pear. I'm in the jewelry business."Xavier: "..."She wanted to play games with him?He glanced at her slender, pale hand, then took it in his large, warm palm, his voice exceptionally pleasant. "Glaci
That didn't make sense. If they didn't have a good relationship, would a woman follow him all the way to South Africa?Before Chloe could ask more, she saw Alfred walking toward them, dressed in a black suit with a woman in a bodycon by his side."Mr. Alfred."Chloe stepped forward.Alfred frowned slightly at her "look," then introduced the woman beside him. "This is my wife.""Hello, Mrs. Alfred."Chloe complimented her sincerely, "You're really beautiful."Mrs. Alfred had the delicate, fair features of a woman from the Jiangnan region—slender, porcelain-skinned, with a gentle, composed air. She appeared to be in her early thirties, yet carried a serene, timeless grace.Chloe had assumed Mrs. Alfred would be as reserved as her husband. But the moment she opened her mouth, she completely upended that impression."So you're Chloe! I've heard Mr. Bishop talk about you so often. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? I made a whole spread with my own hands—can't let it get cold. Let's
Xavier Grayson's mood instantly lifted. "Told you so."Nora Fatehi hadn't come—which only made Chloe Bishop's courage stand out even more. Xavier Grayson was convinced she had come because she cared about him. That was why she'd said something as stirring as wanting to fight alongside him.He was certain Chloe Bishop had come out of love, so he conveniently ignored other possibilities—like that she might just be repaying his past kindness, or that she might be trying to save herself.Beside him, Caesor defended Nora Fatehi. "She's representing her country in a competition right now. She can't just leave. When it's over, she'll definitely come."Xavier Grayson curled his lips into a cold smirk. "Do you even believe that yourself?"Caesor was quiet for a moment, then said firmly, "If things here aren't settled by then, she'll come."Xavier Grayson didn't tease him further. He dropped the smile and said, "I want Chloe Bishop's exact location before dawn."Caesor resignedly opened his lap
Did she really think she could get away with that?When Chloe didn't answer, Xavier's irritation grew. "Say something."Her voice came out a little hoarse. "I just... wanted to make sure you were okay. Since you're fine, that's all that matters."What did that mean? Did she know what was happening here?Xavier's expression darkened. "Where are you?"Chloe looked out at the fading glow of the fire on the balcony and replied, "South Africa."In an instant, a chilling aura radiated from him—so intense that even through the phone, Chloe could feel his terrifying presence.She actually dared to come to South Africa.Was she out of her mind?"Did you really come here for Seth Rollins?"Chloe frowned. When had she ever told him she came to South Africa for Seth Rollins?"Answer me."His impatience and anger were unmistakable, even through the phone.Chloe said, "I came for you."Xavier fell silent. She waited a long time, but he didn't speak. Still, she could hear his breathing—and the chang
If that were the case, then the explosion just now seemed completely unnecessary—unless he was disposing of something… or someone.Chloe Bishop's mind involuntarily drifted to the bloody, gruesome scenes from movies. A chill spread from her heart to her limbs.She dialed Xavier Grayson's number again and again. But no one answered.Her whole body was trembling, her hands and feet cold as ice, her voice hoarse. "Xavier… Xavier… you can't die. Please—you have to live."With that, she rushed out of the room and shouted, "Everyone, listen up! Grab your weapons—we're heading out!"People who had just lain down appeared at their doorways, disheveled and confused, staring blankly at Chloe Bishop with no idea what was happening.Gracia was the last to come out—but he was fully dressed, ready to move at a moment's notice, unlike the others who seemed completely unprepared.From this, Chloe Bishop could tell that she hadn't earned their respect yet. These people didn't truly acknowledge her as
Alfred studied the imposing man before him and smiled, then lowered his head to continue steeping his tea.Xavier Grayson, in turn, took in Alfred. He had a crew cut and wore a gray suit, exuding a distinctly American style. The courtyard itself was modeled after an old-fashioned American garden—a clear sign of his patriotic heart. "Mr. Alfred, you also live up to your name."He looked like a martial arts master with hidden depths, full of vigor and spirit.Alfred placed a freshly brewed cup in front of Xavier Grayson. "Try this. It's not easy to find tea of this quality around here."Xavier Grayson took a sip and correctly identified the variety."You're a tea lover too?""Occasionally," Xavier Grayson replied with a smile.Alfred poured him another cup and continued talking about tea. Xavier Grayson listened attentively, calm and unhurried—not at all like a man with a fire under his feet.After a few cups, Alfred finally chuckled. "I'm getting old and talkative—I've taken up too muc
“Have you found out who did this yet?”Liam Martin’s usually handsome, refined face was currently shrouded in a dark, suffocating shadow. He looked cold and lethal—the literal personification of the calm before a devastating storm.At twenty-four, Liam had spent the last six years clawing his way t
“Where am I?”Chloe Bishop bolted upright, her head spinning with a sickening heaviness. The room was cold, sterile, and completely unfamiliar. She scrambled to get out of bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. She couldn't be here. Tomorrow was her wedding day—the day she would finally marry L
Looking into Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, Liam withdrew his probing gaze. He lowered his eyelids, remaining silent and detached, his long lashes veiling whatever emotions stirred beneath.Chloe had always adored Liam’s physical perfection. Even now, standing there in the dim light, he looked like a flaw
Outside the Operating Room.Chloe sat on a plastic chair, still wearing her million-dollar designer wedding dress. She was trembling, sitting as still as a lifeless mannequin. The dress, once pure and white, was now stained with dark, wet patches of blood. Against the crimson stains, her skin looke







