Dylan was dressed in a beige trench coat, his short hair neat and clean, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. Overall, he looked elegant and refined.He quickly walked over. "Have you been waiting long?"Noelle sent off her message and replied, "Not really. I just got here.""Alright. Let's go." Dylan nodded, pulling his suitcase with one hand while slightly bending the other arm.Understanding his gesture, Noelle quickly put away her phone and took his arm."Shall we grab dinner first?" Dylan asked.Noelle nodded. "Sure.""Your voice doesn't sound quite right," he remarked.Noelle coughed lightly. "Caught a cold a while back, but I'm much better now. Just a bit of a cough left.""I'll get you some cough syrup later.""Okay."…At Amity Group's subsidiary company in Vinton, Hendrix was sitting in front of his desk with a poker face, staring at the photo he just received on his phone.It was a photo of a couple, looking like a good match.H
When Hendrix just got into his car, he received a new message again.He wanted to delete the text straight away because he knew it would be photos of those two people again. But now, no matter how many pictures he received, it was pointless.Just like what Noelle said. She had moved on, so it was time for him to do so, too.As for what Julio said…Hendrix couldn't help but laugh coldly.What did Julio want to say? So what if Dylan was just a university lecturer? Was Julio trying to make Hendrix win over Noelle back by using those stupid methods?What a joke.Since when did Hendrix ever need to do such things, becoming a third wheel in other people's relationships?When he thought about that, he found it quite amusing.But his finger hovered over the screen. He could clearly see the "delete" option, yet he couldn't bring himself to tap it.After several seconds of hesitation, he opened photos instead.Noelle and Dylan had already finished dinner, and after a brief stop at the
After smoking two sticks of cigarettes, Hendrix finally calmed down. Then, he made a call.Julio answered the call very quickly. "Hello, Mr. Freeman?"Hendrix tossed the lighter onto the center console and said, "I've thought about the collaboration, but as for your sincerity, you'll have to show me."…Back at Galaxy Grove, by the time Noelle finished showering, Dylan was still working in the living room. He had his Bluetooth earphones on while typing on his keyboard.Noelle called out to him."Give me a second," he said to someone on the line and looked at Noelle."Are you not going back tonight?" she asked."Yeah. There's still some issue in the house. I'm going on a business trip next week, so can I stay here for a few days?" he asked."Alright. Just use anything in the guest room. Make yourself comfortable."With that said, Noelle turned around, but Dylan stopped her. "I have prepared some cough syrup for you in the kitchen. Take some."Noelle wanted to tell him that sh
When Noelle arrived at the office, her assistant informed her, "Ms. Swanson, Mr. Garcia wants to see you in his office."She couldn't help but frown, but she didn't say anything else. She just nodded and took the elevator up.Compared to his attitude yesterday, Julio seemed very warm today. "Noelle, you're here! You left quite early last night. Did something happen?""Oh, my boyfriend came back," Noelle answered calmly.Her words stunned Julio for a moment. Then, he remembered the call with Hendrix last night.No wonder…Julio chuckled, and said, "Mr. Pritchett is back? It seems like his business trip this time is quite long, right?""Yeah, almost a month.""He keeps going on business trips, so I guess you guys are going through something similar to a long-distance relationship, huh? Aren't you afraid that your relationship might face some problems?"Upon hearing that, Noelle frowned. "This has nothing to do with you. Did you ask to meet me so early in the morning just to ask
Oliver walked right by her side. After Noelle's last "reminder," he no longer pried or gossiped about the relationship between Noelle and Hendrix, though his gaze kept darting toward her on the way, his expression hesitant. It wasn't until Noelle rolled her eyes at him that he finally stopped.To Noelle's surprise, tonight's dinner was uneventful. As the host, Julio focused on discussing the details of the collaboration with Hendrix, while Noelle, as an accompanying member, only needed to chime in occasionally or join in a toast.Throughout the evening, Hendrix barely gave her a glance.But Noelle quickly understood why and recalled her last conversation with him.Even if he was unwilling, Hendrix was not the type of person who would run back to his ex. He wouldn't date her again. He would not, and his ego would not allow it, either.Thinking of this, Noelle let out a sigh of relief.Right at that moment, her phone rang. The ringtone broke the jolly atmosphere of the privat
Noelle didn't drink a lot today, but the dizziness she felt was just too familiar. Moreover, there was nobody left in the room.She immediately looked at Hendrix as she gritted her teeth and said, "Hendrix, how dare you use such despicable methods on me?"Her eyes turned red, and she clenched her fists. Furious and in disbelief, her arms and entire body were shaking.Hendrix also frowned, but he quickly reacted and said, "It's not me.""If not you, then…"Before she could finish, she thought of someone—Julio.No wonder!Judging by Hendrix's attitude tonight, he didn't seem entirely committed to cooperating with them, yet Julio had acted so confident earlier. So, this was Julio's plan all along—to offer her as a "gift" to Hendrix tonight.However, as this thought crossed her mind, Noelle quickly calmed down. She didn't argue with Hendrix further. Instead, she turned to leave. After all, she had no idea what Julio might have spiked her drink with, and she had no intention of ge
