LOGINThe conflict between the Philip Group and the Mike Group had escalated to engulf the entire Brookfield market.With overseas markets in turmoil, no one dared to act rashly.Chloe Bishop sat at home, discussing the matter with Xavier Grayson over the phone.She suggested he simply settle things with money, but he wanted to meet with the two companies directly and see if cooperation was possible.Neither of those groups were easy to handle, though. Any company that had risen to the top in Brookfield wasn't someone to be trifled with.Chloe Bishop still felt uneasy. "Be careful. What if something goes wrong?"Xavier Grayson laughed, then said after a moment, "How could that happen? I built Eagle Enterprises in a week—I can turn Firth's company around in a week too."Chloe Bishop was half-convinced. "Fine, I'll trust you. I want to come keep you company."That idea was shot down immediately. "No. You're pregnant. Take care of yourself—and my son too."His tone was stern and serious, which
She crossed her arms, and the delicate, innocent image she usually projected was utterly gone. Now she looked more like a poisonous flower—thorny and venomous.The man lowered his head, briefly glancing at her legs before looking away at just the right moment."So what do we do next?"Sara Jay was silent for a while, tapping her finger lightly on her shoulder. Finally, she said, "Is Chloe Bishop still with Xavier?""No. Xavier stayed in Brookfield. Chloe Bishop has returned. And… our people have been captured."Sara Jay frowned, a cold aura radiating from her. Fury and unease made her pace in circles. "Useless! Incompetent! Every single one of you! Even with Xavier out of the way, you couldn't get it done. And now with heightened security, how are we supposed to touch Chloe Bishop?"The man remained silent."Where are they now?" Sara Jay spun around abruptly.The man replied, "They're being held by Charlie. I believe they're being interrogated to find out who's behind all this. And… t
Vincent glanced deeply at Chloe Bishop, who was sound asleep in the room, and nodded. "Take it slow."He didn't tell Anna what had happened—she was an outsider, after all. There was no need to burden her with details.He turned to leave, but Anna grabbed his arm. "Wait—you're hurt too."Vincent looked down at his hand. Five of his knuckles were scraped and raw. But men like him didn't pay much attention to such things. "It's nothing. I'm used to it."Anna's clear, star-like eyes widened, and she pouted in mild reproach. "That doesn't matter. In my eyes, you're a patient, and I'm a doctor. Come downstairs—I'll tend to it."Vincent wasn't one to fuss. He turned back toward the room, but she tugged him firmly. "If that gets infected, you'll run a high fever—look how red your face is right now."He skeptically touched his forehead. It didn't feel hot. With a helpless sigh, he said, "Your main job is to look after the madam. You don't need to worry about me."Anna ran in front of him, bloc
Brandon Jay picked up the ashtray and headed for the door, saying over her shoulder, "It's three in the afternoon. You've been asleep for two hours.""Two hours, huh. Make me a cup of coffee."Brandon Jay clicked her tongue in displeasure."Come on, boss. When are you going to start treating your body like it's actually yours? Do you even realize how different you look now from the dashing young man you used to be?"Liam Martin propped his chin on his hand, blinked a couple of times, and stayed silent.Right now, he had dark circles under his eyes, bags that were almost drooping, and a wild, unkempt beard. He looked absolutely filthy. If it weren't for Brandon Jay, anyone else would've run for the hills the moment they saw him."Brandon, do you want to leave me?"Her hand froze on the doorknob. She spun around, her face flushed with anger. "Liam, what do you mean by that? Are you giving up on yourself?"Liam Martin shrugged nonchalantly, holding a cigarette between two fingers and blo
He blinked a few times and stayed silent.Afraid that Xavier Grayson might not believe him, the others quickly nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's right. She always sent a man named Philip to contact us. Philip gave us a photo of Chloe Bishop and told us to kill her. He also paid us a huge sum of money."Xavier Grayson tapped his wine glass lightly. Beside him, Caesor adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, which gleamed in the light, and crossed his legs. "And what does this Philip look like?"One of the men replied, "He's tall and handsome. Monolid eyes. He has an earring in his left ear. Oh, and he has a mole on the left side of his chin."With such distinct features, it wouldn't be hard to find him. Caesor asked again, "Where did you meet? Brookfield or back home?""Back home. Philip said hiring people domestically was cheaper."Xavier Grayson let out a breath and found himself momentarily speechless.Caesor's presence wasn't far behind Xavier Grayson's, but with him around, Caesor usuall
The men at the front swept their sharp gazes across the room. Finding nothing amiss and no one else present, they bowed respectfully and apologized. "Apologies, madam. We are Mr. Charlie's bodyguards, sent by Mr. Grayson to protect you."Chloe Bishop didn't recognize any of them, but as soon as she heard the name "Grayson," she felt at ease.Little did she know, the young nurse who had just approached the door was now crouched in a corner, clutching her chest and trembling.In the blink of an eye, this many bodyguards?Good thing she hadn't gone in—she wouldn't have known how she died.——Xavier Grayson sat with Caesor on an antique-style sofa, flipping through a stack of portraits. These were all the individuals involved in the riot.More than half of them had been killed or captured.Caesor pulled out a separate set of portraits—all American nationals—and handed them over. "Here are the ones from our country. I knew this wasn't just a coincidence."Xavier Grayson took them, flipped
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







