LOGINThe melancholy in Chloe Bishop’s heart was instantly replaced by a sharp, predatory focus. The man who had just bumped into her wasn't just a random driver—he was a key piece on her chessboard.The young man, still grumbling about his scratched car, collided with Chloe as she stood dazed by the elevator. She stumbled back, her ankle twisting slightly, but he caught her arm with practiced reflexes."Watch where you're going, lady," he said, his tone annoyed. But as Chloe straightened up and the light hit her face, his irritation vanished. His eyes widened—first in admiration, then suspicion, and finally, total shock. "You're... Chloe Bishop?""You recognize me?" Chloe looked at him, and the fog in her mind cleared. She recognized that face from the dossiers Sarah Vance had compiled.This was Leon Lee.She had been eighty percent sure she could recruit Jackson Jiang, but Leon Lee and Jasper An were the elusive ones. To think Leon would literally fall into her lap at the hospital—it felt
The sterile air of the hospital corridor felt like a vacuum, sucking the life out of Chloe Bishop as she stood frozen in the elevator. The metallic tang of Xavier Grayson’s blood was still on her tongue—a brutal, confusing contrast to the word "divorce" that had just fallen from his lips.Inside the VIP suite, the silence was sharp enough to draw blood. Xavier Sr. stared at his son, his gaze fixed on Xavier’s bitten, swollen lip. The old man’s mouth thinned into a hard, bitter line before he squeezed his eyes shut, his fists clenching beneath the hospital duvet."Get out."Xavier’s voice was like a slab of ice falling into a deep well. He wasn't speaking to his father; his gaze was fixed on Blueberry. The undisguised loathing in his eyes made her breath hitch.Blueberry faltered, slowly standing up. She leaned toward the bed and whispered, "Uncle, I’ll come back to check on you in a while."Xavier Sr. didn't even twitch an eyelid in response.Once the door clicked shut behind her, Xav
The descent of the elevator felt like a journey into a frozen abyss. Xavier Grayson’s words—"Let's get a divorce"—hung in the air, cold and jagged. For Xavier, the surge of uncontainable rage he felt seeing Chloe Bishop by another man's side was a virus, a foreign emotion that threatened the ironclad logic of his empire. He wasn't a man who allowed himself to be influenced; he was a man who dictated reality.This unfamiliar turbulence in his chest was something Xavier loathed. He had no intention of analyzing it. Once hope is extinguished, he believed, only a fool continues to fan the embers. Since Xavier Sr. had been imprisoned years ago, Xavier had ruled his life with a calculated coldness. He would not allow a woman—especially one as stubborn and prone to "clever" schemes as Chloe—to become a liability. He didn't need a wife who disobeyed; he needed a partnership that didn't spark a civil war in his mind.Chloe remained silent for a heartbeat, then looked up at him with a faint, ch
The hospital elevator was a descending iron cage, and the silence within it was heavy enough to crush the lungs. Xavier Grayson stood beside Chloe Bishop, his profile as sharp and unyielding as a mountain ridge.Just moments prior, Xavier had stepped into his father’s suite to find a scene of chaotic destruction. The floor was a graveyard of shattered porcelain and the mangled remains of a smartphone. Xavier Sr. lay on the bed, his surgical wound reopened, blood blooming through his gown like a dark carnation as he struggled for breath."Dad, what happened?" Xavier had asked, his voice a low vibration of concern.Xavier Sr. had simply turned his face away, his silence thick with a lethal mixture of fury and disappointment. "Get out," he rasped.Xavier’s dark eyes shifted to Blueberry. She shrank back, trying to maintain a mask of worried innocence. "Uncle saw Chloe feeding Liam Martin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I’m so sorry... I should have stopped him from walking that fa
The air in the VIP corridor thickened with a dangerous tension that the cleaning staff’s fresh ventilation couldn't clear. Xavier Sr. stood outside the observation window, his grip on Blueberry’s wrist tightening until her skin turned white. His history—years spent behind bars for a crime of passion—made this sight an unbearable trigger.Xavier Sr. recalled his conversation with Xavier Grayson from that morning, and his face darkened like a gathering storm. "Help me over there. I want to see for myself."Blueberry smiled inwardly, though she feigned concern. "Of course, Uncle."To ensure proper airflow, the hospital staff kept the doors and windows of the private wards slightly ajar during the day. Through the gap, Xavier Sr. and Blueberry saw Chloe Bishop leaning over the bed, carefully and tenderly feeding Liam Martin Sr. spoonful by spoonful.Xavier Sr.’s face turned a lethal shade of ebony. His fingers dug so deep into Blueberry’s arm that she nearly cried out in pain. She hadn't
The hospital’s VIP wing was bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows that mirrored the intricate web of lies and power plays unfolding within its walls. Julian Thorne stared at his phone after the line went dead, a knowing smirk on his face. He knew Xavier Grayson better than anyone; that cold-blooded demon wouldn't lift a finger for a rival unless his heart was already irrevocably entangled.Exhaustion had finally claimed Chloe Bishop. After a night of terror and days of relentless corporate warfare, she lay slumped against the edge of Liam Martin’s bed, her breathing deep and heavy.Her phone buzzed several times—calls from the office, from worried associates—but Liam reached out with a trembling hand and silenced them all. He sent a single, brief text to Mrs. Bishop to let her know Chloe was safe, then powered the device off entirely. He wouldn't let the world disturb her peace.His gaze softened as he traced the dark circles beneath her eyes. "You need to sl







