로그인Understanding 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
A few hours before Vanessa and Daven spoke on the phone.“This… this can’t be happening,” Vanessa whispered, her voice trembling. Her eyes refused to leave the screen where Daven stood, his words buzzing like a relentless swarm in her ears. And yet, deep down, she knew—this wasn’t some bluff.Her hu
“You should probably head home first, Mr. Daven,” Arsen suggested, glancing at him. Daven had been staring straight ahead at the road, his expression far too calm and much quieter than he’d been on the drive from SunCity to Mighatan. Was it because they’d just visited his grandmother’s grave?Arsen
The room fell silent. Her final words lingered in the air, heavy, pressing, leaving an ache of unanswered questions in their wake.A short-haired reporter rose slowly to his feet; his eyes locked on the screen as if searching Althea’s face for the truth. He lifted his hand, and his voice rang out cl
Althea looked at him in confusion but eventually rose to her feet. Her heart churned with questions, each one darker than the last, anger swelling with every beat—especially because Daven’s name was once again being tied to hers.How could something so absurd, so utterly reckless, spread like wildfi







