“Chris, we have a guest,” Xena said sweetly, her voice soft and saccharine.“I’m not blind!” Chris snapped, his frustration boiling over. “Answer my question first!”Back when Xena had come to the hospital and asked him to return to the company to help stabilize things, he had only agreed for the sake of their father. Privately, he had made a deal with her. He would step in to help, but in return, she had to keep a low profile and avoid upsetting their dad.He had lied to their father, and in doing so, trusted Xena to hold up her end of the bargain—at least until their father was well enough to leave the hospital.But now, while their father was still recovering, she had gone behind his back and contacted a financial journalist. Once that interview went public, the truth would come out and the lie he told would fall apart on its own.“I never meant to upset Dad,” Xena said with an innocent shrug. “I just want to make things easier for business meetings. I’ve taken over the compa
The call from Xena had come two days ago. At first, the editor hadn’t even wanted to deal with her and told her to go speak with an entertainment reporter instead.But Xena wasn’t offended. She simply explained her current position calmly and specifically requested Gwen for the interview.The editor didn’t agree right away. She politely explained that Gwen was still on leave and that nothing could be confirmed until she returned.“Right before you walked in, Xena called again,” the editor now said, looking troubled. “She insists you be the one to do the interview. If we don’t agree, she’ll hand the exclusive to someone else.”Gwen’s brows knit together slightly. “Xena’s insisting on me?” she thought.“Gwen, this is a big one,” the editor pressed. “You know Xena’s name alone stirs up attention and controversy. Her first public interview is bound to go viral.“And aren’t you just a little curious how she managed to take control of her family’s company at a time like this?”The edi
“Get in touch with my assistant.”That was all William said before hanging up. Gwen didn’t even get the chance to say “thank you.”She slowly lowered her phone. She should have felt relieved but all she felt was hollow.Had things between them really grown so distant?*Later that afternoon, her plane landed in North City.Without stopping to rest, Gwen rushed to the newsroom. On the way, she got a text from William’s assistant confirming the interview time and location.As soon as she stepped into the office, a colleague pulled her aside.“Well?” he asked nervously. “Did you get the Layla Xander interview?”“No,” Gwen replied honestly.The colleague threw his hands up like it was the end of the world. “We’re doomed. If even you couldn’t land that interview, then there’s no hope for a front-page story this week.“You have no idea. While you were gone, the editor’s been like a walking firecracker. Nothing makes her happy. She’s been ripping into everyone, one by one. We were
“This woman’s seriously tough,” Gwen thought.Even while burning up with fever, she hadn’t said a word. She was still drinking with Olivia last night. She was completely reckless!*The next morning, Layla woke up still hooked up to an IV drip.Seth was sitting at her bedside. The moment she opened her eyes, he nearly burst into tears. “Oh my god, I thought I’d be planning your funeral at this point!“You worked yourself into a full-on fever and passed out. If Mr. Lucas finds out, I’m as good as dead.“From now on, if anything feels off, you have to tell me right away. If you need rest, then rest. There’s no need to push yourself like this.”Layla frowned slightly. “I passed out?”“Yeah. Gwen was the one who made the call and rushed you to the hospital. Don’t be fooled by how skinny and tall she looks. She somehow managed to carry you on her back and run.”“She…” Layla’s frown deepened. “She carried me?”“Wow, you really were out of it. You don’t remember a thing, do you?” Se
In the distance, the bonfire suddenly flared up, drawing cheers from the crowd.Gwen snapped out of her daze, shaken by Layla’s presence. By then, Layla had already stepped up beside her.“If you’re all that concerned about the future of Perry Corporation,” Layla said calmly, “then wait until the final round of internal interviews is over. Once the new executive takes over, go interview them.“Instead of latching onto me like this, ask yourself—are you really interested in Perry Corporation, or are you just chasing the controversy surrounding me?“You call yourself a professional financial journalist, but this is what you’ve chosen to dig into? Maybe I overestimated you, Miss Harris. I thought you were different.”Her voice, carried by the evening breeze, poured into Gwen’s ears like a bucket of ice water. She stood there frozen, stunned in place.By the time Layla walked away, Olivia had come over and called her name several times before Gwen finally turned her dazed eyes toward
Layla had missed Mr. Perry Sr. so much and yet he couldn’t even come see her a little sooner.It wasn’t until someone called her name from outside the tent that Layla finally stirred awake, still groggy.Before she could even gather her thoughts, Olivia was already at her side, yanking her straight out of bed without a word.Pulled from the warm covers, Layla shivered from the sudden cold. The drowsiness vanished instantly, replaced by a throbbing headache.Outside, bonfires burned brightly across the distant dunes. The scent of grilled meat drifted through the air, adding a touch of warmth to the dark, chilly desert night.The sky was clear, dotted with stars.Everyone from the film crew was gathered, their laughter floating on the desert breeze.“This is my birthday party, you know. You already took the whole day off hiding in the tent—now you’re planning to spend the night in bed too?” Olivia teased, handing Layla a beer. “What’s wrong? Afraid I’m going to ask you for a birth