Mag-log inSeeing Yvonne Blue’s "damsel in distress" act only fueled the fire in Victoria Vance’s chest. Unlike the men who were easily blinded by tears, Victoria felt only a visceral disgust. She was a woman of iron; she had no room for this brand of fragile performance."Shut your mouth!" Victoria snapped, her patience finally snapping like a dry twig. "Stop playing the victim in front of me. Arthur’s judgment has truly hit rock bottom if he thinks a low-class woman like you is worth his time."Instead of retreating, Yvonne’s sobs grew more frantic, more heart-wrenching. "You can insult me, Auntie, you can humiliate me... but please don't drive me away. I can't live without Arthur. I love him..."In a fit of supposed grief, Yvonne reached out to grab Victoria’s sleeve.Victoria recoiled as if touched by a serpent, flinging the girl’s hand away. "Don't touch me!"With a sharp cry, Yvonne collapsed to the floor, her body hitting the tiles with a theatrical thud. She looked utterly broken, a fall
The call was from the DNA Identification Center. The results were ready.Chloe stole a quick glance at Xavier Grayson, her expression a mask of calm as she replied, "I understand. Thank you."As she hung up, the rare, lingering warmth in the room evaporated. Chloe looked at the man across from her, resting her chin in her hands. If only he could be this approachable every day, perhaps their marriage wouldn't feel like a constant walk across a frozen lake.Xavier, ever the pillar of stoic strength, finished his meal without a hint of self-consciousness despite her steady gaze. Only when he was satisfied did he finally set down his chopsticks.Chloe began packing the lunchboxes. "I’m heading out. I have to be at the racing track this afternoon."Xavier nodded, making no move to stop her.However, just as she reached for the door handle, his voice cut through the silence behind her—low, sharp, and laden with a hidden meaning."Ask what you are meant to know. Do not let your curiosity wan
As Blueberry disappeared down the hallway, Chloe Bishop fought the overwhelming urge to scream.She wasn't just angry; she was livid. By fleeing like a wounded animal, Blueberry had perfectly framed Chloe as the jealous, overbearing "Primary Wife" who had just finished bullying a poor, defenseless woman. To the onlookers in the office, Chloe was now the villain of the piece.This woman’s tactical mind is terrifying, Chloe thought.She turned her gaze toward Xavier Grayson. Even surrounded by his circle of high-level executives, he stood like a monument of power. His presence was so absolute, so commanding, that it made everyone else in the corridor seem like background noise.The executives—shrewd men who knew exactly when to disappear—offered Chloe a collective, stiff bow before scattering like startled birds.See? Chloe fumed internally. They definitely think I just humiliated her.She looked at Xavier, her eyes wide and brimming with a sense of profound injustice. "I didn't do a si
However, Xavier Grayson said nothing more.Chloe felt a surge of self-deprecation. I must be losing my mind, she thought. How could I harbor such expectations from him? Their marriage was a fragile construct, riddled with uncertainties, ready to collapse at the slightest tremor. Why hope for anything from a man who didn't love her—a man who had made it clear he didn't even want her to carry his child?A heavy weight settled in her chest. She wanted to end the call, but before she could, Xavier’s voice rasped out once more. "Make lunch today. Bring some over to the office for me."Before she could voice a refusal, the line went dead.As she prepared the meal back at the estate, Grandma Martha assisted her, weaving stories of their time abroad. She spoke of patients snatched from the brink of death and the profound mysteries of Traditional Chinese Medicine. To Chloe, they sounded like legends—miraculous and grand. The idea of holding that kind of power over life and death was, she admit
"Grandpa, Grandma," Chloe Bishop said, her voice finally losing its tense edge. "I’ll think seriously about what you’ve proposed. I’m going upstairs to check on Liam Jr. for a bit.""Go ahead, dear," the elders replied, their eyes full of affection.The moment Chloe reached the sanctuary of the upstairs hallway, she pulled out her phone. The wall of silence she had built since last night was crumbling. She had been suppressing the urge to call Xavier Grayson for hours, and the pressure in her chest had reached its limit.The phone rang several times—each tone a sharp needle in her nerves—before it finally connected."What is it?"Xavier’s voice was deep, but Chloe could detect the faint, raspy edge of exhaustion behind it.Chloe hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of a mahogany side table. "I’m at the Bishop estate. My grandfather mentioned he saw you and Dr. Terence last night.""Yes. I had some business to discuss with them."Chloe’s hand moved to a small bonsai on the table, he
Marcus had been in a coma for over two months with no sign of waking. Chloe’s muscles had locked instinctively, her mind racing through the worst-case scenarios.Grandma Martha glanced at the old man beside her. "Your grandfather and I... we do indeed have something to discuss with you."Grandpa Silas finally stopped rotating the walnut shells in his palm, the rhythmic clicking sound vanishing into a heavy silence. His gaze was sharp and focused as it settled on Chloe’s face. "Chloe, are you interested in learning Traditional Chinese Medicine?""Learning TCM?"Chloe was stunned. The tension left her body in a sudden rush of relief—it wasn't bad news about her father. "Why would you ask me that so suddenly?"It felt completely out of left field. She had never touched a medical book in her life, let alone studied the complex art of herbalism and pulse-reading.Grandpa Silas seemed to have expected her confusion. "It is a bit sudden, I’ll admit. But it doesn't matter. You can take your t
Chloe stood there in a daze, seriously questioning if her brain was functioning at full capacity.In the modern business world, any entrepreneur becomes hyper-sensitive at the mere mention of "land." They think of value, development, and appreciation. But to her? The word "land" had been nothing mo
The immediate priority was clearing the compensation debt to ensure the disgruntled students and racers wouldn't return to disrupt future training sessions.Chloe Bishop, still somewhat in a daze, watched as the driver returned to the luxury sedan to report to Xavier Grayson. She followed at a resp
While Rowan attempted to slip away to call Yuvraj, he was met with a brutal surprise. Before he could even unlock his phone, a hand clamped down on the device, and a fist connected squarely with his jaw.With a single, professional strike, Rowan was floored.The man responsible was Vince (Xavier’s
The leader of the thugs, still clutching Coach Lee’s broken phone, pointed a calloused finger toward the practice field where the fleet of race cars sat. "Destroy them!" he roared. At his command, a dozen men dragged their iron pipes across the asphalt, the screech of metal on stone echoing like a







