LOGINBriella lowered her gun, face blank and cold. “Don’t leave a single one standing.”
“Yes, boss!”
Dave led five men. Sully took four. Their strikes were swift and brutal—clean, efficient, overwhelming.
Dave clapped Sully on the shoulder. “Not bad. You got here fast.”
“We floored the gas the moment we got the emergency code.” Sully puffed out his chest, proud.
He peeked at Briella. “Uh… Boss? You’re not mad at us anymore, are you?”
Briella tossed the gun back to Sam. “Enough. I’m not mad. All of you, out. I’ve got something to take care of.”
Her expression was tight, unreadable.
“Oh…”
Seeing her serious face, the group obediently backed out, even shutting the door gently behind them.
Briella turned around, hands in the pockets of her coat. “Satisfied now?”
“When you
Old Patriarch’s expression shifted slightly. He raised a hand, signaling his men to stop their report, then got up and walked toward the window, switching the phone to his other hand.His tone carried a touch of respect. “I’m listening.”“Did WildMoon agree?” the Rosetti family patriarch asked quietly on the other end.“He did. He’s waiting for you to come to the Alliance in person.”The old master suddenly grew agitated, struggling to sit up. But a sharp pain drew a frown between his brows, forcing him to lean back again.“Really?” His voice trembled with disbelief. “WildMoon actually agreed?”Back then, WildMoon had been unyielding—absolutely unwilling to compromise.“Yes.”“Why?”The patriarch’s surprise lasted only a moment. He quickly calmed himself.“WildMoon came to me on his own. He said
Director’s Office.Taylor’s gaze was sharp as he stared at Dr. Lane, his expression solemn.One hand clenched lightly on the desk.“Is there something you want to say this time?”“Was Mr. Elsher’s incident related to the 911 case?”Dr. Lane looked at the steaming cup of tea beside him, his expression flat.As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently stroked the rim of the cup.Taylor’s pupils contracted, and the hand on the table tightened.“Dr. Lane, you’re overthinking it. No, it wasn’t. But I can’t give you a full answer right now—everything has to wait until he wakes up.”“Sigh…” Dr. Lane suddenly let out a deep sigh, lifting his eyes as if he had much to say, but in the end, it all condensed into a single sentence:“You should know better than anyone—when the 911 incident happened, it s
“What?”Briella’s lips pressed into a tight line, the corners unconsciously drawn downward. Her hand slowly clenched at her side, and a flicker of confusion and hesitation clouded her eyes.Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly.“He said that himself?”Dr. Lane nodded solemnly. “Yes. That’s what he said.”Briella lowered her gaze and took a deep breath. “Dr. Lane, you examined him. What exactly… is going on?”“The situation is very complex. One of the most serious issues is the long-term injection of multiple high-concentration drugs,” Dr. Lane explained with a sigh. “What’s more concerning is that these drugs… are specifically designed to control the brain.”His eyes met hers, grave.“This is just the most basic information we’ve found. To get a clearer picture, we’ll need further tests. But with Mr. Elsher’s current condition, that’s simply not possible right now.”“I understand. You can go ahead, Dr. Lane. I’d
Outside the ICU.“What’s the meaning of this?!”Audrey stared at the dozens of men in black uniforms standing in front of Briella, blocking her path.Briella stood still, cold and silent, eyes closed, holding a medical kit in her hand.“What’s the meaning? Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?”Taylor tugged at his gray tie, his eyes indifferent as they swept over them, though his lips held a gentle smile.He was playing with a gun in his hand.His gaze moved past Audrey and landed directly on Briella. “Can’t you just stay away from Diego?”Briella slowly opened her eyes, pure and cold. She parted her lips. “Move.”Taylor let out a mocking laugh. His once-refined demeanor vanished in an instant as he fiddled with the gun.The smile on his lips turned ironic. “So should I call you Boss X now? Or Briella? Or… Luna?&rd
Moa struck while the iron was hot, blinking adorably at the staff member.The woman practically melted on the spot. How could anyone be this cute?!She crouched down, took the VIP card from Koa’s tiny hand, and after verifying its authenticity on her computer, nodded quickly.“Alright. Please follow me.”The staff personally escorted Koa and Moa to the VIP entrance. She bent down with a gentle smile.“Just walk through that hallway, and you’ll reach the lounge.”“Thank you, big sister!”Moa, still holding Koa's hand, replied in her sweet voice and flashed a charming smile before tugging her brother inside.The staff member watched them go with hearts in her eyes. ‘God, they're so adorable I could cry!’She reluctantly returned to her post.Inside the long hallway, Koa glanced sideways at Moa.“Not bad. You acted well.”
“Cough—You…!”The chairman clutched his chest in disbelief, staring at Briella.Then turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Briella said coolly, withdrawing her gun. “Relax, I’m not going to let you die.”With practiced calm, she opened a medical kit, put on a pair of gloves, and unwrapped a disposable syringe. She inserted the needle into a vial, drawing out every last drop of the clear liquid.Closing the vial, she picked up a small metal case and walked over to him.With a flick of her fingers, several silver needles glinted in her hand.In one swift motion, she jabbed them into key pressure points across his body.The chairman collapsed, his limbs powerless, his eyes wide with alarm. “W-What are you doing?”He could hardly believe what he was witnessing.Briella gave a s







