Abel stepped through the door just as Diego leaned sideways and whispered something into Moa’s ear.
The little girl nodded obediently, then slid off Diego’s lap. She waved sweetly at Abel before running off with cheerful steps toward the door.
Abel smiled kindly at the girl, watching her tug at Nash’s sleeve and chatter away before finally turning his attention back to the room.
He walked forward two steps and bowed slightly.
Diego’s gaze darkened after listening to the report. His voice was low and hoarse.
“Double the security around the kids. No outings unless absolutely necessary. They’re not to leave the hotel.”Abel nodded, then added, “There’s another update from the Hank family. The banquet will begin at eight instead of seven.”
“Okay. Tell Nash to be ready.”
“Everything is prepared, sir. You can rest assured.”
Diego turned slightly and glanced at Nash.Nash couldn’t help but shiver. “The intelligence team just sent word—someone deliberately concealed the identities of the two children. We’ve traced it back to BM Group. Also, someone had previously investigated you as well—also connected to BM Group. But it seems like... two separate factions.”Abel and Mason both froze.BM Group?What did the two children have to do with BM Group?A flicker crossed Diego’s eyes. He reached out. “Did you bring the surveillance footage?”“Yes, but the cameras on this floor were disrupted for a while last night—black screen. We only recovered footage from the hotel lobby. Sir, please take a look.”Nash opened the laptop and handed it over.On the screen, the two children marched out confidently, holding Abel’s ID badge. They said something to the black-suited bo
Demerra International Airport.Koa jumped out of the car with Moa in tow. He turned back to the two bodyguards in black inside the car.“Thank you, uncles. No need to walk us in—Uncle Mason arranged for someone to meet us inside. Oh, and Uncle Abel said you should return this tag once we get there.”He handed over the security tag.The bodyguard in the front passenger seat accepted it respectfully, not suspecting a thing. After all, it was just two kids—no way they could’ve taken the tag by force from the Assistant Abel himself.“Alright then, Young Miss, Young Master. We'll head back now.”“Mm, goodbye!” Moa smiled sweetly and waved.The guard paused for a second. He remembered Nash's warning—to treat the children with kindness and warmth.So he forced a smile.Moa: …‘That smile looked painful…’
Hotel Penthouse Suite“Brother, shouldn’t we at least tell Uncle Diego?” Moa looked around the room, clutching her pink bunny backpack. “If we just leave like this, won’t he worry?”She really didn’t want to leave Uncle Diego. Couldn’t they wait until he came back?Koa pulled his mini suitcase with a serious expression. “That man already has a wife—you know what that means, right? He might even have kids. Do you want to live with them? And abandon Mommy?”“No!” Moa instantly refuted, eyes turning red as she whispered, “I just… I just don’t want to leave Uncle Nash, Uncle Abel, or Uncle Mason…”“Is that so?” Koa shot her a look. He knew his sister too well—she didn’t want to leave that man! Hmph!He had made up his mind. No more matchmaking for Mommy. She was amazing, strong e
One hour later.The doors of the emergency room swung open. A doctor in a surgical mask stepped out, removed it, and spoke.“The Old Patriarch of the Rosetti family is temporarily out of danger. But his condition remains critical—his heart could stop at any moment.”“There’s no other way?” Seneca frowned deeply.The doctor hesitated. “The only remaining option is neurosurgery. The issue is, the Old Patriarch has a clival chordoma, a CCJ tumor at the skull base. He’s also already ninety—his health is extremely poor. None of our specialists are confident they can operate…”He paused, then added cautiously, “Unless…”Seneca hated when doctors beat around the bush. “Spit it out.”“There’s only one person internationally who might be able to handle this—Miss Q, currently residing in Cordavia.”
Diego finished laughing, his pupils darkening—black and thick like ink flowing in silence.In the next instant, he flipped the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.Bang—A clean shot, swift and decisive.Seneca gripped his wine glass tightly, letting out a low grunt of pain.Drip, drip, drip...Blood trickled down from the wooden chair, forming a line of drops on the floor.Downstairs, the sound of the gunshot caused an uproar. People murmured in panic and confusion.Steven leaned down. “Mr. Hank, should we go up and check?”“No need. Mr. Elsher knows what he's doing.”Idris raised his hand calmly and turned his gaze toward the President, who was being pinned down by two bodyguards.Seneca, having adjusted to the pain, finally spoke. “Diego... you really went through with it?”Beneath Diego’s lowered, indifferent gaze, a viole
The air froze.From the entrance, a large number of men in black stormed in—each in matching tactical uniforms.They split into two lines.Within seconds, they had the main hall completely surrounded.A few of the black-clad men stepped forward, seizing cameras and smashing them to the ground.Not a single device was left intact.The crowd stared in disbelief. The sheer number of them—packed tightly together—made everyone’s scalp tingle with unease.Upstairs, Seneca’s expression turned dark.“Mr. Rosetti, what’s going on? Weren’t you keeping an eye on the Hank family’s people? How did they get in here?” Shirley threw her wine glass aside and questioned him sharply, her face just as grim.Mr. Field said nothing, but his gaze demanded answers.Seneca’s hand gripped the railing tightly, eyes filled with murderous intent. “These aren&rsqu