Mag-log inLorenzo lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. “Wife, I’m always on your side. I’ll help you. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. As long as you don’t leave me, I’d give you my life if I had to.”Looking at Lorenzo so close, Anna suddenly felt life wasn’t so bad after all. Meeting him felt like all her past misfortunes had been leading up to this—everything lost was worth it for what she had now. He was her salvation, the only light in her world for so many years.As her emotions gradually settled, Lorenzo spoke. “Feeling better now?”“Much better.”&
Anna sprinted across the courtyard. The café’s tropical-themed décor was full of lush plants, but the yard was quiet—not a soul in sight.The door loomed ahead. She inhaled deeply and threw it open.Who was behind all of this?The room was empty—no one, not even Olive.“Boss, they got away!”“I left someone at the door. They might run, but they won’t escape. Call the security team—whoever it is, stop them!”“Yes.”
Anna pulled a sharp dagger and pressed it against Olive’s neck. “That year, I didn’t even get to see my mother one last time. I know her body better than anyone—she was so young. Falling from the height of the villa wouldn’t have killed her. You botched the rescue… or did you take the opportunity to kill her? Was it you?”At the word *kill*, Olive trembled violently. Her neck grazed the dagger, and a trickle of blood ran down, but Anna didn’t flinch. Instead, she pressed on.“No! It’s not like that! I didn’t kill anyone!”Her expression was so tense that Anna was certain this woman was involved.
Anna had spent the past week in a daze, her mind consumed with thoughts of the returning attending physician. No one knew the details of her mother’s case better than she did.A hand, sharply jointed and precise, waved in front of her eyes. Anna blinked and focused.Lorenzo was staring at her intently. “What’s got you thinking so seriously?”“Sorry… I was thinking about the attending physician. She arrives tomorrow. I’ve arranged for someone to intercept her the moment she lands. What’s wrong?”Lorenzo held a tablet, the screen displaying several cocktail dresses. “These are all
Lisa quickly replied, “The exact arrival time is next Friday at 11:45 a.m. Once we locate her, everything will be clear.”Anna exhaled, relieved. “Good. Keep an eye on her. She can’t get away.”“I understand, boss. Don’t worry.”The day passed leisurely. Anna felt less like she was working and more like she was on vacation.Before leaving the office, she received an anonymous text:[Arrived safely. Don’t worry.]No signature, but she knew exactly who it was.
Randall wasn’t like Forrest. With a single command, he could uncover a web of details.His assistant cautiously laid out Xandra’s movements over the past month. “Mr. Davidson, your mother visited Xandra three times. Xandra met Valerie four times: once shopping at a mall, once at your home, once privately, and the last time at Mr. Hamilton’s engagement party. We only caught two of their meetings on surveillance entering a café—we don’t know what they discussed.”He handed Randall the footage. Watching Xandra pick gifts, she was not only snatched at by Valerie but even shoved around. Without Anna and Laura present, who knows what else Valerie might have done?
The situation now was helpless. They were already married, and had been intimate long before. It was just like when she went to the hospital for a check-up – even though it was normal to undress for an examination, there was still a sense of modesty that made her hesitate.As Lorenzo was about to t
Anna had never encountered such a situation before. Wouldn’t she be scared? Even she didn’t know how much longer she could hold on. Her endurance was stronger than most women’s, but her palms had gone numb from the pain, and several times, she had considered letting go. Her consciousness was starti
Lily had hit the wrong nerve.She had insulted, right in front of Lucas, the woman he loved most and could never have.If he was going to hit someone, who else would it be?The story about Lorenzo hitting Anna had been fabricated.Lucas, however, had truly raised his hand.Heather came out holding
Women were like flowers. They thrived when nurtured.The Anna of the past had no one to rely on. She cut her own path through the world, ruthless and unstoppable.Like a thorny rose, breathtaking yet dangerous.Tonight, Anna wore a black dress with a black blazer draped over it. Her style had not c







