After taking her medication, Noelle spent the entire afternoon drifting in and out of sleep. So, it wasn't until evening that she saw the messages on her phone.Some people asked if the woman in the photo with Ruth was her, while others asked when she had returned to Coppersville and if she'd like to meet up for dinner sometime.In truth, many in her social circle probably already knew Noelle had returned to Coppersville. After all, many of them had been present at Seline's funeral. It was just that the Swifts had kicked Noelle out then.At the time, Noelle had even heard people calling her a jinx behind her back. But now? Their attitudes had done a complete 180. Not that it was surprising. After all, it was human nature to look out for one's own interests.Besides, Noelle barely remembered most of their names, so whatever they had to say—however they saw her—made no difference to her.If it were the Noelle of the past, even if she loathed it, she would have forced herself to exch
"Don't worry. I'm fine," Noelle said.Rosie stood there, locking eyes with Noelle for a moment before saying, "But what if you get infected again?"Noelle couldn't help but chuckle at her. "It's fine. I'm wearing a mask."Rosie still seemed conflicted but eventually let out a soft "oh".Noelle immediately took a step back. "It's getting late. You should go to sleep. Will you be okay alone tonight?""Uh-huh." Rosie nodded without hesitation. "I'm all grown up now.""Mm-hmm. Go ahead, then."Rosie looked at Noelle, her eyes filled with a hint of reluctance. But in the end, she didn't say anything else and simply turned to leave.Noelle watched her retreating figure, the smile on her lips gradually fading. Only after Rosie returned to her room did Noelle turn around and climb back into bed.Perhaps because she had slept too much during the day, Noelle found herself wide awake. She lay in bed, staring out the window for a while before turning over and closing her eyes.Just as sh
"Alright. Go ahead. I'll leave once you're asleep," Hendrix said, but Noelle didn't believe a word of it.Still, she was too tired to argue with him at that point. So, she simply pulled the blanket over herself and turned her back to him.She hadn't felt sleepy earlier. But after the commotion with Hendrix, exhaustion gradually crept in, and her thoughts began to scatter.Noelle was right not to believe Hendrix's words. He had said he would leave once she fell asleep, yet when she woke up the next morning, she found him lying right beside her. Not only that, but his arm was tightly around her, too.Furious, Noelle was about to push him off when Hendrix suddenly turned his head and coughed twice. Then, he opened his eyes and looked at her. "I think I caught your cold."Noelle froze for a moment.Hendrix grabbed her hand and placed it on his forehead. "Here. Feel it. Do I have a fever?"Noelle took his temperature with a thermometer, and it was perfectly normal.But Hendrix stubb
Hendrix's smile slowly faded. Then, he got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water.Noelle assumed it was for himself. But when he turned around, he held the glass out to her instead. "I was joking. Not funny, huh?"She still didn't say anything, but she took the glass from him. That alone was enough of a response for Hendrix. His lips curled slightly."Get some rest." Noelle took a single sip before setting the glass aside. "I'm going out for a walk."But before she could step outside, Hendrix grabbed her hand. "Where are you going?""The yard. To get some sun.""I'll go with you.""Weren't you feeling awful just a moment ago? You should rest more if you're really sick."As she spoke, she swept her gaze over him with obvious skepticism. It was clear she didn't believe a word about him being sick.Hendrix, however, remained completely unfazed under her scrutiny. "I could use some sun, too. Besides, didn't the doctor say my immune system is strong? So, my cold isn't that
Hendrix had few memories of his childhood. Looking back now, it was mostly filled with endless lessons and tasks. He had to learn so many things. He had to achieve the best grades in school, learn to play musical instruments and master golf, horseback riding, and multiple languages.From a young age, everyone envied his status. The last name "Freeman" seemed to carry an innate sense of honor. But along with that honor came an overwhelming weight of expectations.If Hendrix were to choose now, he wasn't sure which life would be better. After all, while he had missed out on the carefree happiness of a normal childhood, what he had gained was indeed substantial.But one thing was certain—he would never impose the same burdens on Rosie. So, when Beatrice recently suggested enrolling Rosie in various lessons, he turned her down without hesitation.Beatrice had argued that as his daughter, Rosie was bound to be a prominent figure in Coopersville. Thus, if she didn't learn anything, it wo
So, whenever someone brought it up, Ruth would simply smile and say that Noelle didn't enjoy such social gatherings—that she had already asked her many times, but Noelle always refused to come out.And today, she stuck to the same excuse."It's alright. It'd be nice if she could at least make an appearance. After all, the auction is coming up soon, and I'd love to know what Mrs. Freeman thinks about it.""Exactly! I'd like to know what she's interested in so I can give up early. There's no way I could compete with her anyway."Ruth chuckled along. "She probably won't go. I asked her before, and she said she doesn't have anything she particularly likes in the auction."That was what Ruth said, but she was quickly proven wrong. Because on the day of the auction, Hendrix brought Noelle along with him.It was Coppersville's first major auction of the year, and with a stunning set of jewelry up for bid, everyone who mattered had turned up.Noelle hadn't actually wanted to come. But t
Ruth's tone was affectionate, as if she and Noelle were truly close friends. Without waiting for a response from the person in front of her, she walked straight over to Noelle.Hendrix was in the middle of a conversation. Noelle remained standing beside him, seemingly smiling and nodding along, though her mind was clearly elsewhere. She didn't even react at first when Ruth greeted her.Ruth, however, quickly linked arms with her in a familiar manner. "I thought you weren't coming. Didn't you say you don't like these kinds of events?"Noelle frowned and promptly pulled her arm away.Before she could say anything, Ruth turned her attention to Hendrix. "Oh, Mr. Freeman, you're here, too. It's been a while."Anyone else would have exchanged a few polite words in a setting like this, even with mere acquaintances. But Hendrix was unwilling to do so, or rather, he was unwilling to make small talk with Ruth.After all, seeing Ruth would only remind Noelle of the past. One could call it g
Then, Ruth realized that from her seat, she could still see Noelle and Hendrix.As one of the most prominent figures in Coppersville, Hendrix was naturally seated in the front row. But it seemed he wasn't interested in what was being showcased on stage at the moment.When Ruth looked over, she noticed Hendrix turning to gaze at Noelle. After a pause, he reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. It was a simple, ordinary gesture. But then, he suddenly pulled the strand back out. And then, he started repeating the action.If Ruth hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined that Hendrix was capable of such behavior. Shocked by the sight, she was about to point it out to the person next to her when Noelle swatted Hendrix's hand away.Then, Noelle turned and glared at him. Hendrix, however, didn't seem upset. Instead, he smiled and whispered something into her ear.Naturally, Ruth wasn't able to hear what they were saying from such a dista
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