تسجيل الدخولThe chilling silence of the Grayson Estate had never felt more like a tomb. Blueberry had known that Xavier Grayson would eventually investigate Wen Bi, but she underestimated the lethal speed of his retribution.When Blueberry stepped through the front doors of the estate after leaving the hospital, the atmosphere had shifted into something unrecognizable. The servants, who usually greeted her with practiced warmth, now scattered like shadows at the sight of her. The massive living room, usually bustling with life, was eerily hollow.She knew immediately. Something had gone wrong.Her hand trembled as she reached into her bag for her phone to call Wen Bi. Before she could dial, Vince appeared at the end of the hall, flanked by two stone-faced security guards."Who are you trying to call, Miss Blue?" Vince asked, his voice devoid of its usual butler-like courtesy. "If it’s Wen Bi, don't bother wasting your breath."Blueberry forced a look of righteous indignation onto her face. "Vince
The clinical atmosphere of the hospital had shifted back to the cold, oppressive walls of the Grayson Estate. While Julian Thorne (the Surgeon) was busy anticipating a night of social carnage, Xavier Grayson was conducting a far more visceral interrogation.In the center of the grand study, Wen Bi was on her knees. Her face was ashen, and her body shook with a rhythmic, uncontrollable tremor. The silence in the room was absolute, broken only by the sound of Xavier Grayson tossing several photographs onto the desk in front of her."Speak," Xavier said, his voice slow, cold, and dangerously patient. "While I still have the desire to listen."Wen Bi looked down. The photos were the same ones she had leaked to the socialite group chats earlier that day. They depicted Chloe Bishop on the back of a Harley-Davidson, her arms seemingly wrapped tightly around a mysterious man in a helmet. The angles suggested a scandalous level of intimacy."I... I took those photos last night," Wen Bi stammer
The surgical masks were off, but the theater of Sea City high society was just beginning its most dangerous act. Julian Thorne (the Surgeon) stripped off his scrubs, the adrenaline of the successful operation on Liam Martin still thrumming through his veins. As he walked toward the hospital parking garage, he pulled out his phone and dialed Xavier Grayson."The surgery was a success," Julian reported, his voice echoing against the concrete walls."I expected nothing less," Xavier replied, his tone as sharp and cold as the scalpels Julian had just put away.Julian rolled his eyes, a wicked glint appearing in his gaze. "You’re as boring as ever, Xavier. But guess who I just saw at the hospital? I’ll give you a hint: she wasn’t alone."Xavier’s silence was heavy, a silent warning that Julian ignored with practiced ease. "I saw Donovan Tang. He was with Chloe Bishop, and they were visiting Liam Martin together. It seems the rumors are true—the 'Iron Commander' is quite devoted to your ex-
The recovery room remained a battlefield of unspoken tensions as Blueberry took her leave, and Xavier Sr. turned his attention back to the internal chess match of the Grayson dynasty. Even with the physical distance between the major players, the ripples of their conflict continued to spread through the hospital corridors."Rest well, Uncle. I’ll come back to see you tomorrow," Blueberry murmured with a final, practiced bow before slipping out of the VIP suite.The moment she was gone, the warmth on Xavier Sr.’s face evaporated. He signaled for his lead enforcer, He Rong, to enter. The patriarch’s voice was raspy, weighted with the exhaustion of someone who had spent decades playing a long game."Go and find out exactly what the Madam has been up to these past few days," Xavier Sr. commanded. "And tell her I want her to come to the hospital."He Rong’s brow furrowed, a rare display of hesitation from the stone-faced bodyguard. "The Madam... she may not be willing to come."Xavier Sr.
The heavy thud of the hospital room door echoed like a gavel, and within seconds, the atmosphere turned from domestic to deadly. Outside, the bodyguards had heard the crash of glass and the patriarch’s roar, and they burst in with weapons drawn and eyes scanning for a threat.What they saw was Xavier Sr. radiating a murderous aura so thick it felt like the air itself had turned to lead. His eyes were bloodshot, his veins bulging with a rage that seemed to belong to a demon recently crawled out of the abyss. He was staring down Blueberry, who sat frozen by the bed, her face a mask of pure terror.Before she could utter a single word of explanation, the lead bodyguard, He Rong, lunged forward.The Iron Grip of the EnforcerHe Rong didn't hesitate. To him, anyone near the patriarch during an outburst was a potential assassin. His hand shot out like a strike of lightning, locking firmly around Blueberry’s slender neck. With a grunt of brute strength, he hoisted her up and slammed her agai
The scent of antiseptic in the VIP wing of Sea City General Hospital was thick, but it couldn't mask the predatory tension radiating from the two men inside the room. Blueberry stood near the window, her fingers trembling as she watched the silent battle of wills between Xavier Grayson and his father, Xavier Sr.She knew she had crossed a line she couldn't retreat from. By feeding the patriarch’s fury, she was playing a dangerous game, but it was the only way to ensure her survival. She had to make Xavier’s blood boil, and she had just the right fuel to throw on the fire.Xavier Sr.’s spirit had improved significantly over the past few days. When he looked up and saw his son enter, a rare, genuine smile touched his weathered face. He gestured toward the expensive jade xiangqi set Blueberry had recently purchased for him."Xavier, come. Sit," Xavier Sr. commanded, his voice raspy but firm. "Play a few rounds with your father."Xavier didn't hesitate. He pulled up a chair, his movements







