Noelle noticed his nervousness. After clenching her hands for a brief moment, she finally said, "The focus of your company for the next few years should be in Coppersville, right?"Her question caught Dylan off guard. Choosing not to lie, he nodded slowly."The thing is—I don't want to move back there," Noelle said. "I really like it in Stormridge. So, the distance would be an issue for us.""That's not an issue at all, what with all the transportation available. I can come visit you every month. "Even though Dyno Corporation is still in its early stages, once it stabilizes in a couple of years, I'll naturally look to open subsidiaries in other cities. "When that time comes, Stormridge will be my first choice," Dylan responded quickly, his tone anxious, as if he had finally found something to hold on to after struggling for so long. He was doing everything he could to cling to it, afraid of being left behind again.Noelle didn't comment on his response. Instead, she lowered her
"Mr. Pritchett, it's been a while," said someone warmly from behind Hendrix, causing him to pause briefly.But he didn't turn around and instead continued speaking calmly with the person in front of him. He hadn't wanted to attend this party in the first place, but the host was a close acquaintance, so he had reluctantly shown up to make an appearance.What he hadn't expected was to run into the last person he wanted to see so soon after arriving. He knew Dylan and Noelle were together now. Just a few days ago, Erwin had sent him a photo of Dylan and Noelle holding hands.Hendrix had already made up his mind not to concern himself with their affairs anymore. But Erwin, as if having discovered a new toy, seemed to take pleasure in using this to provoke him every day.Hendrix didn't know if Erwin enjoyed seeing him suffer or if he was trying to prove how laughable Hendrix's past promises of unwavering devotion to Noelle had been. Whatever the reason, he had already blocked him.But
It was a photo taken during their last visit to the amusement park. At the time, the park staff, trying to curry favor with him, had taken countless group photos of him, Noelle, and Rosie.But from Hendrix's perspective now, he could see that he had been cropped out of the photo. Only Noelle and Rosie remained, and the picture had been set as her social media profile photo.Dylan smiled at him and said, "Sorry. I need to take this call."Then, without waiting for Hendrix's response, he walked out with his phone in hand.Hendrix stayed where he was. After a moment, he let out a soft chuckle.He knew it—there was no way Dylan didn't care. He had done it on purpose. He had deliberately taken out his phone in front of him to flaunt his relationship with Noelle.Hendrix had always known that it was impossible for Dylan not to care about his past with Noelle. His earlier calmness and sincerity? It must have been an act. So, the video call was probably fake, too.Someone had just swapp
Hendrix trailed behind Dylan the entire time. He knew how despicable his actions were—this wasn't something he should be doing, but he couldn't help himself.He even wished he could live-stream the scene to Noelle, letting her see the true colors of the man she had chosen. But he didn't.Doing something like that wouldn't carry much weight. Besides, he didn't want to stoop to that level. All he needed to do was tear off Dylan's mask and make sure he stayed away from Noelle.Dylan didn't deserve her—not even a little!Dylan soon led the woman into a room. Hendrix didn't approach immediately. Instead, he stood outside, finishing a cigarette before slowly making his way forward. He moved in a calm and deliberate manner, and when he reached the door, he gave it several light knocks.There was no response from inside. Hendrix narrowed his eyes, the mockery in his gaze growing more pronounced.He knocked again.This time, Dylan answered. "Who is it?"Hendrix remained silent.Dylan
The faint smirk on Hendrix's lips slowly faded away. He turned his gaze back to Noelle.She was glaring at him, her impatience and disgust unmistakable in her eyes.Yes, it was definitely Noelle.She had cut her hair short. She and Dylan had checked into a hotel room together.These two realities hit Hendrix hard in the chest. He clenched his hands, his teeth biting down on his lips so hard that he drew blood.Yet, he still refused to give up. He asked her, "And you? What are you doing here?"As he spoke, Hendrix began walking toward her.The answer was already painfully clear. What else could a man and a woman do in the middle of the night? Surely, they were just chatting in the room.To make it worse, Noelle had already taken a shower! So, while Hendrix was outside smoking, what had she and Dylan been doing inside?Hendrix had thought he had already come to terms with it—that he had accepted Noelle was now Dylan's girlfriend. Or that they held hands, ate together, and talked
Then, Hendrix walked toward Dylan with his fist already raised. But the next moment, his hand froze midair. It wasn't because he no longer wanted to throw the punch. It was because Noelle had stepped in front of Dylan.She simply stood there with her eyes fixed on him. Her cold, piercing gaze made Hendrix calm down. He looked at her with confusion and disbelief."Get out!" Noelle said. "You listen to me, Hendrix. Whether I cut my hair or do anything else, all that has nothing to do with you, got it? If you don't leave right now, I'll call the police. This is a hotel, so go ahead and try me if you don't mind making a scene."Hendrix didn't speak. He only stared at her quietly and slowly lowered his raised fist. Then, he turned to look at Dylan.Frowning, Dylan stared straight back at Hendrix.Hendrix smirked. "Are you even a man? How can you hide behind a woman and let her protect you?""I'm fine with it," Noelle cut in before Dylan could respond. "Dylan's my boyfriend, so what's
Noelle seemed quite busy.Dylan didn't say much, only nodding in response. Only then did Noelle turn and push open the bedroom door.Rosie was still asleep on the bed. She looked so peaceful and soft, clearly undisturbed by the commotion outside.Noelle crouched by her bedside, carefully tucking her in before leaving the room.The front desk had already delivered the first aid kit. Dylan was sitting on the couch nearby, the kit open but unused.Noelle quickly walked over. She took out an ice pack and handed it to Dylan."Thank you," he said with a smile.Noelle, however, pursed her lips. "I'm sorry for dragging you into my mess.""Drag me into your mess?" Dylan was taken aback. Then, he smiled again and said, "What are you talking about? How is this your fault?""But—""Besides, didn't you also get hurt because of me before?" he asked. "And the pain you went through was much worse than this, so my little scratch is nothing."This was the first time Dylan had brought up what
Two months had passed since their last visit, and the mangoes in Sienna Villa had indeed ripened.Rosie had been craving them for a while. She loved standing under the tree, tilting her head back to count the fruits one by one.Today, as soon as they arrived, she insisted on picking the mangoes herself. Beatrice, who always indulged her, immediately had someone bring over a ladder and made sure there were people to support her as she climbed."Be careful," Beatrice said, standing nearby with a furrowed brow. "Don't go too fast. Yes, just pick the one at the bottom."It was true Beatrice doted on Rosie, but so was her concern for her at that moment. Only when Rosie successfully picked a mango and climbed down did Beatrice finally let out a sigh of relief.As soon as Rosie climbed down the ladder, she didn't even wait to steady herself before running over, clutching her hard-earned prize."Mommy, this is for you!" Her face was glistening with sweat, but her smile was radiant. She f
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