登入Screech... click.The doors of the private elevator slid open. The wheelchair rolled slowly across the polished granite floor of the VIP lobby, heading toward the glass doors. Just outside the threshold, Aiden’s limousine stood waiting, its engine idling, flanked by two bodyguards standing at strict attention.Just as Aiden was about to lean down and lift Alma into the car, two figures abruptly lunged out from a blind spot in the parking lot, breaching the security barrier."Alma! Alma, please save me, Alma!"Edna’s frantic shriek tore through the air. She had entirely stripped away her haughty facade; her hair was a disheveled mess, and her face was streaked with smudged makeup. Right behind her was a haggard Conal, wearing a crumpled suit, his eyes shot with blood. Both were instantly and decisively intercepted by Power Group’s security detail.Though pinned rudely to the ground, Edna still strained forward toward Alma, her voice trembling violently:"Alma, I beg you! Tell Mr. Power
A sliver of early morning sunlight pierced through the curtains, casting a long streak of light across the pristine white blanket. The soft, golden hue of the hospital room enveloped the space, so quiet that the rustling of leaves outside the window was distinct. Alma woke up. She gently turned her head to the right. The leather armchair was now empty, but a deep indentation still remained on the cushion—the sole proof that the man's warmth had lingered there throughout the long night.Click.The door latch clicked softly. Aiden walked in, instantly drawing her full attention. He had changed into a new dark grey-blue suit, his black hair neatly styled back. His sharp, clean-shaven face carried the faint scent of shaving foam and cedarwood, overpowering the hospital's distinctive smell of antiseptic. In his hand, he held a stainless steel thermos.Meeting the emerald eyes that were watching him, Aiden paused for a fraction of a second. The fleeting flicker in his deep, brooding eyes wa
For two grueling days, the grand lobby of the Power Group skyscraper bore witness to Conal’s humiliating degradation. He kept vigil from dawn till dusk, begging for a mere ten-minute meeting with Aiden Power, only to be met with cold, dismissive shakes of the head from the receptionist. Even the pair of luxury watches he had prepared as an apology was bluntly returned by Assistant Nolan, accompanied by a declaration that severed all ties. Aiden’s absolute rejection was a splash of freezing water, forcing Conal to bitterly realize that the death sentence for his career had been chambered—there was absolutely no room for negotiation.At the same time, Edna was losing her mind under the shadow of a looming criminal summons. Having lost all contact with Alma, she cast aside her arrogant pride and rushed straight into the dilapidated slums on the south side of the city—the very place where Alma had once hidden from debts years ago. However, the old room was empty, and the surrounding resid
The IV machine emitted steady, rhythmic beeps. After the chaotic panic, Alma drifted into a tranquil sleep, nutrients slowly flowing into her body through the needle in the back of her right hand.Looking at her small, pale face, Aiden’s chest tightened. He gently pulled the blanket up to cover her slender shoulders, brushed a few stray locks of hair away from her temples, and quietly stepped out into the secluded corridor. The crisp, chilly late afternoon air brushed against his face, yet it failed to dispel the suffocating heaviness weighing down on his mind.The phone in his pocket vibrated softly, displaying a newly arrived investigative report. Under the twilight filtering through the glass windows, each line of text striking his eyes caused his brows to knit tightly. The file exposed a brutal truth: Conal’s father and Alma’s father had actually been rare, lifelong friends. Years ago, when Conal’s family went bankrupt, it was Alma’s father who had extended a helping hand, raising
In the pitch-black darkness of her unconsciousness, Alma felt herself falling into a boundless void. The chaotic past rushed back like shards of broken glass piercing straight into her chest. She saw the collapse of her family, the suffocating mountain of debt notices, and Conal’s ruthless, cowardly face as he turned his back on their years of affection. She was entirely alone in the quagmire, her breath catching tighter by the second, surrounded by nothing but mocking laughter and bone-chilling cold. She wanted to struggle, wanted to scream for help, but her burning throat could not produce a single sound.Just as Alma thought she would sink into that dark abyss of hell forever, a streak of light suddenly tore through the night from high above. A hand reached out, firmly gripping her with absolute certainty, pulling her out of the bottomless chasm.Who are you?... Alma wanted to scream the question, but her numbed lips could only part helplessly and weakly in vain. Suddenly, the blin
Alma had just buried her blushing, embarrassed face into Aiden’s solid shoulder, trying to escape the judgmental stares behind her, when a wave of violent dizziness suddenly hit her. The sharp pain from her sprained ankle, compounded by the soreness racked across her entire body—a lingering ache from the fall that she hadn't noticed earlier in her panic—now surged straight to her brain at once. Exertion from the rapid succession of chaotic events caused her vision to quickly go dark. Her hand, which had been tightly clutching his collar, went limp, and her entire body fainted, turning soft in the dictatorial man's arms.Noticing that the breaths against his chest had suddenly grown weak, Aiden’s long strides broke rhythm for a split second. The handsome face that usually remained as serene as autumn lake water instantly fractured."Alma? Alma!"He called out in a deep voice, but his only response was silence and her pale, lifeless face. Aiden’s eyes darkened as an unconscious panic su
Aiden averted his gaze from the blue signal on the dashboard and tossed his phone onto the oak desk in frustration. The dull thud echoed through the silent room, marking the final snapping point of his patience. He sank into the high-end leather chair, taking a deep breath to suppress the searing p
"Edna! What on earth is going on here?"Conal rushed onto the scene, breathless. The moment Edna caught sight of him, it was as if she had found her liferaft. She instantly put on a disheveled, pitiful act, clinging to his arm while sobbing hysterically. "Conal, save me! Alma... she relied on her b
For the past week, New York had felt to Aiden like a chessboard where he was slowly losing his final pawns. He had been working relentlessly—not to close a trillion-dollar merger, but to hunt for a "worthy" woman. Someone to shoulder the heavy burden of bearing an heir to the Power Group empire bef
New York City in October always wears an air of haughtiness, with cold winds whistling through the gaps between skyscrapers like the shrieks of lost souls. On the 88th floor—the highest level of the Power Group Tower—the lights from massive tempered glass panels cast a cold, blue glow, reflecting t







