LOGIN"Shut up!" Alan lashed out with a violent kick.Sandra, caught off guard, was thrown to the floor. She lay there, vomiting fresh blood, yet she kept laughing. The sound was frantic, her tears blurring her face. "Alan Princeton, Isolde is going to die... You killed her... Hahaha...""No... No..." Alan stumbled back to the bedside, his hands trembling as he reached for Isolde.Warm, sticky blood still poured from Isolde's mouth, staining his hands, his sleeves, and his chest red."Isolde... Isolde!" he screamed, his voice turning hoarse as panic pushed him to the edge of reason.Isolde struggled to open her eyes. When she saw his pained expression, she felt only deep disgust. 'If he had not been so foolish, why would I be suffering like this? Crocodile tears.'"Hospital… Quick, take me... to the hospital..."Alan snapped out of his daze, as if waking from a dream. He unlocked her chains in haste, lifted her into his arms, and turned toward the door."It's useless." Sandra could n
Alan gave a calm, bitter smile. "Saying all this is useless. No matter what I say or do, it won't change your decision. You don't want me anymore."I know you're stalling for time, waiting for Bruce to come save you. But am I not also waiting for you to save my life?"Isolde, just this once, forgive my selfishness. I'll make it up to you properly in the future."He reached out and pinched Isolde's chin. His grip was so strong that she could not break free. "Be good. Drink it, and love and hate will both start over.""Mmph!" The cold mouth of the bottle pressed against her lips, and the bitter liquid was forced down.Isolde struggled desperately. The chains clattered loudly.Still, the liquid slid down her throat.Alan withdrew his hand and looked at her with anticipation."Wifey, have a good sleep." He spoke softly, his face filled with an almost pious joy. "When you wake up, the first person you see will be me. We'll start over, and this time everything will be fine."Isolde
Alan sat at the edge of the bed and looked down at Isolde, his eyes tender, as if he were gazing at a long-lost treasure.Isolde felt only disgust. She strained against the chains at her wrists. The metal clashed sharply, the sound piercing in the quiet room."If you don't want to die, let me go immediately!" she barked.The smile on Alan's face stiffened for a moment, then returned to that almost pathological tenderness.He reached out to touch her face. "Isolde…"Isolde jerked her head aside and avoided him, her eyes fixed on him as if he were something filthy.His hand hung in midair. It paused, then curled into a fist and slowly withdrew. "Bruce can only threaten me because of you. Your heart and soul belong to him, and for his sake, you're willing to die with me. Isolde, I was afraid of hurting you, so I stood by and watched as he took you away."He looked at her, a burning intensity flaring in his eyes."But it's different now, Isolde. As long as you drink this…" He took
Isolde paused for a moment, then said, "Let them go in first to check for safety. Is that okay?""No problem, none at all!" Johnson looked as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly stepped aside and gestured toward the door. "Please, come in. Check whatever you need."The four bodyguards entered first and swept the office, scanning for any potential threats or hidden occupants.Their leader, Scarface, turned back. "Ma'am, we'll wait at the door. About how long will you need inside?"Isolde glanced at Johnson.He answered at once, "Half an hour. That should be enough.""Sync time." Scarface raised his hand.The four bodyguards immediately checked their watches and synchronized them in unison."Mr. Case, in 30 minutes, whether your testing is finished or not, we will enter the office."Johnson stiffened under their composed, authoritative presence and nodded quickly. "I understand. Don't worry. Ms. Vancrest is only testing a product. There's no danger. I'll make sure we fin
Viper 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.
After Bruce left, the doctor bent forward and stepped into the inner room.Cheron lay back on the bed. The eyes that had been sharp moments earlier were now dull and unfocused, half open. His chest rose and fell with effort. Each breath came with a rasping wheeze, like a broken bellows. He looked u
"It's Bruce!" Sandra looked heartbroken and furious. "I checked. It was Bruce who sent people. He hates you. He couldn't take the Princetons' inheritance, so he wanted you to lose your mother just like him…"Alan's fingers clenched until his knuckles whitened. His eyes burned red, flooded with grie
"Murder! Sandra, you killed someone! I'm calling the police, calling the police!" Maxime fumbled for his phone and started to dial.'Call the police?' The words struck Sandra like a thunderclap and snapped her awake. 'No. He can't call the police!'After coming this far, she could not go to jail.
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







