LOGINAnna brought over the anti-nausea medicine. "Little sis, I might need to step out today. Will you be all right at home by yourself?"Chloe Bishop nodded. "I'll be fine. I'm not going anywhere today. Do you need any help with your errand?"Anna thought for a moment, her big watery eyes blinking."That would be great, actually. I need to go back to the hospital to pick up some supplies. Your morning sickness has been pretty bad, so there might be quite a bit of stuff. If you could send someone with me, I'd be really happy!"She beamed at Chloe Bishop. After all, she was lazy by nature—having to haul all that equipment around by herself would be worse than death.Chloe Bishop gently patted her head and turned to Vincent. "Then go with her. I'm staying home today, don't worry."Vincent hesitated—clearly reluctant to leave Chloe Bishop's side.What if an enemy showed up while he was away? What then?No. He couldn't go.But Chloe Bishop seemed to read his mind. "Don't worry. Nothing's going
Tim couldn't believe those women actually had the nerve to say they'd go easy on them."Brother Grayson! Caesor! I don't care—once you're in, you crush them! Otherwise, I won't be satisfied."Caesor adjusted his glasses. "Naturally."Xavier's phone let out a ding—installation complete. Instantly, the three of them were like overgrown kids, raring to go.Tia (Tim): "Hahaha! The boss is here! Let's see you act tough now!"Beauty No. 1 (Gwen Grayson): "Ooh, the boss showed up—look at you all cocky."Beauty No. 2 (Nora Fatehi): "Don't tell me you're scared?"Beauty No. 3 (Chloe Bishop): "Probably."Yen (Caesor) sent an emoji of an index finger gently wagging: "Nonono—just wait and see."Xavier logged in. The tension crackled between them like gunpowder.Xavier: "Who said we'd quit the game just now?"No. 3 (Chloe Bishop) unapologetically sent a nose-picking emoji: "I did. Got a problem?"Xavier's lips curved upward. "Interesting."Tim licked his lips. "Let's go!"No. 3, No. 2, No. 1: "Who
If Hank Grayson had any brains, he'd know how to steer this scheme onto someone else's shoulders.Nadia tapped her fingers lightly on the table. "So? Do you agree?""Give me some time." Hank Grayson hesitated for a moment, then stood up."And I hope you won't mention this to anyone else, Miss Bennett. Otherwise, it won't just be my reputation on the line." With that, he turned and walked away.Leaving Nadia sitting alone at the table for a long while.Little did they know, every bit of this exchange had been captured on camera.Tim was playing games, the sound echoing through the entire office.Caesor and Xavier Grayson were busy adjusting plans for Eagle Enterprises's recent performance. After all, with the Grayson Corporation out of the picture, there wasn't a single company left that caught Xavier's interest.Finally, Caesor couldn't hold back any longer. "Tim, you're going overboard.""Huh?" Tim looked up from his phone, confused.Caesor kept his eyes on the documents, not even gl
Otherwise, how could he, also a son of the Grayson family, lack business acumen?He refused to believe it!With that thought, his mood lifted considerably. He stood up and headed to his next appointment with another CEO. He was determined to prove to his grandmother, to his parents—whatever Xavier could do, he, Hank Grayson, could do just as well!But just as he got to his feet, someone at the neighboring table called out to him. "Wait, Hank Grayson."Hank Grayson turned around and saw a figure sitting nearby—fully disguised in a cap, mask, and sunglasses—waving him over.He couldn't place the voice but walked over anyway."Who are you?"Nadia pulled down her sunglasses, revealing eyes full of contempt and disdain.Hank Grayson was unimpressed. "What do you want? You saw all that just now?""I saw it. I also know you met with three other CEOs before this—and every single one turned you down. Pathetic." Nadia laughed with malicious glee.Hank Grayson frowned. This woman was insufferabl
Adam sent two more sighing emojis.Chloe Bishop couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't he usually stay out of your design work? Why is he getting involved this time?"Adam replied, "Don't even mention it. That design was done by his sister—remember her? Laura."Gwen Grayson sent a vomiting emoji. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"Nora Fatehi: "..."Chloe Bishop covered her face. Her again? That girl who took a bullet for Wyatt in South Africa!Chloe Bishop: "Why her of all people?"Adam sent a crying emoji. "How should I know? I said this design was subpar—I can barely look at it, so how could the production department approve it? But Wyatt wouldn't listen... We had a huge fight."Nora Fatehi: "Ugh, that Laura is disgusting."Gwen Grayson said, "No way! Adam! You have to assert your womanly power. Last time, that girl took a hit for Wyatt. How old is she, and she's already that scheming? You need to win Wyatt back!"Adam said, "But he never said they were together. He said Laura is like a s
Nicholas Taylor felt like there was a fly buzzing in his ear.He furrowed his brow and barked, "Get out!"Nadia bit her lip, unable to take it any longer. She turned and ran—only to crash straight into Lucas, the household servant.Lucas immediately grabbed her wrist to steady her. "Madam, are you all right?""Get out!" Nadia snapped, wiping away her tears as she fled back to her room.Lucas cast a helpless glance at the scattered items on the floor, then crouched down to pick them up one by one."Young Lord Taylor, please have something to eat. You haven't touched any food since you came back." Lucas was tall and sturdy, with an unusual teardrop mole at the corner of his eye—from a distance, it actually gave him a rather striking look.Nicholas Taylor waved a hand. "Just leave it here. You may go."But then something crossed his mind. He opened his eyes, a flicker of curiosity in them. "You are? The new servant?"Lucas nodded. "Yes."Nicholas Taylor said nothing more. Lucas took the
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
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







