LOGINOne 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.”<
"Where did you get that information?" Diego frowned, a bit confused.Nash and Mason took a deep breath. "It’s true, sir! We heard it with our own ears—Miss Ashley and Miss Riley said it themselves!"Diego adjusted the frame of his glasses on the bridge of his nose, saying nothing, as if lost in thought.The two of them exchanged glances. "Sir?"Whoosh—Diego abruptly stood up, his expression dark, and walked out.The two quickly followed behind him—Please don’t let anything go wrong!In the hospital room—Dr. Lane was adjusting the IV drip. "That was terrifying. Thankfully, you're okay.""I'm fine. I know my limits," Briella said, half sitting up.Suddenly, bang!—the door slammed open.Dr. Lane turned around unhappily. "What’s going on—?"He paused. "Mr. Elsher?"
That night.The heads of the Kurt and Reid families were making their final preparations."Everyone's in position?" Mr. Kurt asked."All accounted for. We can move out now."Patriarch Reid let out a cold laugh. "Good. Do one last sweep. We can't afford a single mistake!""Yes, sir!"Mr. Kurt crossed his arms, eyes gleaming with ambition."This time, let’s see how we crush those two old families. That arrogant Mortensen cartel and the smug Ledger family… we’ll make them regret ever looking down on us!”"Exactly. Avenlith’s aristocracy isn’t just theirs to rule anymore!"The two men laughed, already dreaming of the glorious future ahead.Fifteen minutes later.Mr. Kurt checked the time, frowning. "What’s taking so long? The check should’ve been done by now. No one’s answering calls either… Don&rsq
Briella lowered her eyes. The simple sentence hit Diego like a bolt of lightning.His grip on her hand tightened fiercely.He had always known she was somehow involved in the 911 explosion—but he never expected she’d been that close to dying herself.“Briella…”He’d been investigating 911 for so long. And now… he wasn’t even sure he wanted to know the truth anymore.He moved, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her into his arms.“Tell me,” he said softly.“My teacher was one of the most brilliant researchers I’ve ever known. My senior was just as talented—she would’ve been just like her. But that day… the lab exploded. I knew something felt off. I noticed it, I swear! But I still left the lab…‘Why? Why did I leave?’“If I had just been more careful… if I stayed even a little longer&he
Briella froze. “What…?”“The purge back in Avenlith was too brutal,” the old man said, voice heavy. “I don’t want that tragedy to repeat itself. We may have never met formally, but I’ve heard your music. There’s strength in it. Freedom. A pursuit of something deeply personal. That’s why I believe in you. Stop all of this. Child…”Before he could finish, the President suddenly twisted around and grabbed the old man’s hand, yanking it back hard.“Uncle, why are you betraying the Yale family now?!”The President’s usual calm facade cracked, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief.The old man gave a soft chuckle. “It’s not sudden. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time—ever since Luna revealed her identity. She’s her daughter. Her mother’s legacy… it’s only right she’s the one to carry it
“Mommy, why is your face so red?”Moa tugged on Briella’s hand, eyes full of curiosity.She instinctively touched her cheek. “Is it?”“It is!”“Alright, alright. You two go in and keep your... daddy company, okay? But don’t disturb him—he still needs to rest.”The moment she finished, Briella turned on her heel and quickly walked away.Her retreating figure gave off a definite running-for-her-life vibe.Moa covered his mouth, giggling. “Hehehe... Mommy’s totally admitting it now! Uncle Diego is definitely Daddy!”“I knew she couldn’t keep it a secret for long.” Koa crossed his arms smugly, like he saw it coming a mile away.Mason: “???”Seneca: “!!!”“No freaking way&mdash
“WildMoon?”Saxon clearly froze for a second. “You’re… WildMoon?”Philip tossed the pendant in his hand over to her. “Don’t I look like him?”She caught it instinctively and glanced down, her heart skipping a beat.Why now? What happened?She looked around. The others nearby looked restless, clearly curious.The moment they met her eyes, they quickly dropped their heads and busied themselves with whatever they were doing.Saxon masked her emotions, then looked back at him. “Come inside with me.”Philip followed her upstairs.Saxon opened the door to her office and walked behind her desk, finally dropping her usual facade. She stared straight at him as she placed the pendant on the desk.Her gaze was probing and curious.“So, the great Master of WildMoon Hall shows up at the Technology Division just like that. What’







