CHAPTER 2

On the other end of the phone, Colleen was overjoyed, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Mr Robinson?”

Tessa looked at the ring on the table and suddenly remembered that this ring was the same one she had seen in a photo of Gabriel Robinson at a socialite gathering. It was the heirloom diamond ring of the Robinson Family.

Connecting the dots with what happened at the hospital yesterday, she instantly understood. Fiona had saved Gabriel Robinson and taken him to the hospital! And because Fiona had given her name at the hospital, Gabriel thought it was her who had saved him.

She had accidentally become the savior of the Robinson Empire City! This was even more thrilling than winning the lottery.

"Mom, I have something to take care of right now. I'll talk to you later." Suppressing her overwhelming joy, she discreetly pocketed the ring from the table while Fiona wasn't looking. She then walked up to Fiona with a self-righteous air and said, "If you mess up again, you can prepare to bury your foster parents."

With that, she stormed out angrily.

Fiona had come home early in the morning, intending to get some sleep, but she couldn't anymore. She had no time to argue with Tessa now. She grabbed a mask to cover her face and rushed to the hospital to find that man.

The ten-million-dollar reward. That was something she had risked her life for.

But when she got to the hospital to check, the nurse told her that the man had woken up in the middle of the night and left without a trace.

He didn't even leave any contact information.

"Liar! Jerk!"

Fiona flared on the spot, stomping her feet in anger. "That five thousand bucks was my two months living expenses!"

As expected, a man's words are nothing but lies.

Not only did she lose five thousand dollars, but she also got fined over a hundred dollars by the delivery platform for losing an order.

She was already working part-time as a delivery driver, and now her two days earnings from deliveries were all gone to the platform.

Her heart bled. The world was harsh, and she was still too naive.

In the following days, she worked even harder, taking on extra shifts and delivering food part-time, while also bringing meals to her adoptive parents in the hospital.

*******

At Twilight Club.

Dressed in her security uniform, Fiona sat in the surveillance room with her colleagues from the security team, venting her frustrations. "If I hadn't saved that ungrateful jerk, I wouldn't be eating only two meals a day this week. I've lost weight from hunger."

After the car accident, her father remained in a coma, and her mother stayed by his side in the hospital every day.

Although Tessa’s parents covered the medical expenses, Fiona still had important daily expenses.

She had given her last five thousand dollars to that jerk for his surgery, leaving her struggling to make ends meet.

"Fiona, from what you've told us, you don't even know his name or what he looks like?"

"Do you remember what he looked like?" Drake asked. She shook her head. "I remember his face, but he was unconscious at the time. How would I know his name... Wait, wait, wait... Do you see that?"

Suddenly, Fiona pointed at someone on the surveillance video. "That's him! That's the guy!"

She slammed her hand on the table in anger. "You bastard, I finally found you." She stood up and started heading out.

"Fiona, wait." Drake grabbed her wrist, pointing incredulously at the person on the screen. "Are you sure it's him?"

"I'd recognize that scumbag even if he turned to ashes." she tried to walk away, but Drake quickly stood in her path. "Fiona, calm down. His name is Gabriel Robinson, the heir to the Robinson Family, and CEO of Beauty and Gold, one of the four major companies in the City. He's known to be ruthless and cold-blooded... a man with blood on his hands."

"Gabriel Robinson?"

Fiona took a sharp breath. Gabriel Robinson... of course she knew that name. Her workplace was the one place in the City where the high and mighty come to blow their cash. You couldn't work there without hearing about the Robinsons.

"He's a powerful man. If he wanted to thank you, he would have already. Since he hasn't, it's clear he doesn't plan to. Fiona, your life is worth more than that. It's just five thousand. Think of it as money well lost."

"I..." she was momentarily speechless, realizing that Drake made a lot of sense.

But still, she couldn't let it go.

After leaving the surveillance room and asking around, she finally learned that Gabriel was in private room 908.

Fiona decided to wait for him. It wasn't until 1 AM. that she saw him, dressed in a black shirt, exit the room and head towards the elevator.

She quickly followed him in.

The Twilight Club had eight floors of bars below and hotel suites above. In the elevator, she glanced sideways at Gabriel, who was half a head taller than her. He reeked of alcohol, and his strikingly handsome face was flushed unnaturally. His long fingers occasionally tugged at his collar, showing signs of post-drinking discomfort.

"Which floor are you going to?" his cold voice suddenly broke the silence.

Fiona glanced at the illuminated number on the panel and replied, "38th floor."

The elevator doors opened on the 38th floor.

Gabriel stepped out, and she followed closely behind.

But after only a few steps, he suddenly stopped. Fiona, caught off guard, bumped right into his back. "Oh, I'm sor—"

Before she could finish her apology, Gabriel spun around and grabbed her neck with his large hand. His voice was icy as he demanded, "Who are you, really?"

"It hurts..." she gasped. Struggling to breathe, her brain deprived of oxygen as she desperately slapped at his hand. "Let me go... I can't breathe..."

Hearing her plea, he frowned slightly and yanked off the security cap she was wearing. "You're a woman?"

Fiona had been working at the club, disguising herself with a male voice and makeup to avoid unwanted attention. Only the manager and a few security members knew her true identity. "Yes, yes," she gasped.

"Who sent you?" he demanded.

"I... I just wanted to..." Before she could finish her sentence, he interrupted her. "Wanted to be my woman?"

He had noticed the suspicious behavior of the small security guard earlier and knew that his drink had been tampered with. It was clear to him—another woman trying to drug him and climb into his bed.

Fiona was on the verge of passing out from his grip.

This bastard! Repaying kindness with cruelty!

She tried to curse him, "To be your..." but before any curse could escape her lips, he released her neck.

Her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, supporting herself with her hands as she gasped for air, coughing uncontrollably.

It was then that she realized the entire 38th floor was private residences.

The room was decorated in a luxurious, high-end style with cool tones of silver and gray, exuding an air of sophistication.

It seemed that he had already noticed something was off about her.