LOGINWhat really happened to Angelina that night after she bought the food?That night, Angelina stepped out of a small restaurant on the corner of the street, carrying two paper bags in her hands. The warm aroma of the food still lingered, soothing against the cold night air. She walked casually toward her car, opened the door, and sat in the driver’s seat.“I hope Hans is willing to eat…” she murmured softly.The engine started. She began driving slowly toward the hospital. The road was fairly quiet, with only a few vehicles passing by.But suddenly—A black car sped up from behind, nearly scraping her car as it overtook her.“Hey!” Angelina reflexively pressed the brake slightly. “Crazy…”Her eyes narrowed. Something felt off.The car wasn’t just speeding… it felt suspicious. Without realizing it, Angelina’s instincts began to kick in.“What’s with that car…?”Without thinking much, she slightly increased her speed—keeping a distance of about five meters. Quietly, she began to follow it
Hana rose from her seat the moment Hans stood and reached for his jacket.“Hans, where are you going?” she asked, her voice trembling as she looked at the young man in worry.“To the place where I can find that bastard!”Hans’s right hand clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw locked. His eyes burned with rage.He couldn’t wait any longer. Barron Cross had crossed the line—laying a hand on Angelina was the same as begging him to come and finish him.“Hans, you mustn’t act recklessly!” Hana cried, stepping closer.She knew all too well how dangerous the enemy they were facing was.“That man… the one we’re dealing with isn’t a good person. He’s a wicked creature beyond the devil. If you go without a plan, you might not come back.”Hans paused for a moment, turning toward the older woman. His gaze was sharp, yet filled with fear.“Hana, don’t stop me anymore. Angelina’s life is more precious than anything.”His voice cracked. There were wounds, anxieties that had been pil
For the entire day, not a single bite of food entered his stomach. The hunger seemed to vanish, replaced by a tension that tightened his chest and a panic that strangled his thoughts.Several times the servants came to offer dinner, but Hans only shook his head without looking at them. His appetite had disappeared, just like his peace of mind.How could he be calm when Angelina’s whereabouts were still unknown?For the past hour, he had only sat in front of his laptop, opening dozens of news tabs and internal reports, hoping that even a single new piece of information would appear. But the screen remained empty of answers.“Good evening, Young Master Hans.”The voice appeared suddenly, making Hans turn his chair toward the door.“Paul? What are you doing here?” he asked flatly, his gaze sharp and cold.“Young Master—”Before the sentence could be finished, Hans cut him off immediately. “If you’re not bringing information about Angelina, you’d better get out of my house.”His tone was
Axton stormed out of his office, his steps hurried and tense. His face was tight, his eyes sweeping through the corridor as if searching for something—or someone—precious. His breath came fast.“Have you seen my grandmother pass through here?” he demanded sharply at two staff members carrying stacks of documents.They exchanged a quick glance before one of them bowed slightly and answered nervously, “I’m sorry, Mr. Axton, we haven’t seen your grandmother.”Axton exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening. “Then find her! Make sure every floor is checked!” he barked, his voice echoing down the hall. The employees straightened immediately, knowing that when their boss spoke in that tone, something serious was happening.Without wasting another second, Axton strode toward the security post. “You,” he said, pointing at one of the guards. “Use the CCTV. Find Grandma Hana. I want every corner of this building checked.”“Yes, sir!” the guard replied quickly.Axton stood before the
Hans could no longer wait. His body was still weak—he had been put on an IV again, but it lasted only a few minutes before he tore it out completely. The pain in his heart was far worse than the wounds on his body. With a determined expression, Hans rose from the hospital bed, ignoring the doctor’s voice calling after him.“Master Hans! Your wounds haven’t healed yet, please get back to bed!” the doctor cried out in panic.But Hans only glanced at him briefly. “I don’t have time for that. I have to find Angelina.”His five personal bodyguards, who had been waiting outside, immediately approached the moment they saw Hans leaving the room. “We’re going to Almero’s office,” Hans ordered swiftly. “Search every room there. I’m sure there’s something that can lead us to a clue.”Without wasting another second, they sped toward the Almero building. The road felt endlessly long for Hans, while his thoughts kept racing through the worst possibilities. Every passing second without any news from
That morning, the atmosphere in the Almero family dining room appeared warm, yet beneath that warmth lingered a subtle air of rivalry. Everyone had gathered, enjoying breakfast together. Moreen busied herself moving back and forth, serving food and pouring warm unsweetened tea into Hana’s cup. Her smile was sweet, but her gaze was full of calculation.“Please, Grandma,” Moreen said softly, offering a neatly arranged plate of bread and fruit.Hana gave a faint smile—neither refusing nor showing enthusiasm. She merely looked at her granddaughter-in-law with an unreadable expression.Across the table, Evelyn watched the scene with sharp eyes. She raised her brow, holding back the urge to comment on Moreen’s behavior, which she found revolting. That woman thinks Grandma will like her? Of course not! Evelyn sneered inwardly. I’ll be the one to expose your true colors, Moreen.Meanwhile, Axton remained silent, eating the breakfast prepared by his wife without saying much. He appeared calm,
“No breakfast for lazy people!”Evelyn’s voice echoed through the dining room as her hand swiftly snatched the plate of toast away from Moreen.“Mommy!” Moreen exclaimed in shock, her face flushing with restrained anger. “You’re so stingy. Give it back! I’m hungry too.”“Don’t be insolent, Moreen!”
Angelina tossed and turned in bed—on her back, on her left side, then her right. Her eyes stayed wide open, fixed on the darkness of the ceiling. Restlessness gnawed at her chest. Finally, with a long sigh, she sat up. Her bare feet touched the cold marble floor as she walked slowly toward the desk
That night, Angelina went home alone. Hans had already called her earlier, saying there was an urgent matter at the office he had to take care of. Angelina only sighed, not making a fuss about it. Besides, the two bodyguards seated in the escort car behind her were more than enough to make her feel
After her long conversation with Hans, Angelina walked back toward her office. But the moment the door swung open, her steps froze. Her eyes widened. Another bouquet of flowers lay on her desk—more disturbing than the one she had found two days ago.The petals were withered, blackened, and carried







