Se connecterChloe Bishop sat on the sofa nearby, staring at the cascading lines of code on the blue screen in utter amazement."Sister Nora, that's incredible. How do you even read that? I can't make heads or tails of it—it's just a blur."Gwen Grayson let out a rueful laugh from beside her. "Don't even talk about blur—I feel like I'm getting hypnotized. It's like a lullaby trying to put me to sleep."Chloe Bishop couldn't help but laugh. Gwen Grayson was truly adorable.Xavier Grayson sat elegantly on the adjacent sofa, hands clasped, watching Chloe Bishop with quiet fondness."Caesor is a world-class hacker," he said. "If he sets his sights on breaching a system, there's no doubt he'll get in. His reputation is known far beyond our borders."Caesor smiled sheepishly. "Alright, alright, enough with the praise. You're making my hands shake."Nora grinned. "Caesor, how about a competition? Let's see who can stack the most viruses on a single vulnerability. Winner takes all, what do you say?"No on
But just as he was organizing the documents, feeling quite pleased with himself—A junior staff member burst through the door without knocking."President Grayson! Bad news!"Hank Grayson hated when people barged in without knocking. What if he'd been in the middle of something important? How embarrassing would it be if outsiders came rushing in like that?"What's all this commotion?! Can't you knock like a normal person? Bursting in here like a house on fire—people would think my company's going up in flames!"Without a second thought, Hank Grayson barked at the flustered employee.The young staff member, knowing he was at fault, lowered his head."It's serious, sir. Our company systems seem to have been hit by an illegal virus. And the damage is concentrated in all the old vulnerabilities we never patched. If we can't fix it in time, there's a risk all our data could be wiped out."The documents in Hank Grayson's hands slipped and scattered to the floor. He let out a startled cry. "
"After going around in circles, how do you feel?"Christ wore a smile that stretched from ear to ear, clearly satisfied. A flush of color even rose to his cheeks."Very satisfied. But President Grayson, how did you know I was testing you on purpose?"Xavier Grayson tapped his fingers lightly against the desk. A cold aura radiated from him, and his expression was unreadably grim—tinged with a flicker of anger."President Johnson, you should know what I despise most: distrust. Since you've chosen to work with me, you should trust me unconditionally. There was no need for this little charade. It only annoys me."Christ licked his lips and quickly explained, "No, no—President Grayson, you have to understand. I'm terrified. I don't know who I've offended lately, but someone's been following me around, trying to harm me. I couldn't just hand over my safety to anyone without being sure."Xavier Grayson shot him a sidelong glance. "Fair enough. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't feel at ease
Adam's voice came through slowly on the other end. "Don't hang up."Gwen Grayson had been about to end the call—after all, it was a private conversation between the couple, and it didn't feel right for them to eavesdrop.But since Adam asked them to stay on, they stayed. And honestly, Gwen Grayson was curious to hear how things would play out.Nora turned the volume all the way up.Chloe Bishop went along with their antics.Adam's voice carried a noticeable heaviness. "You know exactly why I want to postpone the wedding."Wyatt: "Who are you on the phone with? Why haven't you hung up?"Adam: "Does it matter to you?"Wyatt: "No, it doesn't. I don't care. Answer me—why are you delaying the wedding?"Adam let out a bitter laugh. "Have you ever really cared? I told you before—I wanted to push the wedding back. But you never listened. You insisted on dragging me and my parents into announcing the date. And now you're questioning me? What's going through your head?"A cold laugh came from W
Chloe Bishop finally understood the problem. Summer's company always used the finest and most expensive materials, and Laura's design called for a messy mix of colors, which meant plenty of gemstones—agate, jade, even natural congealed fat jade. Never mind the losses; the unsold inventory alone was enough to fill Summer's warehouse to the brim."What is Wyatt playing at? Did he do this on purpose?" Nora frowned.Gwen Grayson let out a scoff. "Men."Chloe Bishop shot her a look and gave her a gentle nudge. After all, she and Nora were the ones who'd been burned by love."I don't know. When we were discussing the wedding, I said I wanted to postpone it." Adam's voice came through muffled and low.Nora immediately replied, "Good call."Chloe Bishop thought it was neither right nor wrong—it was marriage, after all. But she wasn't Adam; she couldn't fully understand her situation.Still, she was curious. "What's your plan now? Are you still going to marry Wyatt? You two have been together
Tears welled in Ava Adam's eyes. "You don't love me anymore, do you? And it wasn't even me who pushed Chloe Bishop this time—Jessica did it! Why are you yelling at me?"Seeing her cry only made Tayne Marsh more irritated. He turned away. "I don't want to talk about this. Get out."This time, Ava Adam didn't hesitate. She walked straight out.The moment the door clicked shut behind her, she heard something crash to the floor inside. That man was throwing another tantrum in his study, as usual.Really. It was just a few shares and a piece of land. The Marsh family was huge—assets worth billions. They could earn it all back easily. Yet he was putting all the blame on her.At the end of the day, things had changed between them. He had changed.Chloe Bishop stayed in the hospital for several days of recovery. The pain in her abdomen gradually subsided. She glanced to her left and spotted a bruise.It looked like her foot had slipped and she'd hit the table at an angle. A wave of relief was
“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
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
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
“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







