MasukOutside the church, police reinforcements had quietly established a perimeter after receiving the alert.Yet all they could do was watch as a group of men in black escorted several figures out with unhurried composure.At the front was an elderly man, calm and unruffled, even turning his head slightly to exchange a few low words with the young woman supporting him.Beside her stood a man they all knew far too well--Liam Sinclair--coolly opening the door of a Porsche.The chief stared through his binoculars, his raised hand hovering midair before finally lowering it."All units, hold position. Do not act."They watched as Cecilia carefully helped Hugh into the back seat. Liam briskly circled the car and slid into the driver's seat.The engine growled softly. Under the silent gaze of the black-clad crowd, the sports car pulled away without the slightest obstruction, disappearing down the road in moments.Behind them, the sea of black suits bowed in unison, movements precise and practice
Liam's brows drew tightly together as he stepped forward, shielding Cecilia behind him. His gaze was heavy as it fixed on Hugh."I don't agree with her being involved in any of this. I hope you can understand."Hugh, however, seemed deaf to the surrounding objections. His eyes passed over the crowd and settled gently on Cecilia's face."Cecilia, what do you think?"Cecilia gave a bitter smile."I'm just an ordinary person. I don't understand these things, and I can't shoulder that kind of responsibility.""So you don't want it either?""I just want a quiet, peaceful life," she said softly, but clearly.Hugh fell silent for a moment, then let out a sigh that carried a hint of regret."Very well. I won't force you. But I have no children of my own--this empire still needs someone to take over."His tone shifted, calm yet leaving no room for refusal."Since you don't want to manage the bigger picture, then take over the two entertainment complexes and the casinos under my name.""Hugh!"
The Family gathering was held at a secluded church on the outskirts of the city.The courtyard, usually quiet and serene, was now charged with a chilling tension.Men in dark suits stood shoulder to shoulder, a dense black mass, silent as stone.Every year around this time, nearby police precincts went on high alert, deploying large numbers of officers to secure the surrounding area. When people who made their living in blood and fire gathered in one place, no one dared to lower their guard.Plainclothes officers were hidden among trees, residential houses, and street corners, watching the church intently.Protocol was clear: unless an actual conflict broke out, they were not to intervene.However, when the unmistakable Porsche entered the surveillance perimeter with the convoy, nearly every officer tensed at the same time."That's Liam Sinclair's car!" a suppressed exclamation crackled through the comms.Behind the binoculars, the sheriff's face changed instantly.Liam Sinclair--the
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling a warm, golden glow across the floor all the way to the foot of the bed.From beneath the covers, a pair of pale feet peeked out--only to be gently caught by a warm hand and tucked back under the soft duvet.A few seconds later, those feet slipped out again, resting lazily on the cool edge of the bed.Liam rose from the low table beside the bed, walked over, and crouched down. He lightly pinched her nose with his fingertips."Time to get up."Cecilia didn't even open her eyes. She hugged his arm and used it as a pillow, her voice thick with sleep."I'm tired...""We have your prenatal appointment today. You forgot?" Liam brushed the loose strands of hair away from her cheek, his tone gentle.Only then did she slowly lift her eyelids, blinking lazily as she muttered petulantly,"I'm not awake yet."Liam said nothing more. He simply scooped her up--blanket and all--into his arms and carried her straight t
Bang!Edward slammed the teacup in his hand onto the table. Tea splashed everywhere.His chest heaved violently as he stared at the man opposite him, every word squeezed out through clenched teeth."Broderick, I'm warning you--if you dare lay a single finger on Cecilia, I will drain the MT Group dry and stake my own life on it to make sure you're ruined. Publicly. Completely.""Say that again when you actually have the power to do it," Broderick smacked his lips lightly. "I heard you and your daughter weren't close. I thought we could make a deal. Turns out I overestimated your ability to stay rational. Fine. I'll handle it myself.""You wouldn't dare!" Edward gripped the armrests of his wheelchair, his knuckles turning white."I'm not asking for your permission," Broderick said flatly, all trace of a smile gone. "I'm informing you."Edward forced down the surging rage and fear in his chest, his voice trembling."You... why do you need a kidney?""Well..." Broderick deliberately drew
Liam waited quietly in the hallway.When Cecilia came out, he didn't ask a single question. He simply reached out his hand.She said nothing, placing her hand into his palm.The warmth and steadiness of his grip pulled her instantly back from the tangle of emotions she had nearly drowned in moments earlier.Liam still didn't ask.He just held her hand firmly, his thumb brushing lightly over her cool skin in a silent gesture of comfort.They walked side by side down the long, dim corridor. The wall lamps stretched their shadows thin and long. Their footsteps echoed through the emptiness, devoid of any trace of warmth.Sally had just finished cleaning up the broken porcelain. Seeing them about to leave, she wiped her hands on her apron and hurried into the foyer. "Cecilia, it's so dark out. The road isn't safe at night. Are you sure you won't stay for one night?""Just take good care of him," Cecilia replied without stopping, her voice drifting back toward Sally.Sally frowned, watching