Hendrix sounded calm and serious.At that moment, Noelle suddenly recalled the scene on Serene Street, where Hendrix had mercilessly kicked Maxwell, with his expression just as serious and resolute as it was now.It was only now that she truly understood the madness lurking beneath his calm, composed exterior.He was never a kind or gentle man. For him, the end justified the means. This was who Hendrix truly was.The car soon pulled into the hotel parking lot. Hendrix stepped out, still carrying Noelle in his arms."Let… Let go of me!" Noelle bit her lip, her hands desperately shoving at his chest. "Hendrix, it's over between us! You're the one who said it was over!" Hendrix did not answer.Soon, the elevator door opened. Hendrix had booked the presidential suite, so the elevator brought them straight to his room. When he closed the door, he stopped controlling himself.Noelle was shoved against the door, and her coat was yanked off by him."Let go of me! Hendrix, you basta
Blood quickly seeped through Noelle's skin and hair. Even Hendrix was stunned briefly. It took him a while to recover before he snatched the ashtray from her hand.Seizing the opportunity, Noelle shoved him forward with all her remaining strength. She didn't say another word to him, nor did she spare him a glance. Instead, she turned and steadied herself, reaching for the door and pulling it open.But before she could step out, Hendrix's hand clamped tightly around her wrist from behind."Let me go! Hendrix, fucking let me go!" Noelle started shouting. Seeing that Hendrix didn't intend to let her go, she didn't care anymore and just bit his arm.She was on the verge of collapsing at this moment, so of course, she bit hard. Soon, she could taste the blood on her tongue, but Hendrix did not even make a sound.When Noelle was about to bite him again, his voice came from behind, laced with suppressed pain, "I'll send you to the hospital."…When Noelle woke up, she was in the hosp
Dylan had been wrong all along.Money and power—none of that had ever been what he was truly meant to chase. Because no one could stay at the center of power forever, and no one could possess those things for all time. What he should have been chasing was just that one light. That one light that would stay on for him late into the night. But now, he knew it was all too late.As he closed his eyes, Dylan suddenly thought of his mother, Leah. He remembered how, as a child, he had longed for a new set of paintbrushes. He had asked his parents for them many times. He even wanted to use his own Christmas money to buy them. But they refused.They believed it was wasteful. It didn't align with the frugal and disciplined lifestyle they lived by. So in the end, Dylan stole the set of paintbrushes from the stationery store.Because he came from a prestigious scholarly family and always kept a refined, gentlemanly image in public, the store owner never suspected a thing.But his parents fo
"Are you crazy? Noelle, let go of the wheel!" Dylan struggled to regain control of the car, but Noelle held onto the steering wheel tightly, refusing to let go.The car didn't slow down. On the contrary, it raced forward at an even faster pace.How long did this go on? Maybe it lasted only dozens of seconds. But for Dylan, it felt like the blink of an eye. Because the next moment, he saw the oncoming car.That car was speeding as well.Dylan didn't even have time to grab his gun. Just as he was about to slam on the brakes, the two cars collided at high speed. There was a deafening crash as the cars were thrown into the air, then slammed back down.Dylan's eyes widened. But in that instant, his first instinct was to turn and look at Noelle. Her eyes were already closed. She looked as if she had been prepared to face death all along. She must have known what he intended to do, and she also knew he didn't actually want to die.The only reason he took her away was so he could use her
Erwin was just about to repeat his question when a voice came from behind."Excuse me, but I think I know where your wife is."Hendrix spun around immediately.Standing behind them was a woman with long hair and big eyes. "I saw her just now in the backyard. Someone was taking her away. If I'm not mistaken, I think it was Mr. Pritchett from Morphy Fund?"At the mention of Dylan, Hendrix's expression turned dark as thunder. He charged up to the woman. "Where did they go?""I'm not sure. But I did take down his license plate number. Do you need it?""Where is it?" Hendrix barked.The woman held out her hand. "I'll give it to you for 1,000 dollars."Hendrix didn't carry cash with him. But he shoved his bank card into her hand without hesitation. "The license plate number!"The woman looked at the card, a little dissatisfied. But considering Hendrix's status, she figured he likely wouldn't care about such a small amount of money. Thus, in the end, she still showed Hendrix the phot
