LOGINWhat did that mean?Miss Bishop was pregnant?And judging by how protective Seth Rollins was acting—was the child his?A flicker of unease passed through Finch's eyes, but he quickly replied coldly, "No need for your concern, Mr. Rollins. We'll take good care of Chloe."With that, he helped Chloe Bishop board the helicopter.Finch turned back to look at Seth Rollins. Jack spoke up. "What, are you still expecting me to give you an explanation?"Finch smiled. "Wouldn't dare. But our boss asked me to pass along a message: those five deaths at the abandoned factory were your son's doing. If the authorities dig too deep into this, the Rollins family might find itself in a rather difficult position."Jack's face darkened. "Is he threatening me?""Wouldn't dare." Finch smiled again. "Our boss's meaning is simple—Mr. Rollins needs to leave New York City. Otherwise, this matter won't end cleanly."Ignoring how dark Jack's expression had grown, Finch gave a slight bow and kept his smile in plac
Seth Rollins reached out and covered Chloe Bishop's ears, shielding her from the harsh words. His expression remained blank as he said to the pilot, "Take off."Jack's voice rang out again. "Seth Rollins, do you really think you can still leave? Take a look around you."One by one, the helicopter doors opened, revealing familiar faces. The men inside Seth Rollins's aircraft went pale and turned to look at him.Those familiar faces belonged to brothers who had once fought alongside Seth Rollins—and now, every one of them had a gun pressed to their head.Their lives hung entirely on Seth Rollins's choice.Jack continued, "If you dare leave, they will be executed in secret—on charges of treason.""Seth..." The men looked at him with anxious eyes.Those captives were their comrades, their brothers-in-arms. They couldn't abandon them.Just then, another voice came from a different helicopter. "Seth Rollins, the passenger plane you chartered—Flight XXX—has been surrounded by our people. You
Seth Rollins's answer filled Chloe Bishop with despair. Her grip on his hand slowly loosened, and she tugged at her pale lips with a bitter smile. "Right. Of course you wouldn't take me to the hospital."With that, she closed her eyes and silently screamed Xavier Grayson's name in her heart: Xavier Grayson... Xavier Grayson, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet?But deep down, she knew better than anyone—Xavier Grayson wasn't coming.He had boarded his plane around noon yesterday. The fastest flight would take at least thirteen hours just to reach the other side—and that didn't include layovers or ground transfers. The return trip alone would take twenty-six hours.And that was assuming he had already settled things over there.It was now the second day at noon. Even if Xavier Grayson had wings, he couldn't make it back in time.She clutched the fabric over her abdomen tightly, praying to heaven with all her heart: Please protect my baby. Let this child be safe. I would trade
She turned and walked to the shower, wrenching the showerhead off with all her strength.But before five minutes were up, Seth Rollins was already back.He stopped outside the bathroom door. "Chloe, come out."Chloe Bishop didn't answer. She could hear the sound from the rooftop—the roar of a helicopter landing.She couldn't be taken away. If she left, she might never return to New York City again.She gripped the stainless steel showerhead tightly, beads of sweat forming on her smooth forehead. "Wait a moment—I haven't finished dressing yet.""How long?" Seth Rollins asked.She made up a number. "Three minutes."Seth Rollins had been living in this apartment—it wouldn't be hard to track down. Xavier Grayson's people should arrive soon.There was a helicopter on the rooftop, so conspicuous that Xavier Grayson's men would surely guess Seth Rollins was planning to take her away. As long as she didn't board that aircraft, she still had a chance.But this time, Seth Rollins wasn't feeling
Chloe Bishop didn't know how long she stayed under the water. Finally, she let go of herself, leaning limply against the cold tile wall. She hugged her reddened, scrubbed-raw body and slowly slid down to the floor.It's okay, Chloe. At least Xavier Grayson is still alive.He will come back for me. He will...Out in the kitchen, Seth Rollins stood holding the blood-stained knife, turning it over in his hand. His handsome face was twisted with cruelty and malice.The phone rang again. He let it ring, let it grow urgent.It rang over and over, but Seth Rollins never answered. After a few minutes, it finally stopped.He looked at the darkened screen and furrowed his brow.He knew Xavier Grayson wouldn't sit idly by. It looked like he'd have to take Chloe away ahead of schedule.Seth Rollins pulled out his own phone and dialed a number."Mr. Rollins.""Has Xavier Grayson boarded his plane?" Seth Rollins asked.The voice on the other end answered promptly, "Xavier Grayson's private jet from
Chloe Bishop instinctively stepped back, her face turning pale from the pain in her wrist.Just then, a ringtone cut through the silence—a familiar melody that immediately caught her attention.It was Xavier Grayson's ringtone from her phone.Her phone was in Seth Rollins's hands?Seth Rollins held her wrist tightly, his mournful gaze never leaving her face. His other hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a brand-new phone.The name flashing on the screen was—Xavier Grayson.Chloe Bishop's eyes lit up with excitement. She snatched the phone reflexively and swiped to answer with trembling fingers."Xavier Grayson? Is that you, Xavier Grayson?"She gripped the phone tightly, her voice choked with emotion. He was still alive, wasn't he? Seth Rollins's plan had failed.When Xavier Grayson didn't respond immediately, she shot a wary glance at Seth Rollins. She tried several times to twist her wrist free, but couldn't break his grip.His hold only tightened. It hurt so much she nearly
The chess pieces have been moved into place. Blueberry has successfully infiltrated the inner sanctum of the Grayson Manor, while the domestic war between Xavier Sr. and the enigmatic An Lan reaches its boiling point at the Ancestral Mansion.Vince stepped forward the moment the car pulled into the
Blueberry’s frantic cries acted like a beacon, drawing the sharp gazes of Joy Zhao and the rest of the group. They moved in unison toward the sound, their predatory curiosity piqued by the sight of Blueberry’s public breakdown. After all, they had arrived together—it would be a social faux pas to l
Chloe Bishop was deeply skeptical of Xavier Grayson’s "I won't touch you" promise. She remembered Liam Jr.’s one-month celebration, when Xavier’s arm had been injured for the first time—he certainly hadn't let her off easy then. However, seeing the severity of the gash on his arm, which absolutely
Chloe blinked up at him, her heart still hammering against her ribs. "What for?"Xavier’s face was uncharacteristically heavy, his voice dropping an octave. "I’m taking you to the hospital."Chloe couldn't help but let out a small, weary laugh. "Xavier, it doesn't work that fast. It's an ointment,







