Lisa lowered her gaze, wringing her hands in worry, wondering how to salvage the situation quickly.“Did you leave the car because you were worried about me?” Amora asked, her voice as sweet as honey—Regis had never heard her sound like this before.She leaned her head against Regis’s chest, showing everyone how deeply he cared for her. This display impressed onlookers and made a few jealous.Amora’s playful affection made Regis’s heart stir. He smiled, knowing full well his wife was putting on a show to flaunt their relationship for Lisa, the wife of Johannes Brown. With an intense gaze, he looked at Lisa, who now seemed small and powerless.“Young Master Lorenzo, is she ... is she really your wife?” Lisa stammered, summoning her courage to look Regis in the eye.His piercing stare made her breath catch. The silent threat was unmistakable, sending a chill down her spine.Yet Lisa wasn’t ready to back down. She was determined to recapture Regis’s attention, convinced he must know all
“Why didn’t you wait for me in the car? Aren’t you concerned about revealing our relationship so openly in front of everyone?” Amora questioned Regis as they entered the school building, now quiet with classes underway.Regis smirked, continuing to walk with one arm around her waist as if to show he didn’t want to be apart from her.“I was just curious why you were taking so long,” Regis said. “Then I saw that woman had the nerve to insult my wife. Do you think I’d stay silent watching someone mistreat you?”His answer warmed Amora. She hadn’t expected him to stand up for her so openly in front of everyone, let alone display affection to reinforce her status as his wife.“Looks like Lisa won’t dare to insult me again,” Amora chuckled softly.“Of course not. She’ll be living like a ghost from now on,” Regis replied, his words making Amora furrow her brow.She paused for a moment. “Did … did you do something behind my back?” she asked, suspicion in her gaze.Although she and Regis had o
“But, as for what kind of details, I couldn't get any data regarding his work there.”Regis was stunned at the report Beth gave. The old woman's information network is quite extensive too, he thought.However, the information Beth Jefferson gathered wasn’t as detailed as Mark’s findings. Earlier, his assistant had provided him with a similar report. But Mark had managed to uncover something crucial about the man named Bobby Turner. He was once the son of a poor laborer who eventually sought his fortune in Turkey through illegal means. It wasn’t easy for an undocumented immigrant like Bobby Turner to find legal work. Mark discovered that the man had changed his name to Jay Turner after joining a criminal organization in that country. After further investigation, Mark found out that Bobby aka Jay Turner was one of Levent's subordinates!Although Regis didn’t have solid proof of Mark’s findings, the information led him to suspect that Levent was behind last night’s shooting. Altan De
"Maybe I’ll get used to things like this eventually. But I hope you can give a little warning so my heart feels safer,” Amora pleaded, knowing her words sounded silly.Regis just smiled ruefully and typed something on his phone.“When did you realize that painting was suspicious?” Amora asked curiously.“From the moment she asked to meet me, it was already suspicious,” Regis replied, leaving Amora astonished.“Are you out of your mind? You knew she was a problem and had bad intentions, yet you still met her?” Amora asked in shock.“Mrs. Jefferson didn’t want to do it either, Amora. She was forced to do this,” Regis said, surprising his wife again.“How do you know that?” Amora inquired, puzzled.Regis gave a faint smile. “I haven’t known Mrs. Jefferson for just a day, Amora. I know she’s someone who calculates every move carefully. Mrs. Jefferson has never met with me without scheduling it first,” he explained.Regis also knew that Beth was far from idle. Beth should have been busy ha
“Here we are, Madam.”Elliot Dale opened the car door for Beth Jefferson. The elderly woman gave him a sharp look, her lips pressed into a firm line.Without a word, Beth stepped out of the car and strode briskly into her grand estate.Several uniformed men stood by the entrance, but they neither greeted her nor welcomed her back with any warmth.Beth walked further inside until she stopped in the middle of an empty living room. Her gaze fell sharply on a young man lounging on her sofa, sipping vodka that Beth assumed he’d taken from her cellar.“Took you long enough. I thought you’d forgotten the way home,” the young man mocked, taking another sip.Beth clenched her grip on her handbag. She wanted nothing more than to slap this arrogant, Middle Eastern man in front of her. But Beth couldn’t bring herself to do it because he held her weakness in his hands.“I’ve done what you asked. Now let them all go!” Beth demanded icily.The young man smirked. He set down his vodka glass, stood up
A gunfight became inevitable. Royal Dragon's men managed to take down several of Altan Demir's guards in front of the Jefferson estate. They stormed in ruthlessly, leaving only a few of Altan's men standing within the grand house.Regis had just stepped out of his car, holding a handgun, and was walking calmly. His men had already cleared the way, allowing them entry into Jefferson's residence.Regis's sharp gaze scanned the room quickly until he locked eyes with Altan, who waited for him with a smug expression.The men on both sides aimed their weapons, awaiting orders from their bosses.Altan raised a hand, and his men lowered their guns slowly. Regis’s men followed suit.“Young Master Lorenzo, welcome. Your arrival is very festive,” sneered Murat Demir’s son.Regis smirked. He walked over quietly and sat down on one of the sofas directly opposite Altan who was enjoying his alcoholic drink. His legs were neatly crossed. One hand rubbed the body of the gun he was holding."Altan, it
Since discovering that Regis was investigating the accident from seven years ago, Altan had grown restless. He had hoped that Regis would never recall that incident."You're the one who killed Kenneth Volker, aren't you?" Regis asked, his voice chillingly calm.Beth, overhearing this, was stunned. She remembered the major event from back then. Although there was no accurate news about the cause of death of the Volker family's eldest son, back then some big people heard rumors that Regis Lorenzo was at the scene.But no one dared pursue the matter further, especially since Alejandro Volker had stayed silent."Are you that certain I'm the killer? Weren't you the one who shot him, Regis?" Altan replied, unwilling to admit his actions.Altan smirked. He recalled his argument with Kenneth Volker just before Regis had arrived that time. They argued because Altan heard that Kenneth was going to collaborate with Royal Dragon behind his back. However, Alejandro Volker's eldest son denied this.
