LOGINShe froze for a moment as she stared at the blood, her mind struggling to process what she had just witnessed. Another gunshot rang out. Her heart pounded as fear finally took hold. These people weren't trying to scare them. They were willing to kill. Another guard attempted to call for assistanc
"I…..I didn't know," he stammered. "I swear, I didn't know it was you." "That doesn't change the result." The executive immediately dropped to his knees. "Please." The leader looked down at him without sympathy. "I trusted you to do one simple thing, and you failed." "I can fix it," the executiv
Meanwhile, somewhere in Seattle at a luxurious bar. A man sat alone at a bar, staring into the glass of whiskey in his hand. He was none other than the former top executives at Black corporation who had lost his job two months ago. Once a respected figure within the company, he now spent his days d
Rose entered the mansion with her handbag over one shoulder, still thinking about everything that had happened at Alex's villa. Her mind was crowded with questions, and whenever she remembered the kisses they had shared, her cheeks warmed despite her efforts to remain composed. She was so distracte
Eventually, Rose put the tablet aside. Alex looked at her. "Are you alright?" She nodded, though her thoughts were moving too quickly for her to answer immediately. Then, before she could reconsider, she leaned forward and kissed him. Alex went completely still. For a fraction of a second, he se
She looked directly at him. "Can you tell me more about myself? You said we were together, but I don't remember you. I don't remember our relationship or anything about the life we shared. I want to understand what happened to me. Why can't I remember anything?" Alex remained quiet for a moment bef
Good afternoon, sir, ma’am. How may I help you today?” the young lady at the reception asked politely the moment she noticed Rose and Nancy approaching. “Hello, my name is Nancy Miller, and this person here is Ms. Roseline Gray, the new CEO of this company,” Nancy introduced briefly and sharply.
The morning sunlight spilled gently through the glass walls of the Manor, scattering soft reflections over the polished marble floors. Rose sat on the edge of her bed, towel wrapped around her head as she stared at her ringing phone. The name flashing across the screen made her sigh — William Gray.
She didn’t waste time browsing aimlessly. Rose had a specific goal in mind. With the help of the attendant, she chose a chic but subtle outfit — something elegant enough to draw respect, but plain enough not to draw unnecessary attention. She added a few accessories, heels, and then paused when some
After a moment’s pause, Rose turned to Nancy. "You remember that list of companies you prepared for me to make a selection from? You can spend as much more as you can to invest in all of them," Rose instructed casually, and began scrolling through her phone as if she hadn’t just mentioned an astrono







