FAZER LOGINHis eyes widened as he read the file Lance had just handed to him. His large hands clenched the paper tightly in his palms. His face was filled with hostility, and his gaze darkened as his eyes locked with Lance's and then his secretary's in turn.“The Carlson company has been acquired by Lucas Grant, sir,” the secretary said.Running his fingers through his hair in frustration, Ace squeezed his eyes shut and motioned for his secretary to leave the room.A rough sigh escaped his lips. For two days now, he had received no information about Sierra's whereabouts, and the only weapon that could bring the woman to him was now gone. Sebastian Carlson had sold his company to Lucas, his rival.He tossed his laptop, which was on his desk, violently. His face looked so frustrated because he had no idea what else to do. His henchmen, whom he had paid dearly to find Sierra, only said that there were no flights under Sierra's or Sebastian's name.As he snapped out of his thoughts, he realized that
His footsteps rushed quickly toward his grand mansion. The sound of his shoes echoed down the front hallway, revealing how hard he was holding back his rage that was about to explode. His hands crumpled the paper in his grasp, the paper already wrinkled as if it too had absorbed his frustration. His eyes were both stone-cold and piercing.He slammed the door open without waiting for the butler to reach him. The door swung wide with a forceful push, as if his patience had already run out even before he entered the house.“You’re home, sir. Is there anything I can—”The elderly butler stood upright, about to greet him as usual.“Where is your madam?” His voice was dry and cold, startling the butler. His tone was not raised, but his firmness was enough to make anyone flinch. Even the old woman bowed her head to Ace, as if trying to read her master's mood without getting into any trouble.“I asked where your madam is?” Ace's voice boomed again.His hands were clenched tightly, his knuckle
Lifting her chin proudly, her green eyes stared straight at the photographer intently. Sierra held the pose for a few seconds, making sure her facial lines and body angles were in line with the instructions. The bright studio lights made her eyes look more focused, adding to the strong impression that the camera wanted to capture. Her alluring body was posed seductively according to the client's request. She adjusted her shoulders and arms, striking a pose that accentuated her curves without looking excessive.It had been almost three hours since she wrapped up with the numerous dresses and accessories. She looked quite solemn, so serious that she barely noticed Ace's gaze upon her. Apparently, he was present at the photo shoot.Sierra had no idea he would be watching them work. Usually, Ace never showed his face during the time she was striking poses in front of the camera.Sierra openly showed her indifference, and even the sneering, disgusted looks Cindy shot her way had not bother
Sierra banged the car door shut loudly.The sound echoed across the parking lot, signaling how upset she was this morning. She took a shallow breath, trying to calm herself before stepping out. She was late for work at Valentino Enterprise this morning because of her husband. She could already imagine the looks on her coworkers' faces when she arrived late. Her schedule was packed, and even a small delay usually threw off her entire work plan.Rubbing her throbbing head, she clicked her tongue under her breath when she realized that she had left her mobile phone and wallet in her room. Sierra smacked her forehead, knowing how troublesome the day would be without those two important items. She couldn't even call anyone to let them know about her situation. She was in such a rush that she didn't even check the contents of her bag. She opened her bag briefly, checked again, then closed it, feeling annoyed with herself. To make matters worse, Ace didn't wake her up either. Sierra looked d
She lay down on the bed, her eyes slowly drifting shut. Today's photo shoot was extremely exhausting. Her whole body felt broken, not to mention... the pointless argument during the meeting earlier, which had left her head throbbing slightly. She wondered what Lance was planning that made him so desperate for Cindy to be her shadow model at her husband's company.A soft sigh escaped her lips as her slender fingers gently massaged the bridge of her nose and temples. She seemed to need to sleep early now; perhaps she would skip dinner tonight. Her breathing gradually became steadier as the throbbing in her head subsided.As Sierra began to fall asleep and drift into dreamland, she vaguely felt her bed move slightly. The soft sound of fabric rubbing could be heard as her consciousness began to fade. There was a gentle touch on her head— large fingers moving slowly, lightly massaging her scalp with a soothing rhythm.Her tired body responded slightly, shifting a little, but her eyes remai
Sierra winced as Ace applied ointment to the wound on her arm. They were still in the meeting room, along with Lance, Rosalie, and Cindy.Ace wouldn't let the three of them leave the room, while keeping an eye on Lance, who was treating the scratch on Cindy's face. He felt uneasy seeing Lance and Cindy so close, so much so that he unconsciously pressed his finger hard on his wife's wound— causing Sierra to glare sharply at her husband, who was kneeling down beneath her.“If you don't like seeing your gay lover close to another woman, drag him out and take your hands off me!” Sierra growled resentfully, roughly swatting his arm away. She instantly snatched the ointment from her husband's hand and walked away from him.Ace could only squeeze his eyes shut as he watched his wife walk away from him with an angry look on her face. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he then got to his feet as the corner of his eye caught sight of Lance again, only for a split second before he turned his gaz







