LOGINThe warning systems started beeping before anyone properly understood what was happening. Red emergency lights flashed repeatedly across multiple floors inside Rothwell laboratory while system alerts exploded aggressively on every monitor connected to the central network. Engineers immediately rushed across different departments trying to stabilize the situation, their voices overlapping with confusion as error messages multiplied faster than they could respond to them.One of the engineers quickly leaned toward the main control system, his fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard while sweat gathered visibly around his forehead. “The temperature is rising too fast,” he said urgently. “The cooling system is not responding anymore.”Another engineer turned sharply toward him after noticing smoke slowly escaping from one of the connected units near the core section. The smell of something burning started spreading through the room almost immediately.“Shut everything down now!” som
The celebration inside Mave Edition continued. Adrian stepped out of the venue, his presence moving away from the bright chaos without urgency. A car waited a short distance from the entrance with its engine already running. He entered and closed the door behind him. The tinted glass swallowed the outside lights, leaving only controlled silence inside the vehicle.He leaned back slowly into the seat. Adrian raised his hand toward his ear, touching a hidden communication device embedded carefully within reach. His gaze stayed forward as the line connected.“There is something off about him,” Adrian said quietly.A pause followed as he listened to the response coming through in fragments. The signal stabilized, and his expression did not change even as he absorbed the information. His silence made the entire moment feel longer than it actually was.“Did you get a clear image of his face?” he asked.Another pause followed, heavier this time.Adrian’s fingers rested against the seat bes
Chloe’s car had arrived directly behind theirs, but nobody cared anymore at all. The cameras refused to shift properly toward her because Clara and Jeffery had already swallowed the entire atmosphere completely. Even her arrival felt like it existed in the background of someone else’s moment.Chloe removed her sunglasses slowly after stepping out of the vehicle while watching reporters ignore them almost completely. Her lips tightened instantly as she realized no amount of presence was enough to compete with what was happening in front of her. The attention imbalance was too obvious to pretend otherwise. “That’s annoying,” she muttered quietly.Another celebrity also stepped out from her car. Her eyes were already locked forward, but her attention wasn’t on the noise or cameras anymore. It was fixed directly on Clara, who was already becoming the center of something she did not even try to control.Annoying wasn’t the right word anymore at all. Dangerous felt closer, because Clara di
They had learned that interruptions were suicide when he was in that state. When his voice finally came, It felt like something that had been continuing long before anyone was allowed to hear it.“I attended a burial once,” he said slowly, almost detached, like the memory belonged to someone else but still annoyed him. His boys stood firm. A dropped feather sound could be heard.There was a pause, but he didn’t look at anyone.“The kind where you think it is done… and then somehow, it refuses to stay done.”He had a cigarette between his fingers, already halfway burned down, and the smoke followed him slowly as he moved.“I’ve watched that same thing happen with Jeffery more times than I can count. Every time I think it is finally over, every time I think something has finally reached him properly… he finds a way to stand up again.”His gaze shifted slightly, still unfocused, he was replaying every moment that had failed him.“It is like he understands escape better than consequence.
Clara looked at him through wet lashes while trembling slightly. “I couldn’t even look at myself,” she whispered.Jeffery’s chest hurt listening to her. He wiped her tears carefully with both thumbs before shaking his head slowly. “Nothing about this is your fault.”Clara bit her already injured lip while more tears rolled down her cheeks.He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “You hear me?” he whispered against her skin. “Nothing.”Clara cried quietly against him again while Jeffery held her tighter.After a moment, he suddenly carried her into his arms. Clara gasped softly from the movement.Jeffery placed her carefully on the bed like she was something fragile. He immediately went toward the cabinet and returned with ointment and treatment supplies before sitting beside her again.“You don’t need to do this,” Clara whispered weakly.“I do.” His answer came instantly. Jeffery carefully adjusted the opened side of her nightdress slightly to expose the bruised area better. His ja
“They are both adorable,” one of the attendants muttered quietly to another.Outside, night had already fallen properly across the city. Clara called the driver afterward and waited with Mei near the roadside while talking about the launch again. Not long after, the car arrived.Mei hugged her one last time. “Goodnight, Mrs Rothwell.”Clara sighed dramatically. “You’ll never stop calling me that.”“Never,” Mei replied proudly.Clara finally entered the car while Mei waved excitedly until the vehicle disappeared down the road.Back at the mansion, the driver carried the shopping bags inside before placing them carefully on the couch and leaving afterward.Clara picked some of them up herself and headed upstairs.Halfway through the hallway, a smell suddenly stopped her. She blinked.Then followed it straight toward the kitchen.Jeffery stood there wearing a black shirt with the sleeves folded carelessly while staring at a pot like it had personally offended him. H1 stood nearby looking
Jeffery slowly released her, his hands slipping away from her as the quiet between them settled again. He looked at her for a brief moment before telling her to go take her bath. Clara blinked, slightly surprised, but she didn’t question him and simply nodded before heading toward the bathroom.The
“I am H2,” it replied Clara and turned to go. “Thanks,” she replied, acknowledging the gesture before looking away.THE PRESENTATION DAYClara exhaled quietly as she finished arranging Jeffery’s schedule for the day. The neat stacks of digital files and printed notes were aligned perfectly, a refl
When the masked man lost his grip, Clara sagged forward into the water, flailing weakly. She tried to push herself upright, her legs shaking violently from both exhaustion and the shock of the fall. Dirty water splashed into her mouth with every movement, making her cough, but she stayed conscious.
Clara’s body throbbed with exhaustion. Each breath rasped against the gag, and every tremor of her arms sent jolts of pain up her veins. Sweat clung to her skin, tears streaked down her cheeks. Her muscles ached from being bound so tightly, and every movement brought new shocks that left her whimpe


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