Seline was the one who sent Hendrix the screenshot. She didn't add any commentary—just a simple screenshot. But the message she was conveying couldn't be any clearer. She wanted to tell him that he was out of the game.Hendrix stared at the screenshot expressionlessly for a moment before deleting it and promptly blocking Seline. Then, he turned his attention back to the computer screen. The data was still there, but he couldn't focus on a single number.Even though he had deleted the screenshot from his phone, he still felt as if it had been burned into his mind. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he slowly balled his hands into fists.After a while, he finally couldn't take it anymore. He shot up from his seat and grabbed his car keys before walking out. He drove fast, though he didn't really know where he was going.Eventually, he stopped in front of a new construction site. He had bought this plot of land a year ago. Construction had only started a few months ago because it
"Is that a yes or a no?" Leah narrowed her eyes."He was here a couple of days ago, but he left last night.""Is that so?" Leah responded indifferently, as if it didn't matter. "Just as well, because I have something to say to you."Noelle didn't refuse. She simply stepped aside to let her in.Dressed in a custom-tailored dress and leather shoes, Leah took one step inside and immediately frowned. She swept her gaze across the room, her dissatisfaction evident."Would you like something to drink?" Noelle asked.Leah didn't answer. Instead, her gaze slowly settled on Rosie.Despite her young age, Rosie had the sharp intuition that all children possessed. Thus, she could tell at a glance who was kind and who was not.As Leah scrutinized her, Rosie instinctively shrank behind Noelle, peeking out with wary eyes.Seeing this, the disdain in Leah's gaze deepened.Noelle gently patted Rosie on the shoulder. "Rosie, be a good girl and wait for me in your room, okay?"Rosie didn't res
After Leah finished speaking, Noelle fell silent."So, you do know that you're the one who's dragging him down, don't you?" Leah looked at her, the sarcasm in her smile deepening."What do you want me to do?" Noelle asked."Isn't it obvious? I want you to leave him, of course!"Noelle pursed her lips. "But Mrs. Pritchett, Dylan is an adult. He knows what he's doing. Besides, we've made a promise to each other. How could I abandon him now when he has stuck with me through it all?""Abandon?" Leah let out a sharp laugh. "Don't act like you don't know what's going on. His company was doing just fine before, so why is it suddenly being targeted? It's all because of you! Think about it—has anything good ever happened to him since he met you?"Every single time something bad happened to him, you were the reason behind it! Even back then! Do you really not know that his grandfather was accused of money laundering because of Hendrix? If not for that, Dylan wouldn't have gotten engaged to
"And yet, Dylan still chose to be with you. So, Ms. Swanson, the only reason you lasted this long with him is because he was willing to put up and make compromises with you. But what have you ever done for him?"With those final words, Leah left.Her last sentence wasn't spoken loudly, but it still felt like a heavy blow to Noelle's chest, reverberating in her mind.It wasn't until some time later that Rosie came out of her room. She looked up at Noelle with concern and confusion. "Mommy?"Hearing her voice, Noelle finally snapped out of her daze and turned to her."Was that Mr. Pritchett's mom just now?" Rosie asked. "Why was she being so mean to you?"Noelle forced a smile. "She wasn't being mean. It's just a mother's instinct. Just like how I would chase away all the bad guys who try to hurt you, she's just trying to protect her own child.""But Mommy, you're not a bad guy." Rosie looked even more confused."Wasn't she?" Noelle asked herself.Over the past two days, she had
Dylan had told Noelle he would call her at 11:00 pm. But it wasn't until midnight that she finally received his call."Is Rosie asleep?" he asked.Noelle walked over to the balcony attached to the living room with her phone before answering, "Yup.""Sorry. I was going to call you around ten something, but something came up, and I've been busy until now.""It's okay. I was still awake anyway," Noelle replied quickly."Okay."Then, silence suddenly fell between them.The quiet stretched on just a little too long—long enough for both of them to sense that something felt off.Dylan was the first to break it. "Did something happen?""No," Noelle answered hastily, then asked, "Are you still really busy lately?""Yeah, more or less. It's mainly dealing with some shareholders pulling out. You know how it is—the company hasn't officially gone bankrupt yet, but if they all pull out at once, it'll have a more direct impact. So I—"Dylan's voice trailed off. Then, he chuckled and said,
"And I believe that even without the company, even if I have to start over from scratch, I can still live a good life. And even if I don't, I won't blame anyone, least of all you," Dylan said.After he finished speaking, Noelle finally felt herself relaxing. "So, that's what you've been doing all day? Worrying and overthinking about this whole thing?""Yeah," Noelle replied, then suddenly thought of something. "And you shouldn't pick a fight with your mother over this. She was just looking out for you.""Don't worry. I won't," Dylan responded without hesitation.But to Noelle, it almost sounded like he was brushing her off. This caused her to frown slightly.As if he could read her mind, Dylan quickly added, "I was upset earlier because I thought you were going to give up on me. But now I see it was just a misunderstanding. So, don't worry. I won't fight with my mother."Only then did Noelle feel reassured. "Okay. Where are you now?""I'm still at the office, but I'm about to
"What brings you here, Ms. Fisher?" Hendrix asked, cutting through the small talk.Jean knew she wasn't in a position to exchange pleasantries with him. Thus, she didn't beat around the bush. "Mr. Freeman, as you know, all of my family's assets have been confiscated, and my parents are no longer in this world."So, it makes no difference whether I'm in or out of prison. I have no one in this city and no place to turn to. I can't even support myself. But I heard you've been dealing with something troublesome lately—so I came to ask. If I can help you solve it, would you be willing to pay me?"Hendrix slowly narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly. "Continue.""I know why you've been putting so much pressure on Dylan. It's all because of Noelle, isn't it? But what you probably don't realize is that Dylan doesn't care as much about power and status as you think."Yet, ironically, that's the only leverage you have over him right now. But honestly, breaking him and Noelle apart doesn't h
But now, Dylan had taken the initiative to hold Jean's hand. Just as Jean looked down at his hand, he had already pulled her into the building.Then, he abruptly let go."What are you doing here?" he asked in a low voice.Jean looked down at her now-empty wrist. After a moment, she raised her head to look at him. "Why can't I be here? I've served my sentence and been released."Dylan pressed his lips together. "You know that's not what I meant.""Then, what did you mean?" Jean feigned confusion. "Shouldn't I come to see you? My parents are gone, and my old friends won't even meet me. In this city, I'm no better than a beggar on the street. Given the circumstances, who else can I turn to if not you?"As Jean spoke, she took a step closer to him. Her movement was small, even cautious. But Dylan reacted as if he'd seen something terrifying. His expression changed instantly, and he took several steps back. It was as if Jean were some kind of deadly virus, and just being near her woul
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