Mag-log inThe morning sun over City B was sharp, cutting through the tinted floor-to-ceiling glass of the Lee Group executive floor with a deceptive, cold brilliance. To anyone looking from the outside, it was just another Tuesday. The stock tickers hummed, the scent of fresh espresso drifted from the breakroom, and the junior secretaries moved with their usual, terrified precision.But for Liam, the world had fundamentally shifted the night before.He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his posture rigid, staring at the financial monitors. Across the screens, the Lou Group’s proprietary indicators were bleeding a subtle, creeping shade of red. The emergency injunctions he had ordered Uncle Chen to execute through their legal proxies had struck at midnight. By 4:00 AM, three of Wang Lou’s largest offshore dummy corporations had been flagged for predatory compliance audits. By 7:00 AM, his personal credit lines had been quietly suspended pending a "system security review."Wang Lou’s financial
Slowly, Jacyn pulled back just enough to look up into his face, her thumb lightly brushing the back of his hand. "You hold me like you're trying to shield me from a storm, Liam, but the storm is inside you. What did that message say?"Liam looked down into her clear, trusting eyes. She had sharpened her claws over the last three months, memorized corporate law, and prepared herself to face her uncle Wang Lou in the boardroom. She thought she was fighting a greedy relative for a corporate throne. She didn't know she was walking into a room with a murderer who had partnered with the very syndicate they were trying to uncover.He couldn't tell her. Not yet. If she discovered the horrific truth right now, the raw trauma would break her focus right before the final battle. He needed her to stand proud and unshakeable at that board meeting."It's just a final update from our legal proxies regarding the Lou Group's upcoming annual election," Liam lied smoothly, his voice effortlessly masking
Three days after Xueqin Yan’s quiet departure from the country, the Lee Group headquarters was slowly returning to its usual, clockwork rhythm. The glass-and-steel monolith always ran on a strict diet of high-stakes negotiations, frantic typing, and the intimidating hum of corporate authority.Jacyn was back at her desk, stubbornly refusing to take any more sick leave and was currently finding her own way to cope with the lingering stress of her recovered memories. Perched right beside her mechanical keyboard was a small porcelain bowl of purple grapes. Every few minutes, she would toss one high into the air, tilt her head back, and attempt to catch it in her mouth.Thud. Another missed grape rolled across her desk.Jawn pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a heavy, long-suffering sigh. "Miss Lou," he whispered sharply, keeping his voice low so the other secretaries wouldn't overhear. "You are currently sitting in the nerve center of a multibillion-dollar empire. Eat them norma
The aftermath of the gala was quiet, heavy, and drenched in a dull, lingering pain that seemed to seep directly out of the villa's walls.Liam had carried Jacyn out of the hotel through a private exit, ignoring the flashing cameras of the press. He hadn't spoken a single word during the entire drive back to Lee Villa. His focus had been entirely on her—on the way her small hands wouldn't stop shaking, and how she clung to his jacket as if the fabric were the only thing keeping her anchored to the earth.Once they were upstairs, he didn't leave her side for a single second. He didn't change out of his clothes. He simply discarded his heavy tuxedo jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and sat in the armchair beside her bed. For hours, through the dead of night and into the gray dawn, he watched her fitful sleep. Every time she whimpered or flinched from the fading echoes of those phantom gunshots, his grip on her hand would tighten, silently reminding her subconscious that h
The atmosphere inside the mahogany‑lined walls of Liam’s private study was suffocating. While Jacyn slept soundly upstairs, exhausted from the emotional whiplash of her fragmented memories, Liam stood by the floor‑to‑ceiling window, a burner phone pressed to his ear.For a moment, he didn’t speak. His gaze lingered on the faint glow of her bedroom window above, the fragile peace he had fought to protect. Only when the line clicked alive did his voice drop into its cold, commanding register.“Speak.”On the other end, his head investigator, Uncle Chen, spoke in low, hurried tones. “Young Master, we managed to track down the retired forensic accountant who handled the Lou family’s estate liquidation after the accident eleven years ago. He confirmed what you suspected. The white van that chased her parents car was funded through a shell company registered in the offshore accounts of the Lou Group’s rival at the time—the old Han Syndicate.”A cold, lethal fury bloomed in Liam’s chest. His
The morning coffee at the executive desk was usually a quiet affair, but today, Jacyn was on a mission."Young Master Lee," she said, marching into Liam’s private office without knocking, holding a massive, neon-pink binder. "I have compiled a comprehensive, foolproof strategy for the upcoming cross-border merger. It involves exactly fifty-two color-coded tabs and a very aggressive timeline."Liam looked up from his tablet, his expression unreadable, though the faint twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed him. "Fifty-two tabs, Miss Lou? Isn't that a bit excessive for a preliminary brief?""A true professional is never under-tabbed," Jacyn countered smoothly, leaning over his desk to place the binder down. As she did, her sleeve caught on his heavy fountain pen, knocking it off the mahogany surface.Both of them reached for it at the same time.Their fingers brushed—her warm, nimble hand wrapping over his cool, steady knuckles. A sudden, sharp jolt of electricity snapped through Jac
"Let's get married." Jacyn stopped on her track without turning back. She had already walked away from him. "Jacyn, let's get married." He repeated it, louder than the first one. There was a hint of desperation in his voice. There were a few people who had heard him had stopped to look at them and w
She silently watched as her grandparents entered the airport along with the private nurse and her grandfather's secretary. She sighed unhappily when she couldn't see them anymore. She couldn't wait to see them until their scheduled return three months later."Let's go, Jacyn." She looked back at Liam
"Miss Lou, are you really leaving?" Lin Xian asked her, while she helped her put her things in a box. She nodded unhappily. She had to leave the company though the previous decision of ousting her in the company was invalidated by the chairman himself. Due to her grandfather's hospitalization, the m
'Winnie Lou.'People around them stopped what they were doing. Everyone heard clearly the name of the woman who was too brave but stupid enough to call the CEO. "So, she was the model, Winnie Lou." One woman scoffed."Yeah, she looked so ordinary off cam, right?" The other one said with a giggle."You'







