LOGINA commotion broke out at the edge of the crowd."It's the Prince! Bruce Princeton is here!" someone shouted, and every gaze snapped toward the entrance.Bruce appeared in a sharp black suit, his expression cold as ice as he strode forward.A chilling aura surrounded him, warning others to keep their distance. Wherever he passed, the dense crowd parted on instinct to form a path.The reporters reacted like sharks that had scented blood. They pivoted at once and surged forward."Prince, regarding your wife, Ms. Vancrest, hitting someone with her car and evading responsibility, do you have any explanation?""Mr. Princeton, the party at fault refuses to admit their mistake, and the victim's family is in emotional distress. Will you offer compensation and an apology on your wife's behalf?""Prince, does this reflect the privileged class' disregard for the law? How do you intend to calm public anger?"Their sharp, overlapping questions fell like torrential rain.Bruce had no choice
Isolde knew Bruce was waiting for her to come home for dinner.A trace of unease flickered in his chest. He pulled out his phone, tapped her pinned contact, and dialed.It rang three times, then the call disconnected automatically, and a mechanical female voice filled the line. "The number you have dialed is not available at the moment. Please try again later."Bruce's eyes darkened, like storm clouds gathering.He dialed again, but there was still no answer.The unease sharpened, tightening around his heart like cold vines.Isolde would not ignore his calls, especially when she knew he was waiting.'Something happened.' The thought struck him with sudden clarity.Bruce turned on his heel and strode toward the garage, pressing his earpiece as he moved, his voice cold. "Locate Isolde's whereabouts immediately. Fast.""Yes, Prince."At the same time, the black sports car roared to life, surged out of the garage, and shot into the hazy night.Bruce gripped the steering wheel, t
Bruce tilted his head slightly, his warm lips brushing her temple as if by chance. "We can't be apart for even a single day."Isolde's heart jolted, then began to race, pounding against her chest like a drum. Heat spread from her heart through her limbs, tingling and throbbing.Bruce did not just say it. He acted on it. With practical precision, he moved her dream, her career, and her team to his side."Hubby…" She rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her soft lips to his. "I was wrong. From now on, I'll take you with me wherever I go."Bruce looked at her, a smile deepening from his lips to his eyes. "Okay."…"Prince." Ezra stepped into the study, his tone unusually serious. "Victor is dead."The faint sound of turning pages stopped.Bruce lifted his gaze, sharp and focused. "How did he die?"Victor had been imprisoned and interrogated under the personal order of the Queen of Karsden, in a place under constant, strict surveillance. Even suicide would have been nearly impossible
"You're too good. How can you be this good?" Isolde said emotionally.Bruce tightened his arms and drew her closer, his chin brushing the top of her head as a satisfied smile deepened in his eyes. "As long as you like it.""Waaah, I'm dying of envy!" Joan covered her face in exaggerated despair from the side. "Envious of people with good husbands. Those of us without one can only cross the ocean and leave our hometowns!"The other colleagues joined in the teasing and laughter.The tips of Isolde's ears burned. She lifted her head from Bruce's chest, embarrassed.Bruce raised an eyebrow, glanced at Joan and the crowd, and spoke at an unhurried pace. "Five times the year-end bonus."The room fell silent for a second. Then an even louder cheer erupted."Long live Prince! Long live Ms. Vancrest!""I love Southbridge! I love the new base!""What is a foreign land? I was born a Southbridge man, and I'll die a Southbridge soul!"…The smile in Bruce's eyes deepened as he held Isold
Bruce's car pulled into a brand-new skyscraper.The building stood in the center of the emerging technology park in Southbridge. Its streamlined exterior gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the orange-red glow of the sunset. The logo on the facade was covered with cloth, adding an air of mystery."Isn't it a gala? Why are we here?" Isolde turned to Bruce in confusion.He unfastened her seatbelt and took her hand. "You'll know once we go up.""Fine." Isolde let him lead her toward the entrance.The lobby rose to an astonishing height. The polished, mirror-like marble floor reflected the dome's streamlined lighting design, giving the vast space a minimalist, technological feel.There was no one at the front desk, only silent smart gates.Bruce approached, and the gates slid open without a sound.Isolde glanced around, wondering if this could be his new company.The elevator went straight to the 48th floor.The moment the doors opened, confetti cannons burst with loud bang
"Tonight, I'm going to—""Prince!" Bruce's assistant, James, rushed in. "The guests have all arrived, and everything is ready for the gala—"He caught sight of the scene before him and stopped short.His scalp prickled. He spun around in a panic, words tumbling out. "I-I didn't see anything! I-I wasn't here!"With that, he bolted as if for his life.Isolde flushed. She reached up to straighten Bruce's rumpled collar and tie. "You're going to a gala tonight?"It was no wonder he was dressed so formally.Bruce nodded. He took her small, busy hand and enclosed it in his palm. "The return gala I prepared for you.""For me?" Isolde blinked, startled."To celebrate your full recovery," he said. "The queen's return."Isolde stilled. Then understanding broke over her, and a hot surge filled her chest.Word had already spread through the industry that her hand injury had been so severe it might leave her disabled.Who knew how many competitors watched from the shadows, how many wond
"What?" Alan's pupils contracted sharply. If Isolde's parents found out about the breakup, his plan to use them to force a reconciliation would be completely ruined."How dare you say that? You are the most filial one. Aren't you afraid Mom will be so sad and worried that she won't be able to sleep
Walter asked, "Would tomorrow be convenient? After all, the bride and groom's attire is a matching set. Trying them on together will give a better sense of the overall look."'Trying on wedding gowns with Bruce?' The thought alone made Isolde tense.Walter's reasoning was sound, though, and she co
In the next instant, Alan shook his head hard, trying to chase away that absurd thought. 'No. Impossible. That has to be Jane. Today is Bruce and Jane's wedding. I must have lost my mind. How could I possibly mistake her for Isolde?'"Alan! It's almost time. Why are you still standing at the door?"
Ruth raised her freshly manicured hand with practiced arrogance. "Otherwise what? Hah. It's Father's 70th birthday celebration. Every member of the family must attend."If you didn't show up, you'd have no place left in the Princeton family. At least you still know your priorities. No matter how up




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