INICIAR SESIÓN“You can’t beat them, Abel.”
A low, magnetic voice cut through the air.
Briella’s eyelashes fluttered faintly, but she kept her eyes half-lidded, unreadable.
Abel instinctively turned and bowed. “Sir, you’re here.”
Then he blinked, suddenly aware. “Why do you say that? Sir, I’m not that weak, am I?”
Philip, who’d followed closely behind, echoed in confusion, “Exactly! Bro, Abel can definitely handle a few bodyguards.”
Diego’s gaze drifted lazily across Briella’s profile. A subtle smile tugged at his lips, softening his usually cold features.
He idly fiddled with the long gold chain hanging from his glasses—it had been damaged last time, but was now perfectly restored.
Dressed in a black shirt, he exuded an overwhelming, ascetic charm.
His words came slow and deliberate: “Oh? If you’re sure you can take on
The Next Day.The wind gently swayed the curtains, shadows danced across the room, and a warm glow filled the hospital ward.A sliver of sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, landing softly on the eyelids of the man lying in bed.Diego’s eyelids fluttered, and after a moment, he slowly opened his eyes.A flash of confusion passed through his dark pupils before he quickly turned his face to the side.He saw the person sleeping by his hand, her lashes casting faint shadows. Her fair side profile was flawless.His expression gradually softened. He lifted his hand and gently brushed her forehead, slowly moving downward.Finally, his fingers lingered at the corner of her eye.It was an intimate and tender gesture.Diego leaned down closer to her and whispered, “Still not awake?”Briella’s fingers tensed slightly. The truth was, she’d always been a light sleepe
“You're seriously annoying. Why are you following me again? I'm only tolerating you because of Briella—don’t push your luck. You’d better stay far away from me!” Audrey flicked on her car’s signal and pulled over to the side of the road. She opened the door and stepped out, glaring with visible irritation at the car trailing behind her.The car behind stopped as well.Philip tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His usual laid-back demeanor was replaced with rare seriousness. He got out and stared at her, walking forward step by step.There was something unreadable in his eyes.“Moonbeam…”“Enough!” Audrey cut him off sharply. “What Moonbeam? I told you—I’m not her. My name is Audrey!”There was a flicker of anger in her eyes. She didn’t know why, but she absolutely loathed that nickname.Moonbeam—it stirr
“Is that so?”Briella chuckled softly, her thumb gently pressing against her index finger. “Tell me, would you dare say that in front of Brie?”“What’s there to be afraid of? Who knows, once Brie sees my skills, she might stop calling me ‘big bro’ altogether!”PhantomRoot switched his sitting posture, crossing one leg over the other smugly.Briella’s eyes glinted. “Oh? Then what should she call you?”“Call me Boss, straight up!” PhantomRoot said loudly, even slapping his laptop in excitement.Leaning against the corner wall in the corridor, Briella propped her chin on one hand, shifted her phone slightly, and tapped the recording button. As she listened, she nodded. “What did you say just now? I didn’t quite catch that—say it again?”“Sure! Don’t underestimate me!” PhantomRoot repeated proudly.
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







