As soon as Noelle finished speaking, Erwin paused for a moment before breaking into a smile."Of course. I've already told you—if we work together to completely ruin his business here, he'll have no choice but to return to Mondivera with me. And when that happens, you'll finally be free."Noelle merely smiled.But in Erwin's eyes, that smile made his brows crease ever so slightly.Only then did Noelle say, "But Mr. Lawson, I don't think you actually want to help me.""Oh?""If you really wanted to make Hendrix despair, it would be simple—just tell him that you and I are working together. After all, you know better than I do what kind of person he is. "If you destroy his business here, do you really think he'll let you go? That's not the outcome you're looking for, is it?"What you really want is for him to believe that I betrayed him. That's why you've been pushing me so hard all this time. Because once he finds out, you'll be able to tell him—see? The people closest to you ca
When Hendrix saw Noelle and Erwin returning almost at the same time, he immediately frowned and asked, "Where did you two go?""I went to the restroom, and I just happened to run into Mr. Lawson on the way back," Noelle answered in an unfazed manner.Besides, this was Coppersville, so Hendrix knew Erwin wouldn't dare try anything here.Even so, he still felt unsettled. He frowned at Erwin before finally stepping back into the private dining room.The food had all been served.Erwin still wasn't fond of Jainese cuisine, but for the sake of appearances, he picked at a few bites. The alcohol, however, was a different story, as both men had quite a few.Just as Hendrix was about to take another drink, Noelle reached out and pressed her hand against his glass."That's enough." Her voice was soft, but her brows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of dissatisfaction flickered in her eyes. "You haven't been sleeping well lately, so do you think your body can handle you drinking so much?"
Beatrice's injuries were severe, but fortunately, none were life-threatening. After a few days in the hospital, she was discharged.This time, however, Hendrix didn't let her return to Freeman Manor. Instead, he arranged for her to stay in a secluded yet elegant place.It just so happened to be the end of the month, and Nathan had returned to Coppersville for a work report.Hendrix reserved a table at a restaurant, calling it a "family reunion dinner".The moment Noelle heard the phrase, she had a bad feeling. After all, every reunion dinner in the Freeman family had never truly ended well. But since Hendrix had already made the arrangements, she had no choice but to go along.Winter had officially arrived in Coppersville.Today's temperature had dropped a few degrees lower than yesterday. Before they head out, Hendrix thoughtfully wrapped a scarf around Noelle's neck.The white scarf matched her coat perfectly, while Hendrix was dressed entirely in black.Two starkly contrasti
Ophelia watched Hendrix's actions closely with a noticeable frown.It wasn't until Hendrix felt that Noelle had eaten enough that he turned to Nathan. "By the way, I heard you've been in contact with the people over in Konray Capital. How's that going?"Nathan had been quietly eating with his head lowered, but the moment Hendrix dropped that question, his hand froze in mid-motion.Then, he lifted his head in disbelief.Ophelia looked confused. "What's Konray Capital?""Oh, Grandma, you might not be familiar with them," Hendrix said with a faint smile. "They're a company that deals in capital flow. Basically, they allow you to put your company shares up as collateral in exchange for a massive cash infusion. If the shares rise above a certain threshold within a set period, they even distribute dividends to you."But if the shares drop below a certain point, they have the contractual right to break down or even swallow your holdings. "I'm just wondering—how far along are you in
Ophelia quickly stormed off in a huff.Nathan stood there, frozen. It wasn't until a long moment had passed that he finally came back to his senses. He rushed forward and grabbed Hendrix by the collar."So, you knew everything! You've always known, yet you let me go ahead with it. You did this on purpose!"Hendrix simply smiled. "As an adult, if you can't even manage the most basic form of self-control, who can you blame?""This was clearly a trap you deliberately set up for me!""Yeah, but it's always up to you whether you choose to step into it or not. I never held a gun to your head and forced you to do it."As he spoke, Hendrix calmly raised his hand and methodically pried Nathan's fingers off his collar one by one."Oh, by the way, I should mention—I actually have shares in Konray Capital, too," Hendrix said with a faint smile. "That deal you got involved in? It was tailored specifically for you, including the stock market manager I arranged for you. Otherwise, how else d
