เข้าสู่ระบบReading the look on her face and the way her lips were moving, Evelyn preempted the outburst before it could slip out. Fearing that a public spectacle would complicate her plans, she had no patience to trade insults. A beat faster, her voice rang out cold, sharp, and absolute:"Where is security? Since when does the Grand allow uninvited riffraff to storm a VIP suite, harass guests, and cause a major disturbance while you stand around letting them bark like stray dogs? Drag these two unauthorized outsiders out of here immediately."In a heartbeat, three tall, impeccably uniformed security guards pushed through the curious crowd and marched directly into the suite. Their faces like stone, they planted themselves in the doorway, blocking the exit and giving a curt, uncompromising gesture. "I must ask you both to leave immediately, before we are forced to use physical measures."Sera refused to back down. Her eyes flared with furious indignation as she thrashed against the restraint, scr
The moment Sera's fingers twitched, Evelyn was already a step ahead. Her eyes flashed, and her hand shot out to grab a porcelain dinner plate from the table, hoisting it vertically like a shield.Thud! Crash!The freezing, amber liquid struck the center of the plate, repelled by the sudden barrier. The entire splash of red wine rebounded straight onto Sera's heavily made-up face and the skirt of her expensive silk evening gown."Ahhh!"Sera shrieked, staggering backward a few steps. Wine dripped relentlessly from her forehead to her chin, instantly dissolving her foundation into muddy streaks. Her bouncy, curled locks clung heavily to her elegant neck. She looked down in sheer horror at her drenched, pitiful state before slowly lifting her gaze.Meeting her eyes was Evelyn's completely unbothered expression, a cool, half-mocking smile playing on her lips. Screaming bloody murder, Sera lunged forward, brandishing the long-stemmed wine glass still clutched in her hand."You bitch! I'll
"Young Master, regarding your 11:00 AM schedule today: you have an appointment with Miss Vance in VIP Room 88 at Grand Restaurant to evaluate her suitability as the eldest daughter-in-law, as per the Old Madam's explicit request."In the lavish, dark-toned dressing room of the main manor, the elderly butler bowed respectfully, delivering the message with utmost caution.The man seated in the jet-black titanium alloy wheelchair did not so much as spare him a glance. Long, slender fingers nonchalantly adjusted the deep blue sapphire cufflinks on the pristine cuff of his dress shirt. The dark, frigid, and commanding aura emanating from him turned the air icy, making the room suffocatingly tense.His gaze swept over the thin file resting on the corner of the table—a brief, bulleted summary outlining her background from the scheming Vance family. Without a single ripple of emotion, he cold-bloodedly tossed the document straight into the trash, treating it like a piece of worthless garbage.
The large doors suddenly flew opened, accompanied by hurried footsteps and the butler's urgent announcement, cutting sharply through the suffocating and tense atmosphere thick in the living room.Sera's hand, suspended midway in the air, froze. Her eyes widened instantly, turning around toward the main foyer in a mix of astonishment and elation.The sharp sound of leather shoes striking the tiled floor echoed harshly. Dominic Hayes walked in, his tall figure clad in a crisp, well-fitted suit. In his hands, he held an exquisite gift box wrapped in luxurious velvet silk.Seeing Dominic, Sera completely threw away her previous frantic act of threatening to jump off the balcony. Her eyes lit up brightly, and she called out in a sweet, cheerful voice: "Dominic, you're here!"She eagerly hurried forward, naturally locking her arm tightly around his, looking up with a pout mixed with delight as she took the gift box from his hands like a declaration of ownership.Catching a glimpse of her un
"Sera! Are you out of your mind?! Get down here right now!"Mrs. Fiona screamed in sheer terror, her aristocratic face instantly turning as pale as a sheet. Panic-stricken, she rushed forward to pull her daughter back, only to freeze when she caught sight of her eldest's extreme, unyielding resolve. Without pausing to question the real motives behind the stunt, she immediately played along to placate her darling girl, turning to pressure her husband instead:"Lord husband! Look at her, she means what she says! She is our eldest legitimate daughter; if anything happens to her, where will our family's honor go? If tomorrow the newspapers print that the eldest miss of the Vance family committed suicide over an arranged marriage, people will mock our household for lacking discipline. Either way, marriage is an alliance—just go along with her wishes and swap the betrothal!"Sera's recklessness, her total disregard for her own life, shocked Evelyn, who was still kneeling on the floor. In he
"Evelyn? Evelyn, are you awake?"The urgent calls, accompanied by a firm knock on the door, jolted Evelyn out of her dark nightmare.Evelyn snapped awake, sitting up gasping on the bed, her chest heaving as two gusts of cold air flooded into her lungs with a sharp sting. Cold sweat poured off her like rain, thoroughly soaking the back of her shirt. Instinctively, she wrapped both hands tightly around her lower abdomen, digging her nails into her flesh.Flat. Empty. There was no flesh-tearing pain, nor was there any terrifying, warm blood flowing out.With her head spinning, Evelyn staggered off the bed and rushed straight into the attached bathroom of her bedroom. Her legs felt weak as she gripped the edge of the sink, unsteadily looking up at the large mirror in front of her.Reflected in the glass was a young face, full of the youthful vitality of a twenty-two-year-old, with smooth skin bearing no signs of injury. She frantically felt and pressed around her flat stomach, then look d







