LOGIN*Boom!*The sentence sounded like a strike of lightning in broad daylight for Dominic Thorne. His broad body tensed perfectly, his chest heaving up and down, racing short along with a tightness that increasingly choked his respiratory tract completely this morning. Revoking inheritance rights meant Dominic would be kicked out from the highest throne of Thorne Enterprises, losing all authority, and thrown away to become useless garbage in the international stock exchange completely this morning."Grandmother, You cannot do that to me! I am the only flesh and blood successor of Thorne!" Dominic protested with a tight grinding voice full of completely thick desperation raging in his chest."Flesh and blood that cannot defend his kingdom from the chubby fingers of a woman is a defective flesh and blood, Dominic!" Catherine snapped with a bitter smile as cold as ice, ending her dialogue tag with absolute firmness. "Use the remainder of your common sense that has been drained by Giselle. Fi
The glow of fluorescent lights in the corridor of the top floor of the Royal Medica Central Hospital radiated an atmosphere that was completely cold and entirely sterile this morning. Behind the soundproof steel door of the VVIP intensive care unit, the scent of medicine mixed with a tension so thick creeping through the air. The rhythmic sound of the heart monitor device was heard slow, breaking the silence inside the room where an old silver-haired woman lay weak with an oxygen tube attached to her nose.Grand Dame Catherine Thorne.The highest matriarch figure of the Thorne clan as well as the primary and absolute inheritance rights holder over all core foundation assets of the Thorne Enterprises business empire, now appeared completely fragile entirely this morning. However, her pair of sharp hawk-like old eyes—a genetic trait passed down directly to her grandson—still radiated an aura of absolute authority that could not be denied by anyone in this world.*Click.*The door slid s
The next day, the new dawn brought a new storm that was ready to crush the remaining glory of Thorne Enterprises down to its absolute nadir entirely this morning.Inside the main studio of the largest national television news station, dozens of high-powered spotlights emitted a blinding white glow. Hundreds of journalists and mass media cameras had gathered, filling the emergency press conference room initiated by the Vance clan entirely this morning.Vivienne sat straight in the main chair, wearing an elegant yet simple loose black gown, giving the impression of an unassuming oppressed woman. Beside her, Alistair Vance—the head of the Vance clan as well as the most respected elder figure in the international business world—stood tall in a formal black suit, emitting an aura of absolute legal protection entirely this morning.When all the camera lenses began to aim toward her, Vivienne lowered her chubby face slowly. Using her entire skills of calculation that were far too mature, she
108The chilling silence once again took control of the main suite room after the rumble of the brutal fight subsided. Tristan and Julian still stood frozen with trembling bodies holding back the remaining adrenaline, their breaths heaving short in the midst of the ruined ruins of the room decorations. Their pair of fierce eyes slowly shifted, staring straight toward the corner of the bed where Vivienne sat with absolute elegance entirely this morning.Vivienne lowered her plump legs which had initially been crossed elegantly, then stood up straight. The gaze from her pair of round eyes swept over the bruised faces of the two crown princes of the Vance clan coldly, without leaving even a bit of empathy in her deepest core."Get out of my room. Now," Vivienne commanded with an extraordinarily tight and sharp voice, cutting through the tense atmosphere between them.Julian clenched his firm fist, his sharp jaw which was turning blue due to Tristan's punch moved to clench tightly. "Vivie
Meanwhile, in the west wing of the Vance clan's mansion, an extreme fatigue finally began to take over Vivienne's voluptuous body after a whole night of leading the cyber attack. She decided to return to the main suite room to rest her tense mind and physical body. With her disciplined, plump steps, she laid her plump body down on the mahogany wooden bed, letting her maroon satin gown spread passively over the white silk bedsheets entirely this morning.*Click! Bang!*The room door was suddenly broken into roughly without any knock at all. Julian Vance stood at the threshold with a short heaving breath and a pair of hawk-like eyes that were red, filled with a possessive lust that was already on the verge of the limit of normalcy. His success in trapping Dominic in the field had burned the rest of his masculine defense; he was sick and tired of seeing Tristan get the privilege last night."Julian?! Get out of my room! I want to rest!" Vivienne protested with a tight voice, she tried to
107The glow of dawn slipped through the gaps of the gray silk curtains in the main control panel room. The digital clock on the wall showed five o'clock in the morning when the tapping of Vivienne's plump fingers on the tactical keyboard finally subsided into a cold silence. The entire chain of cyber and financial attacks that she had designed together with Christian since early dawn had now locked down the movement of Thorne Enterprises on the international stock exchange floor. However, Vivienne knew very well that Dominic Thorne was not an amateur man who would instantly die just because of a secondary stock jolt."We need one absolute legal strike to lock his hands entirely this morning," Vivienne whispered with a slowed intonation, her eyes narrowing sharply as she stared at the data matrix on the main monitor screen.Julian Vance, who had just returned from the northern port with a black tactical jacket that was still diffusing the dense scent of the night air, stood tall behin
The large glass door had closed tightly, sealing Tristan inside the silence of his magnificent yet cold villa. Outside, at the edge of the swimming pool that had now dimmed without any light, Vivienne Thorne slowly lowered her plump body onto the wrought-iron chair that the crown prince had occupie
The heavy rain that had been pouring over the city since nine o'clock at night had yet to subside. At the edge of the outdoor swimming pool of the luxurious restaurant, the storm seemed to be raging inside Tristan Vance's chest as well. Hundreds of candles that had once been arranged romantically h
Vivienne Thorne's footsteps felt unusually heavy as she walked through the main entrance of her husband's mansion. Her eighty-kilogram curvy body was utterly exhausted, not merely because of physical activity, but because of the mask she constantly had to wear in front of the men of the Vanc
Julian Vance stared at the woman sitting across from him with a gaze that even his own logic could not decipher.Under the dim lighting of the inner garden of the French restaurant he had rented exclusively, Vivienne Thorne was enjoying her meal with remarkable enthusiasm—almost greedily







