登入Bang!Julian slammed his coffee cup onto the Vance Clan's office desk, causing the liquid to splash across the documents scattered around it. His breathing turned ragged as his sharp eyes fixed on the phone trembling violently in his right hand from the overwhelming rage consuming him."Uncle Alistair! Christian! Look at this right now!" Julian shouted in an extremely stern voice, his deep baritone booming through the room and shattering the silence. He thrust the phone in front of the two men, his expression completely hardened.Christian, who had been lighting his cigarette, suddenly paused. His thick brows furrowed as he looked at a photograph taken by one of their spies. "What's wrong, Julian? Stop yelling like a madman," Christian scoffed, his voice filled with annoyance and growing curiosity."My informant just sent me the exact coordinates, Christian!" Julian snapped again, pointing at the phone screen with his rigid index finger. "Vivienne... that chubby woman is with Tristan
Tristan kicked open the iron door of his underground villa with a violent thrust. His muscular arms held Vivienne's curvy body tightly against his chest, her weight feeling unusually heavy as she hung limply without strength. His breathing came in short gasps, racing alongside his pounding heartbeat as panic seeped into every fiber of his being that afternoon."Vivienne! Stay with me! Don't close your eyes!" Tristan barked in a panic-stricken voice as he strode quickly down the emergency corridor toward his black sports car. His dark eyes glanced at the chubby face resting in his arms, now as pale as a sheet, with her plump lips turning dry and bluish. "Damn it! Why is your temperature getting even higher?!"Vivienne gave no fiery retort as she usually would. She only let out a faint groan, her chubby fingers weakly clutching the collar of Tristan's shirt. "It hurts... Tristan... My head feels like it's about to split open," Vivienne whimpered in a hoarse, broken voice. Hot breaths es
Bang!The door to Benita's apartment was forced open after a powerful blow from outside sent the metal hinges screeching loudly. Benita stumbled backward until her back struck the edge of the shoe rack, her eyes widening in shock as three imposing figures stormed inside without permission. An overwhelmingly intimidating aura instantly filled the cramped apartment."Where's Vivienne?!" Julian barked, his voice filled with fierce intimidation as he strode forward until he stood directly in front of Benita. His hawk-like eyes flashed dangerously as they demanded an answer. "Don't you dare hide her in here, or I'll tear this place apart right now!"Benita tried to swallow, her throat painfully dry. Her trembling hands instinctively clutched the hem of her shirt as she struggled to suppress the fear that had suddenly paralyzed every nerve in her body."I-I don't know!" Benita replied, her voice raised but trembling as she forced herself to appear brave before the three monsters of the Vanc
Vivienne kept her eyes tightly shut, clutching the edge of the thick blanket wrapped around her curvy body. Her breathing grew shorter and hotter, and a soft moan escaped her lips each time another wave of dizziness pounded through her head. Cold sweat trickled down her chubby temples, soaking the pillow beneath her.Tristan, who had not moved from the edge of the bed, immediately straightened his tall frame."Vivienne? Hey, can you hear me?" Tristan called, his voice filled with barely restrained panic. He pressed the back of his hand against the woman's plump neck once again, feeling that her body temperature was still dangerously high. "Damn it, the compress has already gone cold."Vivienne shifted restlessly, her pale, dry lips parting slightly."I'm cold... Tristan, it's so cold," Vivienne whimpered in a hoarse, broken voice as her curvy body instinctively curled deeper beneath the blanket to fight off the violent shivers consuming every nerve in her body that afternoon."How can
Tristan slammed the heavy iron door shut and locked it with three turns of the key, each one producing a deep metallic click. He let out a short breath before turning his sturdy frame toward Vivienne, who sat weakly on the edge of the large wooden bed inside the room."For now, you're safe here, Vivienne," Tristan said, his voice firm as he leaned his broad back against the cold steel door. His dark eyes swept over her curvy figure with a possessive gleam that had yet to fade. "This is my private underground villa on the northern outskirts of the city. Daddy, Christian, and Julian won't be able to find this place anytime soon."Vivienne did not respond. She simply leaned her full back against the bedpost, her breathing shallow and heavy. Her chubby face, usually filled with cunning confidence, had turned deathly pale, while her trembling eyelids struggled to stay open as a wave of dizziness struck her the moment they arrived."At least..." Vivienne murmured, her voice hoarse and barel
Dominic Thorne slammed the public relations report onto his desk with a violent force. His breathing came in short bursts, and his dark eyes burned red from lack of sleep after enduring two straight days of relentless pressure as the stock market continued to plummet without stopping."It has to be her! No doubt about it, this is all that fat woman's crazy doing!" Dominic roared, his booming baritone voice shaking the room and causing his personal assistant, who stood in the corner, to flinch in fear. Dominic's strong jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck tensed completely. "Find Vivienne no matter what! I'm sure she hasn't left the outskirts yet! How can all of you be so stupid that you can't even track down a single woman, huh?!""S-Sorry, Mr. Dominic... but Mrs. Vivienne's location is completely off the digital radar," the assistant replied in a trembling voice filled with fear, his head bowed deeply as if he could no longer withstand th







