Mag-log inUnderstanding exactly what his wife wanted, Cale could only let out a long breath and shake his head faintly. He refused her unspoken request. To him, this was not the right time.Then he looked at Naomi for several seconds. “I did know your father well.”“That’s not an answer,” Naomi shot back at o
“Why not?” Naomi demanded, unable to hide the indignation in her voice. “They were my parents. Why can’t I visit their graves?”Cale took a slow step toward her while Naomi continued glaring at him.The photo frame was still in her hands as the atmosphere in the room tightened even further. Her fing
“Aunt Lydia!” the little girl squealed dramatically. “I missed you!”She bolted straight toward Lydia, completely ignoring her father’s warning to be careful. The young man who had seemed absorbed in his own world suddenly broke into a run as well.“Oh, my darlings!” Lydia welcomed them warmly.She
Three days after arriving in Hong Kong, Naomi’s fever had finally broken completely.Her body still tired easily, but color had begun to return to her once-pale face. The room prepared for her was on the eastern side of the mansion, overlooking a wide garden with a small pond and carefully arranged
Several minutes later, Falcon raised a hand.Everything stopped.Andrew collapsed face-first onto the floor, his body trembling from pain.“Why are you still holding on?” Falcon asked.Andrew spat blood across the marble, then looked up at him through swollen eyes. “Because... there are people worth
Don Falcon’s study still carried the remains of anger that had not yet burned itself out.A crystal glass lay shattered in the corner, its fragments glittering across the marble floor. One chair had been shoved violently out of place, and the heavy scent of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke lingere
“I actually hate hospitals,” Althea admitted as she stepped out of the car. The place always tugged at painful memories. The birth of Josh had been different—joyful, of course—but otherwise hospitals squeezed her chest. She would never forget how her mother had taken her last breath from blood loss.
When the plane touched down in SunCity, several of Harold’s staff were already waiting. Just as Harold had promised—his people would meet Daven and escort him to the arranged location.Daven’s eyes swept them with sharp precision, taking in every detail, every movement. He knew better than to undere
“Good afternoon, young master Josh,” Arsen greeted politely.“Hello… good afternoon?” Josh replied, though his eyes darted to Daven, silently asking who this man was.“This is Arsen,” Daven explained gently, ruffling Josh’s hair with affection. “You’ve met him a few times, haven’t you? Arsen works a
Then small red dots began dancing across his guards’ uniforms—laser sights, pinpointing their chests, their foreheads. One by one, the men stiffened, realizing they were marked, trapped under invisible crosshairs.“Well, that clears things up,” Arsen said with a laugh. “Might want to let me go, pal.







