로그인Fifteen minutes passed in continuous conversation. Thomas continued to talk about past grudges, while Chloe occasionally added a quiet observation from her position near the fireplace.Julian waited patiently, his hands resting on his knees, watching for the right moment to act.At 4:05PM, Julian paused in the middle of a sentence, shifting his body in the deep chair. He rubbed his hands together slowly, placing his right hand flat over his stomach."Excuse me, Thomas," Julian said, his voice full of easy, polite apology as he stood up from the armchair. "Where is your washroom? The coffee I had earlier is catching up with me."Thomas waved his hand toward the open doorway of the sitting room."Out the door, down the hallway to the left," Thomas said without looking up from his drink. "First door on the left side.""Thank you," Julian said smoothly.He turned around, walking across the rug with easy, unhurried steps. He stepped out of the sitting room, entering the hallway that ran t
Thirty minutes later, Julian’s car pulled up to the curb in front of Thomas Henderson’s private residence.Julian stepped out of his car. He buttoned his suit jacket, smoothed down his hair with both hands, and took a slow, deep breath to steady his racing pulse.He walked up the stone steps, his leather shoes making solid, echoing sounds against the steps.He reached the door. He extended his right hand, his index finger pressing the button of the doorbell.From inside the house, a soft two-tone chime echoed through the halls.Julian stood on the porch, his hands resting inside his coat pockets. His heart was beating fast against his ribs, but he forced his face into a relaxed and neutral mask.The door swung open three inches, then stopped.Chloe stood in the opening.She held the edge of the door with her right hand.The moment her eyes fell on Julian’s face, her whole body froze.Her eyebrows pulled up in immediate, genuine shock. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widening as she
Arthur’s eyes shifted toward the staircase leading to the second floor. "Did the delivery driver leave a name?""It was an official diplomatic delivery from the Maritime Trade Association, sir," Mrs. Gable explained, adjusting her apron. "It bore a gold wax seal."Arthur nodded slowly. "Thank you, Mrs. Gable. Take Evelyn upstairs."Evelyn turned her head, looking at Arthur standing in the center of the hall entrance. His face looked tired, dark lines running deep around his eyes, but his frame remained upright and solid."Don't stay up all night working, Arthur," Evelyn said softly, her eyes lingering on his face.Arthur’s expression softened for a brief second. He took two steps closer to her, reaching out to brush his thumb gently across her cheek, right near the small white bandage."I have a few matters to handle," Arthur murmured. "Go rest. I will come up to check on you before six."He stood in the hall entrance until Mrs. Gable and Evelyn disappeared around the curve of the sec
Forty-eight hours had passed since the violent blast echoed through the eighty-eighth floor of Vance Global Tower.The glass doors of Bowen’s Hospital slid open with a soft hiss, Evelyn walked out slowly onto the covered drive. Her slender frame looked slightly smaller beneath her cream-colored high-sleeved sweater and trousers. A small white square of medical tape remained near the right side of her hairline, covering a faint scrape where the soot had burned into her skin. Her steps were cautious, her flat shoes making almost no sound against the pavement.Beside her, Arthur Vance moved like an iron shield.His right arm was raised slightly behind Evelyn’s back, his large hand hovering an inch away from her waist, ready to catch her if her feet faltered even for a fraction of a second. His eyes scanned the open yard, the parked cars, and the distant street corner with a cold, slow intensity."I can walk by myself, Arthur," Evelyn said softly. Her voice was still slightly raspy but h
She looked at the senior executives smiling at her. She looked at Chloe, who was giving her a sweet, supportive nod from the front of the room, her eyes filled with gentle affection.The suffocating knot inside Lily’s chest suddenly dissolved into a wave of warm relief.She didn't steal it, Lily thought. We really just had the same idea. She even shared the credit with me in front of the entire management team when she didn't have to...Lily gave a little nod to Mr. Mark. "Thank you, sir," Lily murmured, her eyes shining as she looked back at Chloe with absolute trust.From the front of the room, Chloe smiled warmly back at Lily, her face a picture of pure affection.The next morning, the atmosphere on the executive floor of Sterling Capital was unusually quiet and tense.At precisely 9:30, a courier walked onto the floor carrying a, cream-colored envelope sealed with a thick gold wax stamp. He walked directly into the corner office of the managing directors.Ten minutes later, an off
By nine o'clock the following morning, the atmosphere inside the executive office floor of Sterling Capital was fast-paced and loud.The office space buzzed with ringing telephones, low conversations, and the fast, continuous tapping of dozens of computer keyboards. Flat-screen monitors mounted on the concrete pillars displayed green and red stock tickers updating every second.Lily sat at her desk near the row of high glass windows.Her desk was covered in stacks of paper, folders, and open notebooks. On her computer monitor, a long presentation deck was open. The bold title at the top read STRATEGIC ACQUISITION OF REGIONAL MARITIME ASSETS — Q4 PROPOSAL.Lily had been working on the file for two straight weeks. She had spent her nights reading financial reports, analyzing shipping routes, and calculating profit margins down to the last decimal point. Her eyes were slightly red from staring at the screen for hours.She reached for her pen, carefully drawing a neat circle around a key







