เข้าสู่ระบบ"I want you..." Camille said, her voice barely rising above a whisper, "...to destroy Blackridge before Dizer can build it."Though she spoke softly, every syllable dripped with a toxic, simmering resentment. On the other end of the line, the man chuckled darkly. "So, you've finally admitted she's a threat."Camille glanced back through the hospital's glass entrance. Inside, Liam was still standing close beside Dizer—not out of a sense of obligation or because of their marriage, but because he genuinely wanted to be there. Her jaw tightened in jealousy. "I don't care what it costs," she said coldly. "I don't want her becoming stronger."The man remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "And what do I get in return?"Camille narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?""You."She froze instantly. "You know that's impossible."He laughed dismissively. "Relax. I was joking." After a brief pause, his tone turned calculating and serious. "But I do want something.""What is it?"
"Dizer..." Liam’s voice was unusually strained as the conference room fell silent. "I know I probably don't have the right to ask this, but... I need your help."Six pairs of eyes immediately turned toward Dizer. She stepped away from the table, looking closely at him. "What happened?""There was an explosion at a chemical warehouse on the east dock," he explained, his anxiety palpable.Her expression changed instantly. "The east dock?""Yes," Liam nodded quickly. "More than eighty workers were injured, and the emergency department is completely overwhelmed."Dizer frowned, feeling helpless. "I'm sorry, Liam... I'm not a doctor.""I know," he replied earnestly. "But you're the best logistics strategist I've ever met. The roads around the hospital are completely blocked. Our blood supplies are running out, and the ambulances are stuck in gridlock." He paused, adding softly, "I remembered something you once said."She closed her eyes, bracing herself. "What did I say?""'When pe
The envelope felt heavier than it looked. Dizer stared at the elegant handwriting across the front: To Be Opened Only If Kendall Betrays Dizer. Her fingers trembled as she traced the words. Looking up at Adrian, her voice was barely above a whisper. "Did my grandmother really expect this day to come?"Adrian let out a quiet sigh. "No," he paused before adding, "she prayed it never would. But Eleanor never ignored the possibility."Taking a slow, steady breath, Dizer carefully broke the wax seal. Inside was a handwritten letter, along with several neatly folded documents. She unfolded the letter first:My dearest Dizer,If this letter has reached your hands, then my greatest fear has become reality. It means your father has failed you. For that... I am deeply sorry.Please don't mistake this letter as permission to hate him. Hatred is a prison that hurts the person carrying it. Instead... understand him. Then choose a different path.A tear slipped down Dizer's cheek as she cont
"I've been waiting..." Adrian Knight said softly, "...for someone else to make the next move." He gently placed the white queen back on the chessboard.Dizer's eyes remained fixed on the unfinished game. "Did my grandmother ever come back to finish it?" she asked.Adrian smiled wistfully. "No. Life interrupted us. And before we knew it... there wasn't enough time." He gestured toward the study. "Please. Let's sit."The study was warm and inviting. Unlike Kendall's office, where every piece of furniture seemed to scream authority, this room felt lived in. Books lined the shelves, model cargo ships rested inside glass display cabinets, and photographs of ports from around the world covered one wall.Adrian poured two cups of tea. "Eleanor always preferred jasmine," he said, handing one cup to Dizer. "I hope you don't mind."She accepted it with a polite smile. "It's my favorite."Adrian chuckled. "Another thing you inherited from her."For a few moments, silence settled between
"The time has finally come for us to meet."The deep, steady voice lingered in Dizer's ears. She instinctively tightened her grip on the phone. "...Mr. Adrian Knight?"A soft chuckle came from the other end. "So Vivian has finally spoken about me."Dizer glanced at Vivian, who responded with a reassuring nod."I've heard your name," Dizer admitted. "But I don't know who you are.""You will," Adrian replied calmly. "But that conversation deserves to happen face to face."Dizer hesitated. "When?""Tomorrow. I'll send a car." Before she could ask another question, the call ended.She slowly lowered the phone. Beside her, Benjamin released a long breath. "So... he's finally coming home."Vivian's EstateThat evening, the fireplace crackled softly as Vivian poured tea into two cups. Dizer sat across from her, her thoughts still occupied by the mysterious phone call."Who exactly is Adrian Knight?" she finally asked.Vivian smiled faintly. "If I tell you everything tonight... y
Dizer slowly lowered her phone, her fingers trembling as the elderly nun's words echoed in her mind: "There is someone your grandmother supported in secret... and that person has been waiting for you."Vivian noticed the change in her expression. "What happened?"Dizer looked at her. "The call was from Saint Mary's Children's Home."A gentle smile appeared on Vivian's face. "I wondered when they would contact you.""You knew about it?"Vivian nodded. "I know your grandmother. She never forgot the people she loved."The Next MorningA black sedan rolled into the quiet courtyard of Saint Mary's Children's Home. Unlike the luxurious estates and grand buildings Dizer had visited recently, the orphanage was old and simple. Its faded walls bore the marks of time, yet the place felt warm and full of life. Children ran across the playground, laughing as they chased one another, their joyful laughter filling the air.A small smile found its way onto Dizer's face. "I haven't heard chi







