“It’s you!”
With no strength left to defend herself, Adriana instinctively took a step back. It was in that moment she saw the man holding a spring-loaded knife in a menacing grip — the very same traffic policeman who had impounded her driver’s license, and also that lady’s own son.
The man’s mouth twisted as he gritted his teeth and spat, “Little bitch, what the fuck did you just say? You’re trying to get my mom killed! You’re going to get my whole family killed!”
There was no one at the entrance of the courthouse at this moment. The knife in his hand could stab her at any time, completely out of control. Adriana’s top priority was to stabilize him.
Forcing herself to stay calm, Adriana said evenly, “I didn’t know she was a mother. That day, I only saw her riding a bicycle alone. I thought it looked difficult and I just wanted to help her.”
“Don’t
Since it was Carson’s case, and the subsequent statute, he had also arranged a number of back doors.Aidan took out his phone and sent a message to the Public Security Bureau, and Adriana met the defendant at the detention center that afternoon.Maybe it was the stereotypes, or maybe it was the social opinion. However, no matter how Adriana looked at him, the man in front of her fit the "bad guy" stereotype.The man was about 5'2" tall, or maybe a little taller in actuality. He had a round head, but his body was too fat to complement his head. His round-necked single-layer shirt was covered in floral tattoos stretching across the back of his exposed hands and wrists.The man saw her and grinned, showing his yellow teeth from years of smoking.Adriana thought to herself, “Where did Carson get the courage to plead for him to be not guilty? His dignified appearance in the courtroom would make the entire jury want to smash eggs.”
She moved a beat slower still, the tingling sensation of skin contact coming from her ankle. When she looked again, a pair of large, clean, slender hands cupped her heels and effortlessly took off her shoes.So Adriana asked a second time, “What are you doing?”But the question in her stomach wasn’t only this one. She also wanted to ask why Calvin had suddenly shown up. Shouldn’t he be at the celebration banquet? Even if he wasn’t planning to attend, he still shouldn’t be meeting her here, at this time.The occasion and atmosphere were bizarre.Only, she didn’t get a reply from Calvin — instead, she was rewarded with a sharp crunching click.Calvin held the high heels in one hand and struck them against the concrete floor with such force that the slender heel snapped off.Adriana opened her mouth in shock and frustration, wanting to curse and lash out. “Calvin, if you’re upset, you
As night fell far from the downtown area, the half-full moon hung behind the clouds, and every gust of wind carried a thick atmosphere of terror.Adriana had never thought of herself as too timid before. But today, standing at the crime scene behind the police cordon, surrounded by lifeless silence, fear crept into her heart, thick and suffocating.Thinking about it during the day hadn’t felt that thrilling, but now, standing here in person at night, she had to admit — she really wasn’t mentally prepared for this.Seeing her uneasiness, Calvin slowed his steps, trying to keep her close to him. “Scared?”Adriana’s body instinctively leaned toward him, though her mouth remained stubborn as usual. “I’m a professional. I’ve experienced this kind of thing before.”Calvin suddenly quickened his pace. With his long legs and large strides, he pulled away in just two or three steps. All that was le
Without any warning, her body was suddenly attacked by a strong force. Adriana reflexively resisted, the bag in her hand smashing against his back — but in an instant, it was snatched away from her with one hand and thrown to the ground with brute force, disappearing somewhere in the darkness.Lips torn apart, her mouth forced open, she couldn’t make a single sound to call for help. There was no time to care about her clothes. The sound of fabric tearing filled her ears as her jacket was ripped off, and the buttons of her shirt were plucked apart by his rough hands, vanishing like they had never existed.Horrified from within, Adriana tried to bite down, but a sharp pain in her jaw made it impossible to close her mouth.Everything happened in just ten seconds or so — but for Adriana, it felt like half a century.She knew the violent man in front of her was Calvin, but the fear spreading from the depths of her heart still crawled over her
The next day, Adriana arrived at the law firm early in the morning.She analyzed the scene from last night, wrote up a report, and then went to Carson’s office.Carson’s face was still swollen, though better than yesterday. He was still not shy about speaking his mind. He casually remarked, “Did you not sleep well? Why do you look so awful?”Adriana handed over the report. “I’ve seen the scene. There’s some evidence I need to retrieve from the Public Security Bureau. Do you have a way to help me access the remains?”Carson read through the report, his face turning even darker than yesterday. “Wait… How do you know the details about how women are forced— Hold on a minute, don’t tell me you recreated the scene? Who did you reenact it with? A man or a woman?”“Deputy Director Carson, you’re focusing on the wrong point…”Carson tossed the repo
