LOGINSeeing the messages from her friends, Chloe Bishop felt a warmth spread through her heart. They were just so adorable.She typed back with a laugh: "What are you all talking about? He's just saying nonsense."Gwen Grayson sent a sneaky emoji. "Oh, really? Really? You think he's just making that up? No way—it's a live broadcast, you know!"Nora followed with a teasing sticker. "You two are killing me with sweetness. The apples I bought today aren't even as sweet as this! I'm telling you, if you two don't end up happily ever after, Adam and I are coming to knock some sense into you."Adam sent a string of laughing emojis.Then she added, "That's so romantic. If a guy said on live TV that he wanted you by his side for life—how happy would that girl be?"She ended with a nose-picking emoji. "You two better be happy, okay?"Chloe Bishop felt a pang of emotion. Adam didn't even know how things were going with Wyatt over there, yet she was still comforting her.Nora couldn't hold back anymor
Chloe Bishop frowned. "I'm not so sure. The Grayson Family are the type to bite down and never let go. Hank Grayson's already in detention, and the company's collapse wasn't announced to anyone. Plus, isn't he still in debt by tens of millions?"Xavier Grayson curled his lips and shook his head. "Tens of millions? Last time, he owed over a hundred million. Now it's closer to two hundred million, I'd say."Chloe Bishop gasped. "No way—that much?"Xavier Grayson's smile was laced with satisfaction. "Exactly. That's the outcome I was aiming for."Looking at that smile, she couldn't help but feel a hint of schadenfreude behind it."You did this?"Xavier Grayson crossed his legs. "Yep. And I have to say, it feels pretty good."Chloe Bishop laughed."So what's your plan for the Grayson Family now? Their corporation is already destroyed—are you going to tear apart their household too?"Xavier Grayson was quiet for a moment, then bit into an apple slice.It was crisp.He chewed thoughtfully.
Isabella bit her lip, her eyes reddening. "But—this isn't my son's fault! If Xavier hadn't gone too far, Hank would never have done anything rash."Lord Grayson glared at them with barely concealed disgust.Why had he ever been blind enough to let Hank Grayson run the company?Back then, the man had boasted loud and clear that he'd never let them down. And now? He was in jail!The old man coughed twice. "Since he's in prison now, I'll oversee the company myself."Het Grayson thought for a moment and volunteered. "Dad, your health isn't good. How about I take over instead?"Lord Grayson gave him a long, hard look—the kind that said "you're a disappointment." "No need. Right now, I don't have any faith left in your family."Het Grayson was deeply frustrated.Without another word, the old man grabbed his cane and headed upstairs.Isabella sat on the sofa and shot a glance at Het Grayson. "How did things end up like this?! I'm going to the prison to see him."She stood up and left.Het Gr
Meanwhile, Xavier Grayson was sitting in a café with Mr. Firth, drinking coffee and discussing their partnership.Mr. Firth let out a hearty laugh. "I never expected you and Hank Grayson to have such a deep grudge. Aren't you afraid he'll come after you?"Xavier Grayson looked utterly unbothered. His cold aura filled the space around him, his regal presence rivaling Firth's—like a lone, prideful wolf, sharp and commanding."Afraid? If he dares to come, I'll make sure he doesn't leave." Xavier Grayson raised his coffee cup. "I was surprised that you chose to switch sides and work with me at the last minute. I hope our partnership brings mutual benefit—unlike the one you had with Hank Grayson. And I trust you'll keep this to yourself."The message was unmistakable. First: keep your mouth shut, or it won't end well for you. Second: don't think you can pull the same stunt on me.Mr. Firth laughed awkwardly and nodded. "Understood."Caesor called."Boss Grayson, Hank Grayson just led a gro
Lace grinned wickedly. "Whose idea was that? So delightfully petty."Caesor smiled faintly, his glasses catching a glint of light."Boss Grayson's."Lace burst out laughing at that. "That's brutal!"The cargo was quickly emptied. Caesor did a quick inventory and clapped his hands. "Good. This is everything."The foreigner nodded. "Mission complete, then. We'll be on our way."Caesor and his team watched them leave before getting into their vehicles and heading off in the opposite direction.Firth had already delivered the goods and received his payment. With the money in hand, there was no reason to stick around—why watch Hank Grayson throw a fit and try to haggle for a refund?That would be naively foolish.After seeing Firth off, Hank Grayson drove straight to the dock. Seeing the lone cruise ship still sitting there, he was so excited his hands trembled.He sent his men in to retrieve the cargo while he paced back and forth, eagerly watching.But when his men went inside and came b
Now the two of them were simply waiting for the shipment to arrive in the afternoon.Lan and Lace sat at the harbor, each munching on an apple.Lace's cheeks bulged like a little chipmunk's. "When is this shipment getting here? We've been waiting for almost two hours."Lan checked his watch. "No worries. President Grayson said three o'clock. It's only two now—we've got time."Lace sighed. Luckily, he and Lan had bought plenty of snacks on the way, so they weren't too bored. The two of them chatted about this and that, lounging around.Just then, they heard the horn of a cruise ship.Lace shot to his feet. In an instant, his cute expression melted into something sharp and serious. "Seems like it's here."Lan looked into the distance and indeed saw a cruise ship approaching from the horizon.He licked his lips, turned back, and let out a whistle.In an instant, dozens of men began swarming toward the harbor, accompanied by several black off-road cargo trucks.Tim, Caesor, and Jace stepp
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
Chloe pinched the tiny scrap of black lace between her fingers, her expression filled with pure skepticism. "Are you serious? Is this even wearable?"Wouldn't just pinning him down be faster and more efficient? she thought.Bella rolled her eyes at Chloe’s lack of romantic vision. "What do you know
“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
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







