LOGINA faint smile touched Zhao Hua’s lips. “That’s a good question.”“Then answer it.”“Maybe because someone is protecting her,” Zhao Hua said casually. “Someone who doesn’t want the world to know she’s still alive.”A name surfaced in Falcon’s mind almost instantly.Cale Miller.“She’s in Cale’s hands
“You’re earlier than I expected,” he said flatly.Falcon took the seat across from him without waiting to be invited. “I don’t like wasting time.”A faint smile touched Zhao Hua’s lips. “And I don’t like being approached without a clear reason.”Falcon ignored the remark. He pulled a tablet from ins
Naomi blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What are you talking about?”Cale gave a small shrug. “For all I know, there could have been some kind of romance between you.”Naomi nearly threw the cushion resting on her lap at him. But she stopped herself at the last second. Cale was just as int
The servant who had brought breakfast could only stand there awkwardly. “Miss… you should at least eat a little,” she said softly.“I’m not hungry,” Naomi replied without turning around. “Take it all back.”“At least—”“I said no,” Naomi cut in, sharper this time.The servant finally retreated, st
“And what does all of this have to do with Don Falcon? Who is he?”This time, Lydia stayed silent longer. Her thoughts turned in circles, weighing how much she could say without exposing something she didn’t even fully understand herself. Her fingers tightened against the bedsheet, her breath catchi
Lydia stared at Cale without blinking, her breath caught tight in her chest while his last words still hung in the air. Two days. In two days, she was supposed to leave with Naomi. No real explanation, no space to refuse beyond a few words he clearly wasn’t willing to hear.“Is that your decision?”
Harold coughed. Blood trickled from his nose and split his lip. Still, he let out a weak laugh—thin, broken, but stubborn.Cale leaned down slightly.“Do you know the consequences of what you’ve done?” His voice was low, heavy with pressure. “Because of you, my family lived under constant fear for w
The pain no longer mattered. There was only one thought in his mind.Get out. Be free.At last, he reached the door. His trembling hand reached for the handle. He pulled it with all the strength he had left. The door opened. No guards blocked their way.None.Beyond it, the corridor lay empty. Harol
The concrete room fell silent again after the call ended.The spotlight above Harold’s head still blazed harshly, throwing sharp shadows across a face already mottled with bruises. One of his hands remained bound behind the metal chair. Dried blood clung to the corner of his lips, and the swelling o
Meanwhile.Selena stepped out of the dining room with her posture straight and her pace measured. Her expression had returned to its usual cold composure, as if whatever had happened at the breakfast table meant nothing to her.Even though, deep down, irritation simmered—sharp and restless—at Eli’s







