LOGINViper lowered his eyes and set the medicine bottle gently on the table. "Mr. Princeton, are you interested in cooperating with me now?"Alan stared at the small vial, the longing in his eyes almost intense enough to burn through it. Even so, his spine remained rigid."If this is a cooperation, I need to know your lady's objective."This was the second time he had asked. The last time, Viper had refused to disclose anything, and Alan had withdrawn without hesitation. Now, he asked again.Despite the temptation, his posture made one thing clear: if Viper still refused to answer, he would walk away from the deal. Just as the rumors suggested, outsiders were indeed treacherous.Viper replied coldly, "She has her sights set on Bruce."Alan's brow twitched. He narrowed his eyes. "If she wants Bruce, wouldn't it be faster to give him this medicine and have him meet her the moment he wakes up? Why work with me?"If the goal was to make Isolde transfer her affections and separate her fro
Alan let out a cold laugh and stepped back. "Truly arrogant beyond measure. You produce a bottle of medicine and assume I'll let you use me? Have you been in seclusion so long that your mind has grown this naive?"As he spoke, he pushed open the glass door behind him and retreated.He rushed to his car, slammed the door, and sped off.At the same time, he spoke into his headset. "Mobilize all bodyguards for emergency assembly. Protect me, and execute the man named Viper."A dull thud sounded from somewhere behind his car.He looked in the rearview mirror and saw Viper's car bearing down on a black bulldog. Just as the dog was about to be crushed, Sandra lunged in from the side.The impact sent her flying. She hit the ground hard and spat out fresh blood.Even so, she held the dog tightly in her arms, shielding it completely. Not a single injury touched it.Blood covered her body, yet her gaze on the dog was gentle, filled with unmistakable tenderness. "Jasper, don't be afraid.
"Ah..." Sandra screamed and ducked behind the driver, clutching him as she shouted, "Viper, he wants to kill me. Kill him. Kill him now!"Alan froze mid-step and stared at her in disbelief. "Did you just say you want to kill me?"Sandra grabbed Viper's sleeve, her eyes wide with fear and confusion as she looked at Alan. "You want to kill me, so why can't I kill you? Who are you? I don't even know you. Why would you try to kill me the moment we meet?"Alan's pupils contracted sharply. He stood stunned, struggling to process what he was seeing and hearing. "Sandra, what kind of trick is this? Did you run out of money and come back pretending to have amnesia? Keep dreaming. I told you the condition for letting you go was that you disappear from my sight forever. If you show up again, you die."His gaze turned cold again. Killing intent surged as he raised his hand.Three bodyguards rushed in from the side and charged at Viper.Without his protection, Sandra would be defenseless. Ala
This was not simply about wanting Isolde dead. It was about making her death appear "reasonable," about ensuring she died in a way that allowed certain people to distance themselves from any involvement.What was the other party so wary of?The matter grew more mysterious by the moment....The night was dark and oppressive.A single wall lamp cast a faint glow, barely outlining the furniture.A man knelt upright on the cold floor, his head lowered. "Miss, Isolde didn't die. I handled the matter poorly. Please punish me."Across from him, a woman reclined on a velvet sofa.Light and shadow cut across her face, obscuring her features and revealing only the faint curve at the corner of her lips."It doesn't matter," she said, her voice calm, soft, and almost ethereal. "If Isolde died that easily, it would be boring."She lifted a hand and gestured toward the glass of red wine on the side table. "You've worked hard. This is your reward."The man's tense shoulders relaxed at onc
Peter slumped to the ground. After a long while, he drew a ragged breath that sounded like both a sob and a laugh. "Do I… Do I even have a choice anymore?"If the assassination had succeeded, he could have ended everything with his own death in exchange for his daughter's peace.But it had failed. The evidence was in their hands, and his daughter had become the most dangerous bargaining chip.He spoke slowly, his voice dry as sandpaper. "That person… came to the hospital to find me on February 3rd. He was extremely careful. He found me in a public restroom."At the time, I really… couldn't borrow a single cent more. He said he could help me, as long as I cooperated with him… I don't know who he is, but if you pull the surveillance from the hospital that day, I can recognize him."Isolde's heart skipped. They were getting somewhere. She stood at once and turned toward the door.Peter lunged forward and grabbed her ankle. "Ms. Vancrest!"He lifted his tear-stained face, his eyes f
However, that shock lasted only a blink. In the next second, a murderous light flared in Peter's eyes. He surged to his feet, seized Isolde by the throat, and slammed her against the cold wall."Go to hell!" Peter barked.Isolde neither resisted nor struggled.She simply lifted her gaze and looked calmly at his face, twisted by madness. "Before I came in, I had someone turn off the surveillance. Until you choke me to death, no one will know. You can kill me right now."But if I die, Bruce will have your entire family buried with me, especially Chloe."She won't die as cleanly as I will. She'll suffer endless torture, likely cut into countless chunks, stripped of flesh bit by bit until she dies in agony..."Peter's hands began to shake violently. He let out a hoarse scream as tears and snot streamed down his face. "She doesn't know anything! She's just an innocent child!""Then what about me?" Isolde asked softly, almost on the verge of laughter. "Am I not innocent? You can kill
Alan had been waiting a long time. When he saw Cheron wheeled out, the final trace of uncertainty in his heart vanished.He strode to Bruce's wheelchair with the confidence of a victor, bent slightly, and spoke in a voice meant only for them."I heard you tried to play the pity card, hoping your t
Sandra's face drained of color. "No! Mom, this is fake. Isolde forged it. She's framing me."She shook her head in frantic denial, but her mind spiraled into chaos. She had torn every paternity test to shreds without reading a single line. So why had Maxime managed to piece those scraps back togeth
An hour later, Isolde's phone rang. The caller ID showed Sandra.The instant Isolde answered, Sandra's hysterical roar burst from the other end of the line. "Isolde! I already gave you 700,000,000 dollars! We agreed the paternity test would end there. How dare you still send something like this? Yo
On the screen was the smart TV's on-demand interface. It was clearly not a live broadcast channel.Sandra had been lying to him.Alan stared at the screen in silence for a long moment. His gaze hardened by the second.In a low voice, he instructed Maxime, "Call Sandra to the study. Then go to her