Beth sat limply on the floor. Her twilight eyes watched Altan's face turn pale. Altan was groaning in pain. Blood flowed from his right arm. Regis’s men quickly subdued Altan, restraining him to prevent further struggle.Moments before, Mark’s bullet had successfully halted Altan’s actions. Regis had calculated precisely and signaled to Mark to take action.Beth tried to stand up and approached her granddaughter, who was now sobbing uncontrollably, her entire body trembling. "La-Laura... calm down. It's all over. We're safe now," she soothed.The poor girl didn’t respond, still lost in her terror, unable to calm herself after facing the brink of death. Laura truly believed her life would end just moments ago.Seeing her fear, Regis felt a pang of guilt. But he had no choice but to act that way to distract Altan. The girl was fortunate to remain still, allowing Mark to act before Altan could harm her.Regis walked over to the elderly woman and her granddaughter, his expression unchang
Mark's car had just pulled up at the arrival gate. He glanced at his young master, who was resting his eyes in the backseat.Regis looked exhausted. For the past two nights, he’d been tied up in a series of private meetings with Royal Dragon’s subordinates, carefully planning the strategy to take over the power held by Diego Lorenzo.At this point, Regis and a few of his loyal aides had managed to secure the support of some underlings willing to serve him. However, there were still others who refused, afraid of becoming the target of Diego’s wrath if their plan was ever exposed.“We’ve arrived, Young Master,” Mark said, gently waking his superior.Regis slowly opened his eyes and took a moment to assess his surroundings before stepping out of the car. Standing by the departure entrance, he spotted Albert waiting to greet him.“Have you found Old Madam Lysander yet?” Regis asked bluntly.“Not yet, Young Master. We have no idea where she’s heading. My team and I had to split up to searc
The tension in the Royal Dragon leader’s office was palpable. Everyone’s face had gone pale when Pablo Varon returned with a report that darkened Diego Lorenzo’s expression.“What did you just say?” Diego asked, his tone cold and sharp.“I’m sorry, Boss. I failed to take Miss Lysander with me. The young master showed up and took her away first,” Pablo replied, bowing his head deeply.Diego stood from his chair and approached Pablo. He placed a hand on Pablo’s shoulder and gripped it hard.“How long have you worked for me, Pablo? And you still can’t handle a single woman? Are you trying to disgrace the name of Royal Dragon, huh?” Diego hissed, a cynical smirk curling his lips.Pablo could feel his boss’s rage and disappointment. “I’m truly sorry, Sir. I’m ready to accept any punishment,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of Diego.From the beginning, Pablo had known the risks of letting the young master’s wife go. He never once thought of escaping the consequences.“My ungrateful
“H-How did you find out about this?” Amora mumbled, still feeling dazed.She had tried so hard to hide her pregnancy complications from Regis. She didn’t want his excitement over the baby to waver because of it.“You don’t need to know how I found out,” Regis said firmly. “All you need to know is that I’m never going to let you go, Amora.”His eyes burned with anger at his wife’s deception. But a few seconds later, his gaze softened.Regis took both of Amora’s hands in his and looked at her gently. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he saw the regret in her eyes.He let out a quiet sigh and spoke gently, “I hope you won’t make the same foolish mistake again, Amora. I know my father crossed the line this time. But please, trust me … I’m going to stop him.”Amora’s hazel eyes were still wet with tears. “But how can you stop him, Regis? Grandma’s already been taken to the airport, and .…”Her voice cracked as her sobs took over. Seeing his wife cry, Regis actually smiled.
