FAZER LOGIN"Prince…" Danny's face was tense with panic, yet he forced himself to speak. "The three hours aren't up yet. According to the rules, you can't—"Before he could finish, Bruce cast him a cold glance that froze the rest of his words in his throat.Bruce looked at him as if he were already dead. "You think she can protect you?"No name was spoken, but Danny was terrified. His legs gave out.He dropped to his knees, his face drained of color as cold sweat beaded on his forehead. "Prince, spare me, Prince! I… I had no choice… please show mercy, spare me… I… I…"Bruce's gaze swept over his tear-streaked face. The pitiful sight drew a faint frown of disgust. He stepped forward in long strides and left without another word.From the moment the compatibility score issue arose, Bruce had known Danny was deliberately targeting them. He had held back only to avoid replacing the director midway, which would give public opinion a chance to stir trouble and drag Isolde into it. Otherwise, Danny
The comments flooded the screen.EternalLightOfHerHighness: [Isolde and Bruce fans, come out and take the hit!]MonsterSlayer: [Hahahahaha, I'm dying! No matter how cold and aloof a god is, once he sees Her Highness Claudia, his heart rate jumps to 150. Words can be fabricated, love can be acted, but heart rate doesn't lie. The Prince's true love is Her Highness!]HerHighnessGuard: [I told you so. Our Highness is noble and perfect. How could this ever be one-sided? She and the Prince were always meant for each other. Some people need a little self-awareness.]ShippingScholar: [I'm dead from shipping this, I'm dead! A couple reunited after so long. One "I missed you," and his heart rate explodes to 159. What do you think they're doing? It's not hard to guess.]Isolde&BruceForever: [But were all those moments the Prince shared with Isolde fake? They felt so real.]InternetRealityCheck: [I feel bad for the person above. Don't be naive. They're both acting. Look at Isolde's stream ne
There were still two hours and seven minutes left.The thought of Isolde alone in a room with a stranger, even if nothing would happen, ignited a nameless fire in Bruce's chest. It pressed in on him until he felt stifled, as if he might break.The chill around him sharpened, almost tangible.The biracial beauty, composed and confident at the start, grew increasingly restless. Every topic she raised sank like a stone into an icy sea, drawing no response. Even the occasional glance from him was so cold it sent chills down her spine.She wasn't here to seduce anyone. She was here to test her heart's endurance, wasn't she?After ten minutes, her composure collapsed. "Prince, sorry, I need to use the restroom."She spoke quickly, then practically fled, rushing straight to the production staff outside the café. "I quit! Give the money back to them. Whoever wants this job can take it. His aura feels like he's about to kill someone. If I stay even one more second, I'll freeze on the spot
Isolde had felt this before. When Jemima set her up, it felt exactly like this!"Let go…" She tried to break free, but her arms were too weak to lift. Her attempt to push him away looked more like playing hard to get."If you've twisted your ankle, you can't move carelessly. It will worsen the injury. I'll help you to the sofa first." Adam's arm around her waist did not loosen. It tightened. He half held, half carried her, leading her toward the resting area.Isolde gritted her teeth and fought to stay conscious, but her vision had already begun to sway and double.When she forced herself to focus and looked at the person supporting her…That sweat-drenched face blurred and twisted, gradually shifting into another face she knew well, with deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips always pressed together. She wondered if it was Bruce and whether he was there.The tightly strung line of defense in her heart snapped the moment she saw "him."Her nose tingled, her eyes reddened,
TheInternetGod: [Wait… Isolde's heart rate didn't change at all?!]CalmAsAChicken: [Seriously? Facing this level of temptation, and her heart rate stays flat? Did she come out of a convent?]BBQSpokesperson: [Maybe she's deliberately holding back. After all, this is a show. Drooling outright would be kind of embarrassing.]Isolde&BruceShipLeader: [He's handsome, but compared to the Prince, he's miles behind. Our Isolde looks at the Prince's god-tier face every day. Her standards are already sky-high. Not being interested in someone at this level is totally normal, right?]Dora: [A top-tier elite like the Prince definitely doesn't have this kind of explosive physique. Saying she's used to it? Isolde is just pretending. Let's see how long she can keep it up.]…After showing off his muscles, Adam began to guide Isolde through warm-up exercises.Calling it guidance was generous. It felt more like a display of his sex appeal.Each movement sent the comments into a frenzy.But Isol
The man was about 6'2" tall, dressed in a fitted black athletic tank top that outlined full pectorals and sharply defined abs. He wore matching athletic shorts that revealed well-shaped calves.None of that held the focus. His face did. Sharp brows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and, most striking of all, eyes slightly upturned at the corners, carrying three parts smile and seven parts deep affection when he looked at someone.His hair, dyed a trendy ash gray, was casually styled with texture, wild yet fresh.Standing there, he resembled a beam of sunlight, bright and intense, radiating raw vitality.The live comment section exploded.FaceLoversAssociation: [Holy shit! This is a fitness coach? This is basically a walking aphrodisiac! Does this body really exist? Why is my screen wet?!]SeaKingShelterDirector: [Coach, send me your gym address! Now! Immediately! I'll sell everything I own for lifetime VIP access!]UnluckyRunner: [Girl above, put on some clothes… but seriously,
Spencer turned, entered the bedroom, and stepped up to check on Bruce.Bruce lay deeply unconscious, his breathing shallow, his body temperature dropping, exactly as Jemima had described after the third dose.When Bruce woke again, he would be one of the living dead, fully conscious yet unable to
Spencer trembled with rage. Even his voice shook. "Bruce, the company stamp is of utmost importance. It controls the lifeline of Horizon Capital. If she took it, she must be planning to join forces with that bastard Alan and seize your company."Isolde is an ungrateful snake. She has no heart. For
Rain streamed from Isolde's hair. Soaked to the skin and utterly disheveled, she looked fragile, almost childlike in her helplessness.Bruce studied her for a long moment, then sighed. He took the umbrella from Tom and held it firmly above her head, angling it against the violent wind and rain to s
Spencer nodded and briskly directed several subordinates into action.No one knew where they had hauled the equipment from, but within moments, a spacious and luxurious stargazing tent rose into place. It was large enough to accommodate several people and stood in stark contrast to the small tents







