This floor was clearly reserved for presidential suites, and at that moment, the hallway was eerily quiet.After pressing the doorbell, Noelle looked down at her feet. She had been at the hospital for so long that her white sneakers were now stained with dirt.They were a stark contrast to the luxurious brown carpet beneath her, making her feel like she didn't belong here at all. This place was no longer her world.Noelle wasn't sure how long she waited. It might have been just a few seconds, or it might have been ten minutes. All she knew was, standing there, time seemed to stretch endlessly.It wasn't until her hands and feet began to feel stiff that the door finally opened. But the moment she saw the person inside, the urge to turn and leave grew stronger.Her hands clenched at her sides, and her eyes widened as she stared at him.Hendrix had just stepped out of the shower. He had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet, with water droplets dripping fr
Hendrix quickly finished smoking the first cigarette. After taking a deep breath, he lit a second one. But he only grew more agitated.Seeing that Noelle was still taking her time in the shower, he impatiently stubbed out the cigarette and strode forward.His knuckles rapped sharply against the door. "I'll give you five more minutes, then you'd better get out."After speaking, Hendrix sat down on the bed, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door.The sound of running water finally stopped. It was as if Noelle had been timing herself with a stopwatch. With just a few seconds left before the five-minute mark, she opened the door.When Hendrix saw her tightly wrapped in a bathrobe, he couldn't help but laugh. "Is that necessary? There's not a single part of you I haven't seen before."Noelle kept her head down, her eyes lowered. Her fingers, clutching the bathrobe, had turned pale from the pressure.At that moment, Hendrix almost wished she would lash out or throw something at him, yell
Noelle knew that Hendrix had never lacked admirers. She had seen plenty of them before. Even just recently, hadn't he gone grocery shopping with another woman?So, as long as Hendrix wanted, there were countless women eager to throw themselves at him. He had endless choices, and she would never be the "right" one. She wasn't before, and she certainly wasn't now.At this moment, Noelle could clearly sense Hendrix's stiffness and the way his gaze lingered on her scar. She suddenly felt like laughing."So, are you sure you want to continue?" she asked with a smirk.When she finished speaking, Hendrix finally raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were still as deep as ever, betraying no hint of emotion.Noelle was about to say something else, but before she could, he lowered his head. Then, his lips landed softly on her scar.The gentle touch made Noelle's expression change instantly. She struggled, trying to get up. But Hendrix quickly pinned her down."You—" She tried to say
"Noelle? Noelle!"It wasn't until Seline called her that Noelle finally snapped out of her thoughts. She looked at her in a daze."What's the matter with you? You look like you're in a trance," Seline said with a frown."I-I'm fine.""And your dark circles are so heavy. Didn't you say you were going home to rest last night? Why do you look worse than when you were staying overnight at the hospital?""I didn't sleep well last night," Noelle said with a forced smile. "Maybe it's because I couldn't see Rosie, so I was worried.""What's there to worry about? There are so many medical staff here. Besides, the doctors said that as long as the transplant surgery goes smoothly, Rosie will be out of here in no time. Speaking of which, when is Hendrix going to sign the surgery consent form?"Noelle felt a stab in her heart at the question, and her expression visibly changed.Seline immediately noticed. "What's wrong? Did Hendrix go back on his word?""No…""Wait. He didn't come to the
"He's doing this just because he's unwilling to let go," Noelle interrupted Seline. "He felt defeated and disappointed because of me, and now, he just wants to make me feel the same way.""But I think—""If he really still loved me, he should know that no matter what, he shouldn't use Rosie as leverage against me," Noelle said. "The only reason I'm doing what he says now is to give Rosie a chance at the surgery."Our relationship isn't one of meaningful connection. So Seline, it's really impossible between me and him."…Night fell quickly once again.To be honest, Noelle was a little afraid of this time of day. She kept looking at her phone, afraid that Hendrix might send her a message but also fearing he wouldn't send anything at all. After all, he still hadn't signed the surgery consent form. But nothing happened that night.The next day, Noelle finally found out why Hendrix hadn't contacted her the day before.There was a news feature of him attending a banquet. In the p
Hendrix's hand remained suspended in midair. When he realized Noelle had no intention of taking the keycard, he immediately frowned.But Noelle acted as if she hadn't noticed and simply pulled out the documents she had prepared. "Rather than that, let's talk about the terms of our deal first."Hendrix didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the papers in her hand."This is the surgery consent form. Please sign it," Noelle continued.Last time, he had claimed he hadn't agreed to her terms, and she had no way to argue. So this time, she came prepared.Hendrix was a businessman, and as a businessman, he valued tangible, signed documents above all else. In addition to the consent form, Noelle had prepared another contact—one outlining the nature of their… relationship.It stated that she would fulfill Hendrix's need, but only during Rosie's recovery period. Once the surgery was successful and Rosie was fully healed, their relationship would end immediately, with no further ties.The terms
But in the next moment, Hendrix turned away again.Seeing this, Noelle instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand. It was a gentle gesture, and she had even prepared herself for him to shake her off, but he didn't.He simply turned his head and looked down at her hand."I'm sorry," Noelle said again. "I shouldn't have thought of you that way last time. I was wrong, but Rosie is innocent. Can you please help her?"She carefully chose her tone, her voice dry and hoarse. If there had been any other choice, she wouldn't have wasted a single second here with him. But she truly had no other way.She also knew that Hendrix wanted to see her like this. He wanted her to beg him and humble herself before him.When she finished speaking, Hendrix was finally willing to look at her. Then, he gently gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.Their eyes met.Her eyes were slightly red, her lips trembling. Coupled with her face, which was noticeably thinner from the stress, she looke
Hendrix had held back. After all, back then, he was the one who had been abandoned. For the one who was left behind, chasing after Noelle to ask why felt like admitting defeat.So, since their reunion, Hendrix had never asked her this question. But now, he couldn't hold back any longer because he really wanted to know.Noelle's actions back then had seemed contradictory to him. She said she didn't want to suffer with him, yet she refused to take anything that belonged to him.At the time, he had given her so many things. Just taking one or two would have been enough to ensure her a comfortable life, but she had taken nothing.So, the reason she gave was just an excuse to deceive him. Then, why did she really leave?Hendrix stared at Noelle, desperate for an answer.Noelle stood there, her eyes meeting his for a moment before she softly said, "Because I was pregnant at the time.""What?""Had I not been pregnant then, I might have been able to stay with you. But I had a baby to
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