LOGINBruce glanced sideways and shot the cameraman a cold look. His tone was icy, his killing intent unrestrained. "Her condition is off. Can't you tell?""Huh?" The cameraman froze, then blurted, "You… You actually still believe her?"In a situation like this, shouldn't a man's first reaction be anger?Bruce let out a cold scoff. "Even if I stripped and stood in front of her, her heart rate wouldn't jump like that. And some other man thinks he can?"The cameraman fell silent. The netizens fell silent as well.Was that logic sound?Face-ConAssociationPresident: [Well, okay, but somehow that actually makes sense?]TeslaQualityInspector: [Damn! This logic is impossible to refute! If Isolde stays calm facing the Prince's looks and body, then facing this Adam, she really shouldn't be this excited??]Isolde&BruceCPRShot: [AHHHHH THE COUPLE I SHIP ISN'T DEAD! The Prince trusts her! His first reaction was that something's wrong with her. If this isn't love, then what is?!]DidIsolde&Bruce
"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
Isolde's heart sank. So her being abducted and detained still came true after all.Alan had not dared to behave this way previously because Bruce was protecting her. But now that Bruce had lost much of his power, this bastard wasted no time using the most underhanded means to force her back to him,
The cab stopped in front of a nondescript house.Isolde got out at once and knocked on the door.Some time passed before a young man finally answered. He wore a brown sweatsuit, and his shoulder-length hair looked as unruly as sheep's wool. Deep eyebags shadowed his face, nearly creeping up to his
"Come on. You can tell it's real," K said flatly, already turning to leave.Isolde stopped him again and shot a pointed glare at Alan. "Well, if Joker works for you, it should be easy to order them to hack into K's profile and send us proof of their work. So why don't we do that right now?"Alan's
Since Alan refused to let go, Isolde would not blame herself for meeting him head on.The fingers resting on the armrest of Bruce's wheelchair curled almost imperceptibly. His eyes darkened, their expression growing harder to read.Alan stood on the verge of inheriting the family legacy, so he had







