"Where is he?"When Rosie suddenly asked Noelle this question, Noelle was taken aback for a moment.Then, she handed Rosie the colored pencil she needed. "Who?"Rosie took the pencil and began coloring in the grass in her drawing. She didn't give a direct answer, instead pressing down hard with the colored pencil before saying, "You know… him."It was then that Noelle realized who she meant. "Are you talking about your daddy?""Yeah," Rosie said softly."I don't know. Why are you looking for him?"Hendrix had never come to Sienna Villa often, but Rosie had never asked about him before. In fact, she'd often shown clear resistance whenever she saw him. Yet today, she'd brought him up out of the blue.Noelle studied her for a moment before asking, "Why are you suddenly asking about him?""No reason. I just wanted to ask." Rosie avoided her gaze, pressing the colored pencil so hard against the paper that it tore.Noticing this, Noelle asked, "Do you want to see him?""No," Rosie
"No place to hang it? I'll just hang it in the living room," Beatrice replied."It doesn't really match the decor there," Noelle countered."It doesn't matter. Rosie drew this for me, and that's something money can't buy."Beatrice's words left Noelle at a loss for a response.Beatrice then turned to Rosie with a smile. "What would you like? I'll have someone buy it for you, okay?""That's okay, Grandma." Rosie shook her head. Then, she added, "Also, Grandma, I want to go home."Her words stunned Beatrice. After a moment, she replied, "What do you mean, 'go home'? Aren't you already—""No, Grandma. I want to go back to Stormridge, where it's just Mommy and me," Rosie answered seriously.A frown slowly appeared on Beatrice's forehead. At the same time, she turned to look at Noelle, who was just as surprised as Beatrice by Rosie's request.Noelle immediately crouched down and asked Rosie, "What's wrong? Why do you suddenly want to go back?""But aren't we ever going to go back?
Noelle knew Rosie wanted to talk to Hendrix alone, so she didn't say anything. After giving Hendrix a glance, she turned and left the room.There was a convenience store right outside the hospital. Noelle bought milk for Rosie and also picked up a small bag of cakes.She didn't know what Rosie would say to Hendrix, but she wasn't in a hurry to return. After paying, she took a couple of laps around the hospital before heading back upstairs.By the time she returned, the conversation between Rosie and Hendrix was clearly over. The two of them sat quietly, neither speaking.Noelle had always thought Rosie's features resembled her own. But seeing them sitting side by side now, she suddenly realized her facial structure actually resembled Hendrix's more. Especially when they both pursed their lips—they looked like they were carved from the same mold.She stood there for a moment, observing them, before finally walking over."Mommy!" As soon as Rosie saw her, her eyes lit up, and the s
Noelle didn't answer. Instead, she turned her head to look out the car window.Silence settled over the inside of the car.After a moment, Rosie broke the quiet. "Mommy, I still want to hang out with Seline.""I know. I've already made plans to have dinner with her tonight.""Is Mr. Pritchett going, too?" Rosie asked.As soon as she spoke, Noelle glanced at Hendrix. She wasn't worried about anything else—just that Hendrix might suddenly lose his temper. But to her surprise, he didn't say anything, and the car continued to move smoothly forward.Only then did Noelle answer Rosie softly, "Yeah."Rosie nodded happily. "Yay! I like playing with Mr. Pritchett!""Why?""Because he's so good-looking, and I believe he can protect you, Mommy."As soon as Rosie said that, Hendrix couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Then, he shot Noelle a sarcastic look.Noelle simply ignored him and smiled at Rosie.…Noelle had indeed made dinner plans with Dylan that evening. After all, it had
"What time is your flight tomorrow? I'm pretty busy, so I might not be able to give you a ride to the airport," Seline asked Noelle, glancing at Dylan as she spoke.She couldn't make it more obvious what she was hinting at, so Dylan immediately said, "I'll take you and Rosie to the airport, Noelle. What time should I pick you up?"Noelle took a deep breath and said, "It's fine. We can just take a taxi.""Let me do it. After all, who knows when we'll see each other again?" Dylan said with a hint of resentment in his tone.Seline clicked her tongue. "He's right, Noelle. You made this decision so suddenly that we didn't even have time to process it."Noelle could only smile helplessly.Just then, Dylan suddenly remembered something and proceeded to hand over the shopping bag he was holding to Rosie. "This is for you."Rosie glanced at the delicate pink packaging, then looked at Noelle.Noelle immediately recognized the logo on the shopping bag. The gift was clearly too extravagant
Seline couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Then, she asked, "Ms. Rhett, right? I've seen you online before.""Oh, is that so?" Angela finally turned her attention to Seline, smiling. "So, I take it you're actually a fan of mine?"Fan? As if Angela would ever be worthy enough to have Seline as a fan.Seline barely held back the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm not exactly a fan. It just so happened I saw you a few times. But now that I think about it, didn't you have a boyfriend before? Wasn't he your classmate or something?""Yes, but we've broken up," Angela admitted freely. "It's not a crime to date around, right? After all, who here doesn't have a past?"As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward Noelle. It was as if she was telling everyone present that Noelle was Hendrix's "past".Seline gritted her teeth, about to retort when Noelle gently tugged her hand. This caused her to frown.Meanwhile, Dylan raised his wine glass and said, "Speaking of which, it's been a while since I've
When Noelle stepped out of the restroom, she happened to hear Seline say, "Please stop drinking. It hurts me to see you like this. Ugh!"Seline was standing in front of the mirror, washing her hands while mimicking what Angela said to Hendrix. She had never liked Angela, but after tonight, her dislike had turned into outright disgust.Noelle glanced at her and said, "She hasn't done anything to you, so why do you hate her so much?""Why do I hate her?" Seline widened her eyes as if Noelle had asked the most bizarre question."Why should I not hate her? Did you see how fake she was acting? And wasn't she subtly taking digs at you? She was basically saying you and Hendrix are ancient history! It's ridiculous! I wasn't even talking about that long ago when she was out shopping and checking into hotels with that other guy."Is Hendrix out of his mind? How can he even stand to be with a woman like her, who has nothing going for her? Do you think he's doing this just to provoke you? Hon
Angela answered with complete composure, staring straight into Seline's eyes.Seline, on the other hand, was shaking with anger, feeling as if Angela was outright insulting her intelligence.So, this was the same excuse she had given Hendrix back then? And more importantly, did he actually believe it?If that was the case, then Seline had truly misjudged Hendrix. It seemed he wasn't a lunatic—he was just a complete fool.Noelle quickly grabbed Seline's hand. Then, she smiled politely at Angela before turning to leave.But Angela called out from behind them. "Ms. Swanson, I have something else I'd like to say to you.""What could you possibly have to say to her?" Seline was the first to turn around. "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to talk to us!""Ms. Swift, I was addressing Ms. Swanson, not you.""You!" Seline was thoroughly enraged and itching to charge up to Angela and grab her by the hair.Noelle quickly held her back. She then turned to Angela and said,
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