Not only did Koa freeze on the spot…
Even the two men closest to Diego—Nash and Abel—were stunned.
When had their boss become so... kindhearted?
Then they looked down.
!!!
Something about that little boy’s aura... weirdly familiar.
Could he be the boss’s illegitimate son?
No way!
Wait a second—on second glance, maybe not that similar. But still... he looked strangely familiar.
They just couldn’t place it.
Ah well. In such a big world, lookalikes weren’t rare. It was probably just dumb luck these kids resembled their boss a little.
Meanwhile, Moa, who had just been angry, rushed over the moment she saw her brother bump into someone.
“Uncle, please don’t be mad at my brother!”
Diego released his hold on Koa's arm and looked down. His beautiful,
Diego’s obsession twisted around his heart like creeping vines. It drove him mad, deepening the kiss until they were locked in each other’s breath, tangled in heat.A faintly suggestive sound filled the air.Suddenly, a numb tingle ran down the back of his neck.He slowly pulled away from Briella’s lips, his fingers brushing the corner of her slightly reddened mouth.The burning heat in his eyes gradually cooled.He took her hand—still draped around his neck—and slowly lowered it, revealing a slender syringe needle pinched between her fingers.It glinted in the dim light, a quiet betrayal made visible.His gaze rose to hers. Clear. Cold. Detached.The tenderness was gone. Everything was gone.Without a word, Diego slipped the syringe from her grasp and let it fall, the clatter echoing in the silence.Then he smiled.“Briella,” he asked softly, “do you think we hav
Dusk. Silverpine Ridge Villa.The iron gates of the villa opened without a sound.A pair of slender hands pushed them inward as a tall figure stepped gracefully through.With each step, the hem of his suit pants shifted, revealing his clean, defined ankles—elegant, seductive.From the shadows, Sam elbowed Dave beside him. “Boss, should we stop him? He’s… prettier than me!”“Not yet. He came alone. No way he can beat our boss. She probably invited him. We wait for her signal.”Dave chewed on hamburger slowly, ignoring the last comment altogether.Sam nodded seriously. “Right! No way he could beat boss. If a fight breaks out, it’d be her crushing him into the ground, making him sing ‘sorry.’”He squatted back down, content, and continued munching on his hamburger. Occasionally, he’d throw a punch at the three people tied up next to the
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.”