"Erwin!"The voice came just as Erwin stood on the terrace, smoking a cigarette in frustration.Although they had technically won the battle and he had earned a great deal from it, he felt, strangely enough, not the slightest trace of satisfaction. Maybe it was because Hendrix had forced him into the game. Or maybe, by now, winning and losing simply didn't stir anything in him anymore.At the beginning, Erwin had been somewhat excited. He had thought Dylan would be a difficult opponent—someone who could cause serious trouble, maybe even defeat them entirely. That would have been interesting. But instead, everything had gone far too smoothly. There had been no twists and no turns. Just a clean finish. It was boring, to say the least.And the current victory party? Equally so.Hendrix had insisted Noelle attend the party, saying she had flawlessly completed her part of the plan and that this victory was also hers. So, the party had turned out very wholesome, or rather, dull.Erwi
Erwin still showed signs of dissatisfaction. It seemed he was saying something, but Noelle could no longer hear him. She didn't look back either, instead turning her gaze to the other people at the party.The loud music continued, and the excitement and energy of the crowd remained high. But Noelle knew that this wasn't the usual celebration. This, in fact, was just Hendrix's way of making her adapt and accept the situation.Though she had known this for some time, the realization still made Noelle uncomfortable. Then, she suddenly remembered something Dylan had told her a few days ago about her past with Hendrix.Even though she knew Dylan's words weren't necessarily true, that didn't mean everything he said was a lie. How much of the past he mentioned was real, and how much was false?Noelle actually thought her life was fine now. She was willing to accept her past choices and believed in Hendrix's feelings for her. At least, this was what she thought sometimes.But at other tim
Dylan didn't dare to stay there. He immediately drove back to his place.He wanted to take Noelle with him and leave. Even if she didn't have her passport, it didn't matter. After all, there were definitely people looking for him right now.But no matter what, he was going to protect her. Even if they had to roam the world, it didn't matter. As long as they were together, it was fine. Even if it was just a shabby house, as long as there was a light on, that would be their home.However, when Dylan returned to the apartment, he found Noelle nowhere in sight. Gone also were all her things. The desk and floor were spotless, as if nothing had ever existed there.Dylan remained standing where he was. It took him several minutes to finally process what he was seeing. Then, he couldn't help but laugh. It was as if he had just heard the biggest joke—he laughed so hard that his whole body shook.Of course, how could he have thought she would be waiting for him here? How could she possibly
"I'm damned for ever believing your words! Now, just die!" George didn't give Dylan another chance to speak. He pulled the trigger, aiming to shoot a bullet through Dylan's forehead.In that instant, Dylan finally understood. This time, Hendrix didn't intend to leave him alive.If the goal had only been to swallow up Morphy Fund and make Dylan lose everything, the matter would have ended there. However, it seemed that Hendrix must have said something to George, which led him to believe that Dylan and Hendrix were working together—that Dylan had betrayed Morphy Fund.At this point, George had no way out. So, it wouldn't be surprising if he shot Dylan in the head. What Hendrix wanted was for him to die.Dylan didn't know what he was thinking at that moment. By the time he reacted, he had already grabbed the gun's barrel and twisted it violently. The bullet scraped past his head.Without hesitation, George moved to pull the trigger again when Dylan, still holding onto his wrist, forc
Dylan still remembered the victory party at the villa a few days ago. At that time, George had pushed him in front of everyone. He had enjoyed all the praise and recognition while sipping glass after glass of champagne.He knew that no matter how much doubt and skepticism there had been about him in the past, it all vanished that night. That was also why George had thrown him a victory party at the very first stage.After all, only by telling everyone about his achievements would they believe in him and entrust him with their funds. But they probably didn't expect the final result to be like this.Actually, when Fuer Fund continued to add to their position after reaching the peak, George had already warned Dylan that there might be some issues. But the market was unpredictable—a moment's decision or a few seconds of hesitation could lead to failure.Thus, Dylan didn't wait. He thought Hendrix was also gambling. So, he disregarded the risk and pushed all the funds in. He wanted Hend
Noelle's expression changed at that moment. It took her a while to find her voice to ask, "Is that what really happened?""Hendrix definitely hasn't told you all these, right?" Dylan smirked. "It's because he's too afraid to mention them. So, tell me. How could someone like him possibly deserve a happy life? "Don't worry. I'll make sure to take him down this time. Once I get your passport, you can go whenever you want."When he finished speaking, there was sincerity and seriousness in his eyes as he looked at Noelle. He really hoped she would stay. Of course, he wanted victory. But if he could have her by his side when he achieved it, that would be even better.Although once he reached the top, anyone could stay by his side. But the person he wanted most was Noelle."Thank you," Noelle said in the end.That wasn't the answer Dylan was most satisfied with. But he knew he couldn't afford to rush things just yet. For now, it was enough that Noelle was on his side."Alright, go to