Adriana suddenly gained a whole new understanding of the phrase “barely make do.”Carson led the way to a Michelin one-star Japanese restaurant in New York City — the only truly authentic Japanese restaurant in the area. All the ingredients were flown in directly from Japan, and both the chefs and waitstaff were Japanese.The décor perfectly reflected the Japanese artisanal spirit — subtle, exquisite, and upgraded to be even more pleasing to the eye.Adriana smiled politely, though she was crying inside. “Deputy Director Carson, you have excellent taste.”“You’ve only discovered less than one percent of my good qualities.”Yes, yes, except for the scummy parts, Adriana muttered inwardly.Carson was clearly familiar with the place. The waiter immediately recognized him and respectfully led them to a private room, speaking Japanese as he introduced the new seasonal dishes.Carson responded fluently in Japanese, relaxed and casual, as if he were hosting in his own living room.Meanwhile,
A standard lunch with a bill showing $13,000 spent.Adriana was starting to seriously worry about herself — the speed at which she made money couldn’t keep up with the way it was disappearing. Yesterday, she lost her shoes and clothes. Today, she was out of food money.As they stepped outside, Carson casually grabbed her wrist and led her forward. Adriana was stunned.“Wait — I haven’t paid the bill yet! Hold on a second.”“What bill? You think I’d actually make you pay when you’re having lunch with me? I’m a member here — it’s directly debited from my card.”Hearing that she didn’t have to pay, Adriana felt a mix of relief and increased anxiety. Asking Carson for help at work was one thing — it could at least be framed as professional cooperation. But accepting his generosity in private settings blurred the line between personal and professional, and that unsettled her.“I owe you for this meal. Next time, it’s on me.”“So much effort just to avoid owing me a favor?”“You want the tr
In just a few days, Adriana had grown afraid of Carson. Quick on her feet and even quicker with her words, she worried that, at this rate, the entire upper class of New York City would soon know about their affair.Carson said, “As far as I remember, Anna doesn’t seem like the type to actively pick fights. And it’s true that I don’t like her character, but it’s not so bad that it’s outrageous—unless you two have a deep grudge.”Carson was also a little intimidating. As a lawyer, he had the ability to analyze situations beyond the surface, cutting straight to the core with seamless precision.But Adriana didn’t feel that her relationship with him was at a level where she could share personal details. Once again, she changed the subject. “Deputy Director Carson, are we still going to the Public Security Bureau? Are you still looking at the evidence?”She clearly didn’t want to continue the conversation, and since it seemed to invade her privacy or touch a sore spot, Carson decided not t
She had quite a bit of potential for uttering so many non-repetitive curse words in one night.Calvin caught her hand, not allowing her to leave.Then, right in front of her, he dialed a number.The call connected after just a few rings.“Mr. Walker? Wow, what an honor! What brings you to call me?” the voice on the other end said, half-joking.Calvin said coldly, “Contact Richard. Get him out of there — use whatever excuse you need.”The person on the other side didn’t dare to ask for details. “Yes, understood!”Calvin hung up and turned to look at Adriana, whose eyes were red with rage.“Aren’t you going to thank me?” he said lazily.Adriana tried to shake off his hand but couldn’t.“Calvin, you’re only making things more awkward between us. Please pay attention to boundaries…”Calvin leaned in and said lowly, “If I hadn’t watched my step tonight, you'd be lying on my bed right now, under me, crying for mercy.”Adriana’s face flared with anger.Without hesitation, she raised her foot
Last time, she had been half-proud of herself for bravely refusing to go home with Calvin — but she didn’t expect to be back here again, in the blink of an eye.Adriana scratched her hair in distress.“To be clear, I’m just borrowing the room,” she muttered.Calvin glanced at her miserable-looking face and said lazily, “I suggest you clean yourself up first. I won’t lay my hands on a female ghost — even if I’m horny.”Adriana rushed into the restroom, only then realizing how horrible she looked with half her makeup removed during the car ride.Come to think of it, Calvin had kept his cool the entire way — not even driving the car into the green belt.His psychological endurance was strong enough, she had to admit.The bathroom was fully stocked with toiletries.After showering, Adriana came out wrapped in a bathrobe, only to find Calvin on the balcony, making a call.He stood near the window, one hand in his pants pocket, his back straight and imposing.“Send someone to keep an eye on
On what grounds?Because he was Calvin — a character you couldn’t afford to mess with, couldn’t afford to offend.Adriana wanted to answer for him, believing, you don't have a second choice.But Calvin’s actual response was more official and impossible to refuse: “Believe it or not, it’s up to you!”His desire to catch him worked. After a brief moment weighing his options, Darren engaged in a more thorough conversation with Calvin, roughly covering how to help him clean up his act, as well as the cooperation that would follow.The matter was negotiated without Calvin needing to mobilize a single soldier.Darren cheerfully took the initiative to toast, saying, “Since we’re partners now, can you tell us your name?”Calvin didn’t touch his wine glass. “Next time, I’ll naturally let you know.”Kevin crossed over and spoke to Darren: “Mr. Darren, waiting for your good news in three days!”Richard and Liam looked at each other in dismay. Darren was normally a cautious man; otherwise, his bu
