Noelle sat there for a moment, watching Hendrix's retreating figure before finally returning to the hospital room.Seline was by the bedside, mindlessly scrolling through muted videos on her phone. It was obvious her focus wasn't on it. As soon as she saw Noelle walk in, she immediately stood up. "You're back?"Noelle nodded."What did you guys talk about? That bastard—""He said he didn't know about Rosie's illness," Noelle interrupted.Seline choked on her words. "What… What do you mean?"Noelle didn't respond.But Seline shot up from her seat as if something had bitten her. "That's impossible! How could he not know? He told me him—"Before she could finish, Noelle covered her mouth and glanced toward Rosie.Realizing her mistake, Seline lowered her voice. "He told me himself that he knew! He even said it was your choice! He said he was going to find someone else to marry and have kids with."Seline was in the middle of throwing one accusation after another when Noelle sudd
To Noelle's surprise, Hendrix didn't show up the next day.However, the team of medical experts he had promised arrived promptly. They held a meeting with Rosie's current doctors and ultimately decided to proceed with the surgery.As Rosie's mother, Noelle had already undergone a compatibility test, but she hadn't been a match. Now, they were waiting for Hendrix's results.If his test also came back negative…Noelle didn't dare to think further.Hendrix didn't show up over the next two days as well. His absence made Noelle realize his intentions. He had arranged for the doctors and agreed to a compatibility test solely out of a sense of paternal responsibility. It had nothing to do with anything else.Honestly speaking, realizing this brought her a sense of relief.After all, a few days ago, Seline had mentioned that children were a bond between parents. And because of Rosie, there might be a chance for something to change between Noelle and Hendrix.When Noelle heard this, her
Noelle instructed the caregiver to look after Rosie before following Dylan out."The last time we met was over a year ago, right?" Dylan asked. "You had just given birth, and I was swamped with work, so we didn't get a chance to talk properly."The hospital yard was filled with patients enjoying the sunshine.They found a quiet spot in a gazebo. Dylan sat down on the bench first, his demeanor relaxed and natural. That calm composure was something only a seasoned businessman could possess.Noelle had seen it countless times in Hendrix. But perhaps because she was used to Dylan's gentle and approachable nature, seeing him adopt this tone made her feel uncomfortable.After a brief pause, she let out a soft hum."You know I've started my own company, Dyno Corporation, right?" Dylan asked."Yeah, I saw the news. The company looks successful. Congratulations."Dylan chuckled. "Thank you. By the way, there's something you probably don't know. My grandfather… He's passed away."Noelle
Dylan smiled, but gone was the warmth that used to fill his face, and in its place was a sharp, icy edge.Noelle's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself. "It wasn't you.""Oh?""You just didn't want to marry Jean. And before that, she had already been sentenced for kidnapping and assaulting me. Your goal was achieved. There was no need for you to target her family further. So, it wasn't you," she reasoned calmly.Dylan looked at her, his smile deepening. "So, should I feel happy that you trust me?"Was it trust?Noelle wasn't sure. But if she had to explain, it was more because she believed Dylan had no reason to do something so unnecessary.But if it wasn't Dylan who reported Brian, then who was it?As if reading her thoughts, Dylan said, "It was Hendrix."Noelle immediately looked at him.He smiled and said, "Do you remember what I told you back then? I knew that even if Jean committed a crime, her family would do everything to cover it up. But if it involv
After Noelle finished speaking, Dylan's expression shifted slightly. Then, he slowly frowned."If that's all you wanted to say, then I'll be going now."With that, Noelle turned to go.But Dylan called out to her again, "So, you're still choosing Hendrix. Is that it? But do you know he's about to get married?"…Noelle took the elevator back upstairs. The moment the doors opened, she saw someone sitting outside the hospital room.He was dressed in a black suit, with a laptop bag by his side. At the moment, he was holding a tablet, his eyes focused intently on the documents in front of him.He looked like he had rushed over from somewhere. His usually neat hair was slightly disheveled, and his clothes were wrinkled.He had been staring at the screen, but the moment Noelle looked at him, he seemed to sense her presence and immediately lifted his head.There was about ten yards of distance between them. The VIP ward hallway was eerily quiet—so quiet that Noelle could hear her own
Rosie's voice was sharp and piercing.It wasn't just Hendrix—even Noelle was seeing this attitude in her for the first time.She froze for a moment, then quickly stepped forward. "Rosie, you—""I don't want to see him! Make him leave, Mommy! Make him go away!" Rosie buried herself in Noelle's arms as she spoke.The IV tube in her hand was tugged, causing blood to flow back into the tube.Afraid Rosie might hurt herself, Noelle quickly held her hand down and agreed to her request, "Okay, okay. I'll make him leave now. It's alright. Don't get upset."As she spoke, she glanced up at Hendrix.He stood there, lips pressed tightly together.Noelle thought she might have to say something more to him, but to her surprise, he turned and left without a word.Only when he was completely gone did Rosie slowly calm down, though she still clung tightly to Noelle's arm."There, there," Noelle said softly. "You don't have to see him if you don't want to. Don't be afraid. Mommy's here."Rosi
Noelle didn't explain much to Rosie at that moment. Instead, she went along with whatever her daughter said to soothe her.Sure enough, Rosie quickly brightened up again. She began excitedly sharing her plans of what she was going to do after getting out of the hospital.Noelle sat quietly beside her, listening attentively.When the nurse came in with medication, Rosie didn't complain. She dutifully took her medicine, though the side effects made her uncomfortable. She simply lay in the bed, clinging tightly to Noelle's hand.Noelle patted her gently on the shoulder while softly singing a lullaby. Her position was awkward, but she didn't dare move, as Rosie had been feeling insecure lately. She often became upset if she woke up and didn't see Noelle or if she had trouble sleeping.So, Noelle stayed still. It wasn't until Rosie was sound asleep did she slowly withdraw her hand.The caregiver, who had been sitting quietly nearby, approached cautiously after Rosie fell asleep. "Ms.
It took Noelle a moment to fully grasp the meaning behind Hendrix's words. Her expression changed instantly. "Hendrix, what are you trying to say?""Exactly what I said," Hendrix replied with a cold chuckle. "I've seen the name you gave Rosie. I don't mind that she has your last name, but she's still my kid! Letting her call another man 'Daddy' is something I will never allow."Of course, you're still young, so if you're lonely and want to remarry, I won't stop you. But you absolutely cannot take Rosie with you. Do you understand?"After Hendrix finished speaking, Noelle fell silent. She simply stood there with her lips pressed tightly together as she stared at him.Hendrix knew her well, and his gaze quickly dropped. Sure enough, the next moment, he saw her clenched fists, her shoulders trembling slightly from the effort.He expected her to erupt in anger. In fact, he wouldn't even be surprised if she told him to leave. But instead, she suddenly unclenched her fists.Then, she e
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