LOGINOne month later, the glow of hundreds of crystal chandeliers illuminated the Grand Ballroom of a five-star hotel in the heart of Asia's central business district, creating an atmosphere of extraordinary magnificence. The expansive red velvet carpet was filled with the footsteps of tycoons, global investors, and rulers of the international financial markets who had gathered for the occasion. This exclusive gala dinner was held to celebrate the largest integration of the global cosmetics and investment markets of the year.Amid the crowd, Vivienne stood with pure and captivating elegance. She looked exceptionally fashionable that evening, wearing a maroon plus-size silk gown designed by a renowned Parisian designer. The gown embraced her voluptuous figure, accentuating her full chest and curvy hips beautifully. Her long black hair was neatly styled into an elegant updo adorned with a Korean aesthetic lilac ribbon, allowing her chubby face to radiate an aura of absolute confidence. As an
Three years passed swiftly, bringing tremendous changes to the highest hierarchy of the Vance clan. The clan's main hall was no longer filled with the explosive cyber unrest of the past. Today, the glow of the crystal chandeliers reflected an atmosphere of rigid formality. Alistair Vance had officially stepped down from his position due to his declining health, handing over the clan's absolute authority entirely to his crown prince, Tristan Vance.Tristan sat upon the grand mahogany chair, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His broad frame had grown even more imposing, while his firm jaw remained tightly set, radiating the cold aura of a new leader who had taken complete control of the domestic international market. Yet, within his dark eyes, the spark of obsession had never completely faded.Julian Vance and Christian Vance stood before Tristan's marble desk. Christian placed an annual financial report on the table with a quiet yet deliberate motion."The consolidation of al
The blazing summer sun of Europe bathed the white marble terrace of the private resort in its indulgent warmth. Vivienne sat comfortably against a premium cream velvet lounge chair. Her soft fingers, adorned with lilac nail polish, gracefully lifted a crystal glass filled with a chilled sweet pandan drink, its surface veiled in a light mist, before taking a slow sip. The shimmering liquid reflected the profound satisfaction glowing within her round eyes, which were always filled with mature tactical cunning.On the small glass table beside her lay an international business newspaper. Its front page featured headlines about the dynamics of the global financial market, while a corner of the fabricated international investigative column still occasionally mentioned the Vance clan in connection with the unresolved rumors surrounding their cyber asset hunt.The report implicitly described the overwhelming desperation of the Vance clan in Asia, who continued deploying every remaining piece
Time moved forward with its steady rhythm, dragging one day after another into a string of months that felt dull and agonizing within the grand Vance clan estate. Six months had passed since that fatal Saturday night that shattered the entire pride and hidden savings of their family. The core financial structure of Vance Enterprises had indeed been preserved, yet the atmosphere inside the luxurious marble mansion had completely transformed into something resembling a magnificent graveyard—silent and cold.The glow of the crystal chandelier hanging high above the main hall seemed to have lost the brilliance it once proudly displayed. No longer were there noisy discussions of ruthless strategies to seize control of the international market by any means necessary.Instead, every corner of the mansion was now filled with the overwhelming shadows of the past—a constant reminder of the existence of a plus-size woman who had once stood there, locking away the sanity and masculine egos of the
The suffocating silence inside the bedroom of the western pavilion of the Vance clan estate was suddenly shattered by a savage roar of fury. Julian Vance swung his powerful fist recklessly into the empty glass display cabinet.Crash!Sharp crystal shards scattered across the oakwood floor, reflecting the blazing madness burning within him. His broad chest rose and fell in short, ragged breaths, while his hawk-like eyes glowed crimson as he struggled to contain his wounded pride, burning desire, and masculine ego that had been utterly crushed."One week! A whole week of acting like complete fools while sitting on top of the world!" Julian roared, his deep baritone voice rising hoarsely from his throat. He grabbed his own black hair with trembling force. "That fat woman... that plus-size bitch had planned all of this even while she was moaning under the protection of this clan!"Alistair Vance stood stiffly in the corner of the room. His aged face, once filled with absolute authority, n
The giant clock tower at the center of the Vance estate struck twelve times, officially marking the arrival of Sunday at midnight. Inside the private banquet hall on the upper floor, Alistair, Julian, and Christian were basking in the illusion of victory, raising glasses of amber liquor as they waited for Vivienne, believing she was still preparing herself in her room.Meanwhile, beyond the rear perimeter of the mansion—a private protected forest surrounded by a five-meter-high iron fence carrying high-voltage electricity—the atmosphere was eerily silent. Not a single field guard was patrolling the area.Bzzz.At exactly midnight, every red indicator light on the outer cyber security control panel suddenly went dark in perfect sequence. The high-level security alarm system protecting the entire outer perimeter was completely deactivated for a fifteen-minute window. Tristan's old security code, originally designed as the Vance clan's military emergency protocol, was flawlessly executed
The clock had only just struck nine in the morning when the taxi dropped Vivienne off in the integrated business district. There was still one hour left before her appointment with Alistair Vance. Her stomach growled loudly, blending with the lingering ache and anger from what had happened with Tri
Tristan did not answer Vivienne’s question immediately. He simply pulled his red sports car over to the shaded side of the road before turning off the engine. Instant silence once again engulfed the luxurious cabin.“Why are you quiet? Is something wrong with your eyes?” Vivienne snapped, growing i
The sound of the front door being opened roughly shattered the silence of the night exactly at one in the morning. Vivienne, who had been curled up in the dark corner of the second-floor hallway, immediately tensed. Unsteady footsteps and soft flirtatious giggles echoed through the living room.It
Before Vivienne’s fingers could even touch the handle of the taxi door that had just stopped by the roadside, a rough yank landed on her wrist. Her curvy body was forcibly pulled away, dragged from the crowded sidewalk into a narrow, deserted alley between two tall buildings.Thud!Vivienne’s back