Darren was an unfamiliar name to Adriana.But Calvin wouldn't mention someone unrelated for no reason.After thinking for two seconds, Adriana understood: this man, Darren, who hadn't shown his face until now, was probably Scar’s big brother.Scar himself didn’t even know what his Big Brother’s real name was — so how did Calvin just point it out directly?Richard’s face shifted from green to white, little by little.He felt that the worst kind of situation was about to happen.This strange man seemed to know far more about them than he should.And the more this became apparent, the more Richard dared not be careless.He forced a smile and tried to stall: "Darren? Which Darren is Brother referring to?"Not only Richard — even Liam, who was nearly drunk, and Austin Mark, still dizzy from slamming into the wall, were staring at Calvin warily.With their connections in New York City, most powerful people at least had recognizable faces.But this man — no one had any information on him at
Mina’s eyes could see six ways at once; she thought tonight felt unusual. She didn’t know who he was, but she knew she had to serve people because of Liam. If anything went wrong, Darren’s business could be soaked, so she smiled carefully."Two brothers, if there's something to say, let’s say it properly. Roughness can scare people off, you know."Kevin’s skin practically crawled from her flattery, and he snapped, "None of your business."Mina smiled softly and picked up a glass of wine. "Handsome, don’t be angry. Why don’t I have a drink with you?"She drank it all in one go, tilting the glass upside down to show not a single drop remained. "Satisfied, handsome?"Kevin said coldly, "Not satisfied."Mina blushed profusely, tugging awkwardly at the corner of her mouth. "Then, what would satisfy the handsome man?"Kevin kept a stern face and said nothing.Mina circled around the table and half-squatted down, trying to tap Calvin’s leg, but he dodged her with a disgusted look, as if a sl
Calvin’s cold and clear presence stood out starkly in the room—like a noble eagle trapped among vultures. From the moment he sat down, the atmosphere shifted. It was as if this seedy box suddenly became a royal court, simply because he was in it.Adriana had to admit, deep down, that sometimes it wasn’t the place that mattered—it was the people who entered it.Calvin turned to the man and asked flatly, “Tell me, what kind of dog are you?”“Damn it! Did you just insult me?”Furious, the man raised the wine bottle and swung it toward Calvin’s face.Crash!With a smooth backhand, Calvin caught the bottle mid-air—and in the next second, red liquid flowed down the man’s head. It was a mixture of wine and blood, trailing from the broken shards that remained.The man stood frozen in place, stunned. He clearly hadn’t expected anyone would dare lay a hand on him.&l
Adriana hurriedly stood up, letting Richard's arms miss her as she fled to the song selection table. She quickly picked a song she was already tired of hearing herself.The prelude began. Adriana sat on a high stool as the disorienting lights flickered and danced, casting her features in shifting patterns of light and shadow. In the haze, her face became half-hidden, half-revealed—mysterious and luminous.As the song started, the room fell silent.Mina, holding her glass of wine, joined a few men in turning their attention to the small stage.There, in the corner, sat a woman like a frightened deer—yet somehow too mesmerizing to be real.Where did she come from?Was she just trying to help out a newcomer, or had she accidentally brought in a job-stealing troublemaker?Fortunately, that lecherous Darren Venzor wasn’t around tonight. If he had been, he would’ve already been seduced by that little fox.Adriana sang with her lips,
Interesting. Things were getting more and more intriguing.If she could catch evidence of Richard cheating, she could kill two birds with one stone today.“Good… Good!”Adriana’s red lips curved into a subtle smile, though no one could see the sharp calculation flickering beneath her eyes. She extended her long, slender legs. Her clothes weren’t particularly revealing, but her confident stride and graceful movements hinted at an understated allure.It wasn’t delicate, but it was undeniably captivating.Richard smiled, his eyebrows raised, and patted the seat beside him. “Sit next to me!”The woman on his lap let out a reluctant grunt and clung to his neck. “Richard, don’t you love me anymore?”Richard slid his hand along her leg and said, “Be good. Wait for me.”Obediently, the woman moved to the side, vacating the seat, and shot Adriana a venomous glare.Adriana leaned over and sat down, still catching her breath, when
A few moments later, Anna wiped her tears and walked out of the parlor—no one came to see her off.Leon spotted her first. “Brother, Anna’s here!”“Sit tight. I’m going out.”Peter got up quickly and followed her, gently offering a handkerchief.Anna kept her head down as she walked, not looking around. Suddenly, the appearance of a handkerchief and a dark figure startled her—she mistook it for Calvin and instinctively smiled,“Calv—”She stopped mid-word, realizing it wasn’t him.“Peter?”Peter stood there with his arms folded, his black suit crisp and sharp. A faint smile played on his lips; he looked like a knight in polished armor.“Did Calvin bully you? I’ll straighten him out if he did.”Anna clutched the handkerchief, shaking her head. “No…”“Oh? Then maybe Grandpa gave you a