LOGINVincent’s P.O.V.“This restaurant is only three blocks away from our company, Mr. Holster, and the building isn’t covered by others. So, our people will have enough space to keep eyes on Mrs. Holster,” Nolan finished explaining the security arrangements for Lauren during her lunch with Gabriel tomorrow.The plan looked satisfactory.After learning so much and getting the investigation report on Augustus Sterling and Sebastian Sterling, even when Raynold said that we don’t need to worry about Lauren and her security, I couldn’t be at ease until I look at everything by myself.“May I ask something, Mr. Holster?” I looked at Nolan questioningly.He looked hesitant but took a deep breath.“She is going to meet her ex-husband.” He remarked cautiously.I didn’t reply instantly or raise any questions.He was right.Lauren was going to meet her ex-husband, Gabriel Westfield, and I was arranging their lunch meeting.That’s not normal husbands work.But then….I wasn’t a normal husband.I watch
Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)There was a brief silence.Then Gabriel chuckled."Because I would like to see you, Lauren. Is that such a terrible thing to ask?" He asked, his voice went a bit serious.I rubbed my forehead."Considering our history, I would say it's a perfectly reasonable question." I remarked calmly.The last time we met was at the courthouse, where he accused me of using him as a test subject without his permission.“I know what you are thinking, Lauren.” He said with a sigh and I chuckled dryly.“Am I that predictable?” I asked sarcastically.“That’s the real problem.” He mumbled and now it got on my nerve.“You mean to say that I’m unpredictable, huh?” I asked instantly, anger seeping in my tone.“Ms. Shaw.” I glared at Wanda when she called me softly.“Don’t scare that poor girl, baby.” Gabriel coaxed me, but I scowled darkly.“Don’t give me creeps, Gabriel.” I said to him while rubbing my hand as I really felt goosebumps when he called me so dearly.He laughed agai
Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“I already know about the truth behind her accident, and why she came after you, Gabriel. But not about this 50 million. They know what my real worth is and yet they offered only 50 million. How cheap?” I said sarcastically, filled with disdain.Gabriel didn’t speak instantly but then burst into laughter.I scowled but didn’t scold him.“You…. You are actually disappointed about the money they offered?” He asked while laughing.“Of course, I am. They want me to serve Celia for 50 million when my own worthy without my name is more than a billion. Are they bankrupt or what?” I complained, still scowling darkly.“You are still the same Lauren.” He remarked, continuing laughing.“Stop laughing, okay? This is so humiliating,” I scolded him this time.Unfortunately, that only seemed to encourage him.“Yes, this is so humiliating, Ms. Lauren Shaw.” He teased but didn’t stop laughing.“Stop laughing,” I almost growled at him.He was now getting on my nerves.“Oh,
Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)I choked on my food.“WHAT?”The word escaped me so loudly that Wanda, who was busy organising the completed documents on the other side of my desk, immediately looked up.I waved my free hand to reassure her that I was fine before grabbing my coffee and taking a hurried sip.Unfortunately, that only made me cough harder.“Lauren!” Gabriel exclaimed through the phone.“Are you all right?”“I'm perfectly fine!” I managed to answer after several seconds, glaring at my sandwich as though it were responsible for my near-death experience.“You can't just drop something like that on someone without warning!” I scolded him while coughing.“What did I say?” He asked me in a confused tone.“Blind dates, Gabriel! Your mother is arranging blind dates for you?” I clarified, almost glaring at his invisible form in front of me.“Yes.” He answered so calmly that I stared at my phone in disbelief.I had expected many things from this conversation, but that certainly wasn't
Lauren’s P.O.V.The final stack of paperwork lay on my desk, waiting for my signature.“Do I need to sign them all again?” I asked Wanda, looking troubled.She smiled sheepishly before nodding in response.I stared at the documents with a tired sigh before picking up my pen again.The transfer of the remaining patients to my main laboratory had taken considerably longer than I had anticipated.Although most of the arrangements had already been completed, a few patients still required specialised equipment, carefully coordinated medical supervision, and individual treatment plans before they could be moved safely.I refused to rush the process simply because I wanted to leave the city.These patients had already endured enough uncertainty in their lives.The least I could do was ensure that their transfer did not create another problem for them."Are these the last ones?" Wanda asked, placing another folder beside my hand.I glanced at her without pausing my pen."Almost. I need to ver
Augustus P.O.V. (Continued)The woman in the portrait continued to smile at me.It was a beautiful smile, gentle enough to make a man believe that the world was not entirely cruel. Her eyes held the same warmth I remembered from the fragments of my past, the same tenderness that had haunted me for years.Yet the woman in the portrait had never smiled at me that way.Not when I finally found her.Not when I stood before her and introduced myself.Not even when I deliberately placed myself in her path, hoping that something in my face, my voice, or my presence would awaken the memories she had left behind.Aurora Brooke had looked at me as though I were nothing more than another businessman present in the room.Perhaps I had been a stranger to her.Perhaps the man she had saved in that abandoned building, the man whose wounds she had cleaned and whose trembling hands she had held, meant nothing to her once he was strong enough to leave.But how could I accept that?She had become the on
Lauren's P.O.V.I groaned in pain, trying to move my body a little, but screamed in pain. My whole body felt like it was crushed under a fully loaded truck. "Lauren.... Lauren." I heard Joyce calling my name worriedly, but I was in so much pain that I only whimpered again instead of opening my eyes
Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“What the f**k? Are you trying to kill me by popping out of nowhere in front of me?” I yelled at Gabriel Westfield, my now ex-husband.My hold on my suitcase was so tight that I almost dug my nails inside my palm in fear.“What are you wearing?” he asked me in a shocked
Lauren’s P.O.V.I looked at the stack of cold white papers on which black letters were mocking at me. Three years of endurance, hardship, and commitment brought what….A Divorce Agreement…..I am just a normal human.When I signed up for this assignment, I knew what could come my way in the future,
Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“Joyce.” I called her in a soft and hoarse voice, as I was still feeling some pain in my throat, to stop her from lashing out.I looked at Gabriel as if I were looking at a stranger, not someone with whom I spent three years of my life.When he was in the wheelchair, I w