“Regis, your father actually had a reason for doing all of this.”Amora’s words made Regis frown for a moment, but then he let out a short, dry chuckle.“A reason? What reason could he possibly have other than wanting to control his rebellious son?” Regis scoffed.Just like Amora once had, Regis had no idea about the real reason behind his father’s constant efforts to keep them apart.Seeing the hatred in Regis’s eyes whenever he mentioned Diego Lorenzo, Amora finally decided to share what Diego had once told her.She thought maybe—just maybe—it would help lessen Regis’s hatred toward his father. She could’ve easily kept it to herself, letting Regis continue to resent Diego as payback for everything that man had done to her.But her conscience wouldn’t let her pretend she didn’t know the truth.“Regis … your father did all this out of hatred and revenge toward my dad,” Amora said, leaving Regis completely stunned and confused.“What do you mean, Amora?” Regis asked, his gaze narrowing
Seeing the deep regret on Amora’s face, Regis let out a sharp sigh. He hadn’t meant to scold her. He just wanted her to understand how her actions affected them both.Regis tried to keep his emotions in check, not wanting to lash out. He knew Amora was clearly torn and dealing with a difficult inner conflict.“Haven’t I told you time and time again not to carry everything on your own, Amora?” Regis reminded her gently.Amora didn’t respond. Her head remained lowered until Regis reached out, cupped her chin, and lifted her face so their eyes could meet again.The look in Regis's eyes, which looked shady and sad, made Amora feel both comforted and hurt because she felt guilty for hurting him with the divorce papers she’d filed.“I’m your husband, Amora. Didn’t we agree to face all our struggles together? Can’t you give me just a little time to prove that I can turn this around without asking you to sacrifice everything?” Regis asked, his voice soft but full of emotion.He still believed
Regis and Amora had just entered their rented house, but Regis was still gripping his wife’s wrist tightly, causing her to wince in pain.“Regis, didn’t you hear me? Let go of my hand!” Amora snapped, clearly annoyed at being dragged around by her husband.The sound of the bedroom door slamming made Amora jump. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the fury in Regis’s eyes.Amora swallowed hard and muttered, “That hurts, Regis.”Seeing how helpless she looked, Regis finally let go of her wrist. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the red marks left by his grip.Even though guilt started to creep in, Regis didn’t say anything. He still couldn’t bring himself to forgive what Amora had done.His lips curled into a bitter smirk as he glanced at the small suitcase behind her. “So you’re leaving, huh? Who told you to do that?”His voice was laced with a mix of anger and disappointment. Amora nervously bit her lip, slowly lowering her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.“Why are you quiet? A
“Did you bring what my boss asked for?” Pablo asked, his expression completely unchanged.Amora looked down at the document in her hands, her heart heavy. The papers were divorce papers—something she had prepared at Diego’s request, and a requirement to get Rayden accepted into the Lorenzo family.The truth was, she still wasn’t ready to divorce Regis. But the pressure and threats from Diego had completely worn her down. Unlike Diego, she held no power. And more than anything, she didn’t want to see Regis crushed under the weight of his own father.“Miss, my boss isn’t someone who breaks his promises. He’ll accept your son as part of the Lorenzo family, just like he said. Your sacrifice won’t be in vain,” Pablo assured her on his employer’s behalf.Hearing that, Amora felt something heavy lift from her chest. ‘I’m sorry, Ray. I know I made this decision on my own, but I believe one day, you’ll understand this was the best thing I could do for you,’ she thought.Amora handed the docume
"See you later, Mom. Don’t forget to come, okay?" Rayden said as he said goodbye to his mother.They had just finished breakfast, and Regis was the one taking their son to school. Amora had claimed she needed to finish some housework first so she could fully enjoy the event Rayden was participating in later.Amora only gave a small nod to her son’s words. She kissed his forehead lightly and murmured, "Take care of yourself, Ray."Rayden frowned. "I’m not gonna hurt myself, Mom," he replied, assuming she was still worried about his archery performance later.Amora gave a faint smile. Her eyes shifted to Regis, who was looking at her with a meaningful gaze. But she quickly looked away and said, "Go on, or you'll be late.""Come on, Dad! Let’s go!" Rayden called out as he grabbed his backpack."What is it?" Amora asked, puzzled, when she noticed Regis still hadn’t moved from his spot, even though their son had already jogged toward the door."Aren’t you forgetting something?" Regis asked
“Maybe Albert and the others were right. The more I stay silent, the more Father will keep using his power to pressure Amora. I need to put a stop to this—fast,” Regis thought to himself.His face was filled with distress. His mind was racing with plans he had crafted with his loyal subordinates. He’d originally planned to check in on his wife, but changed his mind and stood up, needing to confirm something first before taking any action.Meanwhile, Amora sat silently on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone screen, her thoughts consumed by the message she had just received.Tears streamed steadily down her cheeks. She covered her mouth with one hand to muffle her sobs so no one outside her room could hear her crying.She quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand and looked again at the message on her screen. It was from Chris. He had saved her number without her knowing.[Amora, I’m not sure if you’ve found out yet or not … but I just want to say congratulations. Accordin