So, at the moment, Hendrix was feeling a mixed bag of emotions. Especially when he heard Noelle's "honest" response, the frown on his forehead deepened even further."But isn't that how things are in the business world? It's either you die or I live," Noelle continued. "So, it's not really about being cruel or not."Her words caused Hendrix's lips to slowly curl upward. He then gave a soft hum."What will happen to him after this?" Noelle asked."Who? Nathan?" Hendrix chuckled lightly. "Why do you care? In any case, he's not going to have it easy."The way he said it made Noelle instantly understand, and she didn't ask any further questions.…The next day, Noelle saw the news about Amity Group as expected.What Nathan did was akin to disrupting the stock market, which was clearly in the gray area. To make matters worse, he wasn't just an ordinary shareholder of Amity Group—he was a member of the Freeman family, Hendrix's younger brother.Previously, the news released by Amity
Noelle said nothing more. But the way she silently looked at Sandra was nothing short of mockery and disdain in Sandra's eyes.She trembled involuntarily and clenched her teeth tightly. But then, just as quickly, she let out a laugh. "Oh, really? Such wonderful news, and yet, I had no idea. Should I be congratulating you, then?""Do as you please," Noelle replied. "Whether you congratulate me or not, it makes no difference to me."Contempt—that was what Sandra could clearly feel radiating from Noelle's gaze. As if everything she had desperately fought for meant nothing at all to Noelle.In truth, that seemed to be the reality.Over the years, Sandra had done so much for Hendrix. She had exhausted every possible effort, desperately trying to make him notice her and to replace Noelle's place in his heart. But in the end, he still chose Noelle. At this moment, Noelle stood before her with an air of absolute superiority, looking down on her with indifference."It's not really that
"Yeah," Noelle replied."Is everything going well?" Hendrix asked again."Yes, very well. The doctor said the baby is healthy, and everything looks good."Noelle's voice was calm, and her gaze carried a touch of warmth as she looked at him—just as usual.Even so, a coldness still settled over Hendrix's expression."Weren't you busy today?" Noelle suddenly asked.Hendrix frowned."Have you already settled everything that has to do with Nathan?" Noelle questioned.Hendrix took a deep breath. "Not yet, but it's almost done."Noelle let out a soft "oh", then nodded seriously.Hendrix stared at her for a moment before asking, "Who did you run into at the hospital today?"Noelle didn't answer right away. Instead, she turned to glance at the housekeeper.The housekeeper had clearly been discreetly monitoring their conversation, but the moment Noelle's gaze landed on her, she suddenly felt a strange sense of guilt and quickly looked away.Noelle frowned slightly before turning bac
The moment Hendrix fixed his eyes on Noelle, she suddenly found herself at a loss for words. As their eyes met, even the tips of her ears began to flush red without her realizing it."Why are you looking at me like that?" Noelle couldn't help but ask."So, have you remembered everything?" Hendrix asked instead. "Everything about us?""No," Noelle replied, turning her head away. "My head hurts. Didn't you say you were going to get the doctor? You can go—"But before she could finish, Hendrix suddenly grabbed her hand. His grip wasn't strong, but the way his fingers gently moved across hers felt like an intimate caress.Noelle couldn't help but tremble, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back.But then Hendrix suddenly said, "Actually, even before we got married, I'd seen you many times."Noelle hadn't expected him to bring this up. She froze for a second. Then, she quickly said, "I know. Back then at college—""Not just at college. After I graduated, I went to see you,
"Who are you?"That was the first thing Noelle said when she opened her eyes.Hendrix had still been basking in the relief of her waking up, but the moment he heard those words, the expression on his face vanished completely."What did you say?" he asked, his voice slightly strained.Noelle didn't answer. She simply stared at him, confusion clear in her eyes.Hendrix clenched his fists tightly. Maybe it was because he had gone through something like this before that he was able to calm himself down quickly this time."I'm your husband. My name is Hendrix Freeman. Do you still remember your own name?" he asked."Husband?" Noelle frowned slightly. "As in—we're married?""Yes. And we have a daughter. Her name is Rosie. She's three years old. This is her picture."As he spoke, Hendrix started to pull up a photo on his phone.But Noelle quickly asked, "Then why don't I remember you?""You were injured. But don't worry. I'll get the doctor to take a look at you."As Hendrix moved
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