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George burst through the VIP room doors so quickly that they slammed hard against the wall, the loud bang echoing throughout the already devastated room. His breathing was uneven, as though he had rushed all the way upstairs without stopping, and the confidence on his face suggested he believed everything was still proceeding according to plan. However, that confidence lasted for exactly one second. The instant his eyes swept across the room, his entire body froze. One foot remained suspended in midair, his expression stiffened, and the color slowly drained from his face as he stared at the unbelievable sight before him. The room was a complete disaster. Expensive furniture lay overturned across the floor, shattered glass glittered beneath the lights, bottles had rolled into the corners, and four large bodyguards...men he had personally hired because of their intimidating size and strength... were scattered around the room in various states of unconsciousness. One had his f
Clara crossed her arms dramatically before immediately uncrossing them because she was still sitting on Jade's lap, and the position became uncomfortable. Before she could adjust herself properly, Jade moved automatically. One arm wrapped around her waist while the other shifted her slightly, just enough to make her comfortable. The movement was smooth, effortless, and instinctive, like something he'd done a thousand times before. Vanessa was combusting inwardly. The woman watched the interaction with hollow eyes as every second shattered another piece of the fantasy she'd spent months building inside her head. The cold, distant Jade she imagined didn't exist. The indifferent husband she'd convinced herself was trapped in an unhappy marriage didn't exist. The loveless relationship she'd desperately wanted to believe in didn't exist. Instead, she was watching a man who had stormed into a nightclub without hesitation, demolished four trained bodyguards in less than a min
Vanessa's face continued losing color until Clara honestly began wondering whether it was medically possible for a living human being to become that pale without actually turning transparent. The woman already looked shaken before, but now she resembled someone standing on the edge of a cliff, watching the ground beneath her feet crumble away piece by piece. Her lips trembled uncontrollably, and her fingers dug so deeply into the armrests of the chair that her knuckles turned white. Every breath seemed harder than the last, as though the air itself had become too heavy for her lungs. The room fell silent once again, but it wasn't the comfortable kind of silence people enjoyed. It wasn't peaceful, and it certainly wasn't reassuring. It was the silence that appeared right before disaster struck, the silence that warned everyone something unpleasant was about to happen. And judging by the way Vanessa was trembling, she knew exactly what was coming. Slowly, Clara turne
Jade's frown deepened immediately. "What?" Instead of answering, Clara simply smiled wider. That smile alone was enough to make several people in the room nervous. Jade knew that smile. Unfortunately, he knew it very well. It was the smile Clara wore whenever she was about to create chaos and somehow enjoy every second of it. The kind of smile that made reasonable people start preparing emergency exit plans. The kind of smile that usually left destruction in its wake. And judging by the growing sense of dread settling over the room, everyone else seemed to recognize that fact, too. Without giving him any explanation whatsoever, Clara suddenly placed both hands against his chest and pushed him backward toward one of the surviving couches. The movement wasn't forceful. It wasn't even particularly effective. Jade could have resisted without the slightest effort. Yet somehow he found himself taking several steps backward before sitting down. The action startled everyone. Inclu
The moment Jade appeared in the doorway, everything inside the VIP room changed so abruptly that it felt as though someone had flipped a switch. The atmosphere that had been thick with arrogance, tension, and hostility only seconds earlier instantly transformed into something entirely different. The confidence that had been radiating from the bodyguards vanished as Jade shoved the bodyguard who was going to hit Clara away after twisting his hand. The threatening energy disappeared. Even the air itself seemed heavier as every pair of eyes in the room locked onto the tall figure standing near the entrance. Just moments ago, the four bodyguards had looked intimidating, standing proudly as though they controlled the situation and everyone in it. Now, however, they looked like men who had suddenly realized they had made a terrible mistake. Fear flashed across their faces so clearly that even the girls watching from the sidelines could see it. And honestly, they had every reason t
The moment the bodyguard's hand closed around Clara's wrist, the atmosphere inside the VIP room changed. Everything seemed to freeze. The music from outside suddenly felt distant. The conversations beyond the walls became nothing more than faint background noise. Even the tension that had been building between the two sides seemed to pause for a single heartbeat. Clara slowly lowered her gaze. Her eyes settled on the large hand wrapped tightly around her arm. For several seconds, she simply stared at it. Then she looked up and smiled. It wasn't an angry smile or a frightened smile. If anything, she looked amused. The bodyguard frowned. "What?" Clara tilted her head slightly. "You touched me." The words barely left her mouth before she moved. BANG! Her fist shot forward like a bullet. The punch landed squarely on the man's nose with a sickening crack that echoed throughout the room. Blood exploded instantly as his head snapped backward, and the enormous bodyguard stumbled s
The atmosphere inside the mall had shifted so completely that it was almost unrecognizable. It drew eyes from every direction and wrapped the entire space in a suffocating kind of attention. What had started as a simple confrontation had turned into a spectacle, and at the center of it stood Clar
Back in the living area, Clara finally paused watching as the last of the boxes were carried upstairs. “Be careful with that one,” she said softly. “It’s fragile.” She said one last time. Only God knows how many times she'd said that phrase. “Yes, ma’am.” The workers disappeared, leaving the spac
Jade simply went still. He locked in place as though every nerve in his body had been seized at once. His spine straightened, his shoulders tightened and his breath slowed. His eyes sharpened with a dangerous, almost predatory clarity, because that word, that one fragile, trembling word, had sli
The night had long since settled into silence, not the gentle, forgiving kind that eases the mind into rest, not the soft hush that wraps around a person like a lullaby until even the most stubborn thoughts dissolve, but something far heavier, far more suffocating, a stillness that stretched endless







