ログインDexter kept talking.Confident.Proud.As if he had just done something commendable at the perfect time."Mr. Fatty," he continued, gesturing toward Lucien and the others, "these people are bold. Not only did they pretend to be Mr. Cross and Chairman Valeza—"He scoffed."They even tried to intimidate us using those names."He shook his head, clicking his tongue."Good thing we arrived in time to stop them."He puffed his chest slightly."My men already surrounded them. We were just about to deal with them properly before handing them over to you."—He didn't notice it.The change.—Fatty's face had gone stiff.Completely stiff.The cigar between his fingers trembled slightly.Behind him—Scarface had also frozen.The moment he saw Seraphina—And that back.That figure standing in front of them.He knew.Exactly who it was.A cold sweat formed on his back.He swallowed hard.—But Dexter—Was still talking.Still adding more.More lies.More exaggeration."They even resisted us," he
A group arrived.Several men in black suits walked in first, their presence sharp and disciplined. Behind them—A man in a white suit, his buttons barely holding together from how tight it was across his massive frame.He walked forward like a storm about to break.The onlookers who had gathered at a distance fell silent.Watching.Waiting.Sensing that something big was about to happen.—The leader of the Chicken Gang immediately stepped forward."Mr. Fatty!" he called, his tone full of respect—yet clearly laced with fear."What brings you here?"—The large man—Fatty—lit a cigar.Scarface, standing behind him, quickly leaned in to light it.Fatty took a deep drag.Then exhaled—Blowing the smoke directly into the leader's face."I'm here for an inspection," he said casually.His voice was heavy.Unhurried."Mr. Cross instructed me to watch over certain areas."He glanced around."This is my first time here."Then—His eyes shifted toward the chicken noodle stall."The owner of that
The thugs froze.For a brief moment, they exchanged glances—confused.The leader looked at Panther.Panther looked back.Then—They burst into laughter.Loud.Mocking.The leader waved his hand dismissively, as if brushing off something ridiculous.Then he looked at Lucien."Who do you think you are?" he sneered. "Threatening us like that?"His grin widened."With that small frame of yours… you think you can even fight one of us?"He clicked his tongue."What a joke."—Then suddenly—His expression shifted.As if he just thought of something.He gasped dramatically, eyes widening in fake realization as he pointed at Lucien."Wait… don't tell me…"A pause."You're Lucien Cross?"Then he turned to Seraphina."And you… you're the Chairman of Aureline Corp?"He covered his mouth, pretending to be shocked.—The thugs behind him stiffened for a moment.Iris lifted her chin proudly."That's right," she said firmly. "Now you know."She pointed at Seraphina."This is Seraphina Valeza."Then
After a brief moment of silence—The leader suddenly burst into laughter.Loud.Unrestrained.The rest of the gang followed, laughing just as hard.Iris froze.Confused.The women in the group shook their heads.They had used tricks like that before—But never something this ridiculous.Throwing out names like Aureline Corp?That was too much.—The leader wiped the corner of his eye, still laughing."The Chairman?" he repeated, shaking his head. "Seriously?"Then he leaned forward slightly."Don't you know who I am?"Iris frowned.The leader grinned."I'm Dominic Valemont," he declared proudly. "From San Virex."Then he laughed again.The others joined in.—Iris stiffened."You—"But the leader waved his hand dismissively, still amused."Come on," he said. "Couldn't you come up with something better?"He tilted his head mockingly."Like saying she's part of the Cobra Gang… or Eagle Fighters or something."His grin widened."But Chairman of a business titan?"He scoffed."Do you real
"Wait."The gang leader spoke, grinning as he slowly stood up from his seat and stepped forward.The others immediately stopped and moved aside, giving him space.He walked with a lazy confidence, eyes fixed on Iris."I like your personality," he said, voice dripping with amusement. "Fiery. Bold."His grin widened, flashing the gold tooth."If you agree to be my woman," he continued, "you'll get to eat chicken noodles every day."Iris blinked."…What?"He didn't stop.His gaze shifted toward Seraphina.Earlier, he had heard Lucien mention "Mom" and "Dad" to her. At first, he thought they might be siblings—but looking at them now, they clearly weren't alike.So—A couple.His favorite kind of situation.Taking someone else's woman.His eyes gleamed.He glanced briefly at Lucien—Then dismissed him almost instantly.'Too small. Too weak.'Not worth his attention.He turned fully toward Seraphina, smiling wider."You," he said, tone softer but no less shameless. "You're quiet… refined… a
The three of them didn't respond.They simply continued eating—As if nothing had happened.Lucien casually took another bite."The chicken here is really good," he said. "It's not just thrown into the noodles. You can tell it's prepared properly."Iris nodded in agreement."And the vegetables," she added, still eating. "They taste like the chicken too. It's like they were cooked together long enough to absorb everything."Seraphina nodded as well, lifting her noodles."The noodles are handmade," she said calmly. "You can't buy this texture anywhere in the market."They continued talking—Calm.Focused.Completely ignoring the situation around them.—The man who had shouted earlier stood there—Frozen.Stunned.For a moment, he couldn't even process what was happening.Then—His face twisted in anger.He stepped forward and slammed his hand onto their table."Hey! Are you even listen—"He didn't finish.Iris suddenly stood up—Bang!Her fist landed squarely on his face."What the hel
"What happened?" Lucien demanded the moment Irene's voice cracked through the line. "Wasn't she in her office? How could something happen?""I accompanied the Chairman when she went out—" Irene's voice crackled through the line."Send me the location," Lucien cut in sharply. "I'm coming."He ended
Julian smiled as he stepped forward.He gave Margaret and Caleb a small nod—subtle, approving—like a silent good job. In his mind, the scene had already played out perfectly: public pressure, moral accusation, reputation shaken. The usual.He adjusted his cuffs and turned toward Seraphina, voice ca
Two people stepped forward.Seraphina recognized them instantly.Vanessa Kline.Marcus Hale.Lucien, standing off to the side with a coffee in hand, curved his lips into a faint smile.'Interesting,' he thought.Vanessa stopped right in front of Seraphina, chin lifted, eyes sharp."There's a proble
Seraphina's hand clenched tightly at her side.She took one step forward—And Clinton moved, blocking her path."Are you really going to let your studio shut down?" he said sharply. "Think about it."His voice softened, turning persuasive again. "All the effort you poured into it. How you started f







