MasukEven as he stood in the heart of the Grayson Group, Arthur Vance remained deluded. He was certain that Xavier’s mention of Chloe Bishop was merely a sophisticated smokescreen—a way to lower the Vance Group's share of the profits while maintaining a superior moral high ground."Mr. Grayson, business is business," Arthur said, his voice tightening. "Let's not let domestic gossip distract us from the billions on the table."Xavier leaned back, his expression as calm and indifferent as a still lake. "Mr. Vance makes a valid point. However, last night I gave my word to my wife. I promised her I would never collaborate with a man like you. And in this house, my word to her is absolute."Fong, standing by the window, nearly choked. Never collaborate with a man like you! He looked at his Boss, stunned. Xavier wasn't just rejecting a deal; he was publicly assassinating Arthur's character.Arthur’s legendary composure finally shattered. He didn't offer a polite farewell; he didn't even acknowle
Xavier Grayson tossed the thick proposal back onto the desk with a flick of his wrist. "Mr. Vance, there is a slight problem. The Grayson Group is already developing a project with a nearly identical trajectory. I see nothing in your proposal that stands out as unique."Arthur Vance didn't flinch. He let out a composed, hollow laugh. "Mr. Grayson, you’re joking. If the Grayson Group had a project like this, it would have been announced months ago to secure the market lead. You wouldn't be sitting here waiting for me to bring it to your doorstep."Arthur was certain. He believed Xavier was simply using a classic "low-ball" tactic—downplaying the project's value to squeeze the Vance Group for a higher percentage of the profits.The two men locked eyes across the expansive mahogany desk. It was a clash of titans: one sharp and predatory, the other mature and calculated. The air in the office grew heavy with an unspoken, invisible pressure.Finally, Arthur was the first to yield. He neede
For the past forty-eight hours, Arthur Vance had been hiding at the Green Lake Villa, insulating himself within the soft, feigned comfort of Yvonne Blue. Online, the tide was turning. Because Arthur couldn't produce a valid divorce certificate, the public narrative was shifting in Sarah Vance’s favor. The Vance Group’s stock was hemorrhaging, and the board of directors was beginning to growl for a sacrifice.Arthur needed a victory—a massive, high-profile win to stabilize the market. He had set his sights on the titan of Haicheng: the Grayson Group."Arthur," Yvonne whispered, her arms winding around his waist from behind as he adjusted his suit. "Can I come with you to the office today?"Arthur frowned, his thoughts already on the balance sheets. "I'm going to negotiate. Your father’s legal situation will have to wait."Yvonne’s face fell. As long as Maxwell Blue remained behind bars, she would never truly be accepted into the upper echelons of society. Her father's imprisonment was
"I couldn't do it," Martha whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of a twenty-year secret. "She was a living, breathing soul. I couldn't put her in the ground just because Master Marcus Sr. demanded it. But I was terrified. If I brought her back, he would have finished what he started. So, I took her to my hometown. My own mother raised her in the shadows."Chloe Bishop listened, her heart aching for the woman who had lived a lie and the girl who had lived in a cage. "Did Xavier’s mother, An Lan, ever know?"Martha shook her head. "The Mistress was already broken by the Master's accusations. She didn't even know for sure if the child was a Grayson. I thought... if they all believed the baby was dead, the killing would stop. It seemed like the only mercy left."Chloe frowned, her modern mind struggling with the archaic tragedy. "Why was a DNA test never done?""I am an uneducated woman," Martha said with a bitter sigh. "Twenty years ago, I didn't know what a DNA test was. I jus
"Could her brother really be more terrifying than her?"The question echoed in Chloe’s mind as she sat in the dim light of the cellar. If this girl called her "Sister-in-Law," the implication was unavoidable."What is your name?" Chloe asked softly."I am Seraphina," the girl whispered, using a name that meant 'cherished.'Seraphina began to relax, her large, crystalline eyes fixed on Chloe with unadulterated wonder. "Sister, you are so beautiful. You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen."Looking at this innocent soul trapped in a nightmare, Chloe’s anger vanished. She offered a gentle smile. "You are beautiful too, Seraphina."The light in the girl's eyes dimmed instantly. She looked down at her tattered doll, her voice trembling. "No. I am ugly. I am a monster."Chloe didn't know how to comfort her. In a world that valued the "perfection" of the Grayson image, Seraphina’s crimson-stained face was a death sentence. "I have to go now," Chloe said, her urgency returning. She neede
"You aren't going anywhere," Chloe Bishop said, her voice steady and authoritative as she closed the distance between them. She held the electric stun baton forward, a glowing deterrent in the gloom. "Answer my questions."The young woman cringed, her eyes darting toward the weapon. She scrambled backward, her voice high and thin, like a frightened child’s. "No... Please, sister, don't hurt me. It hurts... it hurts so much...""I won't hurt you," Chloe promised, though she didn't lower the baton. She needed the girl to stay focused. "But you must tell me the truth. Lift your head."The woman slowly tilted her face upward. In the spill of the flashlight, Chloe studied her. Despite the vivid, blood-red birthmarks that marred her skin, the girl’s features were strikingly delicate. Her eyes were her most arresting feature—large, bright, and impossibly clear, like two pools of untainted water. It was the gaze of someone who had never seen the cruelty of the outside world."What is that on
After dinner, Chloe walked into her father’s room. She sat by Marcus Bishop’s bed, her fingers interlaced with his limp, weathered hand. He looked peaceful, as if he were merely taking a long nap, but the machines humming in the background told a different story."Dad," she whispered, her voice cra
Xavier pulled away abruptly, his breath hitching as he stared down at the woman beneath him. A turbulent wave of emotion—one he couldn't name or suppress—swirled in his chest.He had initiated that kiss. Not out of punishment, and not out of cold obligation.Chloe Bishop blinked, the hollow void in
The bruise on Chloe Bishop’s knee was a violent, jagged stain against her alabaster skin—like a drop of black ink splattered across the finest white jade. It was a sight that demanded pity, yet Chloe’s expression remained as cold and distant as a winter moon.She pulled the hem of her floral dress
After Madam Bishop left the room, Chloe reached under her pillow and pulled out the yellow paper. Realizing it was a spiritual talisman, a flash of primal terror flickered in her eyes, quickly followed by a profound sense of confusion.The thought of returning to the Grayson Estate was a physical w







