Noelle's response was something Ruth hadn't anticipated. It was completely different from what she had imagined. Thus, for a moment, she was at a loss for how to respond.Without saying anything else to Ruth, Noelle simply turned and walked away. Hendrix immediately followed her without sparing Ruth a single glance.But Ruth knew that everything she had painstakingly built over time had completely collapsed. Not that it mattered anymore. Her life was already in shambles, so how much worse could it possibly get?However, she refused to suffer alone. Even if she had to die, she would take someone down with her. Why should Noelle get to live a happy life? Ruth could accept anyone finding happiness—anyone, except Noelle.…Noelle didn't return to the auction hall. Instead, she walked straight to the end of the corridor and took the elevator to leave.Hendrix quickly caught up to her. He stood beside her, his gaze fixed on her. Their reflections were clearly visible in the elevator's
Noelle glanced down at Hendrix's hand and simply said, "Let go."Hendrix didn't respond, but his grip on her remained firm."You're hurting me," Noelle added.Only then did Hendrix loosen his hold slightly, but he still didn't let go.Noelle suddenly laughed. Before Hendrix could understand the meaning behind her laughter, she raised his hand to his mouth. Then, she bit down on his forearm.Even though she used considerable force, Hendrix didn't make a sound—not even a grunt. If anything, he even inched his arm closer to her, as if he was afraid she hadn't gotten a good enough grip. But the next moment, Noelle released her grip.After a pause, Hendrix rolled up his sleeve to expose more of his forearm before offering it to her again. "Keep biting until you feel better."Noelle chuckled coldly. "Do you really think just biting you will make me feel better?"Hendrix fell silent."When did you find out about what Sandra did?" Noelle asked."After our first divorce," Hendrix repl
Hendrix's tone and expression gave Noelle a sudden feeling. It was as if, at this moment, even if she asked him to kill someone, he wouldn't hesitate to do it.Of course, that was just a passing thought."I hate Ruth," she said, lowering her eyes.Hendrix immediately caught on. "Alright. Then—""But I don't want you to handle it," Noelle added.This left Hendrix puzzled."I want to deal with her myself," Noelle told him.Hendrix became momentarily stunned."Is that not okay?" she asked.It wasn't until then that he answered, "No, it's not that. So… you're not angry anymore?"Honestly speaking, Hendrix couldn't care less if Ruth lived or died. Right now, all he cared about was Noelle's feelings.It seemed like Noelle had forgotten about what happened in the past. So when he brought it up again, she couldn't help but frown slightly.That was when Hendrix realized his mistake. He was about to brush past the topic when Noelle spoke up instead, "As I've already told Ruth—I've
"Mrs. Massey!"Ruth could hardly believe it when someone called out to her eagerly. As the woman approached, she even instinctively took a step back.But the woman had already linked arms with her. Then, she said with a bright smile, "You're finally here! Everyone's been waiting for you!""Waiting for me? Why?" Ruth asked in a strained voice.To be honest, the scene felt oddly familiar.Back in her school days, she had seen this play out countless times—someone smiling, all "friendly", as they lured their target to a specific spot. Then, the real fun would begin. It was just that, back then, Ruth was usually the one waiting while others delivered the target to her.Now that the roles were reversed, all she felt was a deep, gnawing unease. In fact, she had sensed something was off when she received the invitation call earlier.After all, her lies about being close friends with Noelle had already been exposed at the auction. In the past few days, she had even been kicked out of gr
Noelle wasn't as aloof as they had imagined. In fact, no matter what they said, she would respond to each remark. When someone invited her to an art exhibition or concert, she agreed with a warm smile.Ironically, the only one who seemed uneasy and silent throughout the whole exchange was Ruth. By the end, she couldn't take it anymore. Making an excuse, she headed straight for the restroom.Standing in front of the sink, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, then at the content of the box she held. After confirming that all of this was real, she finally broke into a slow smile.She still had no idea why Noelle had chosen to cover for her lie. But it didn't really matter, as she had gotten what she wanted.Not long ago, despite having a close friendship with Adela, Ruth still failed to strike a business deal between their husbands. It was likely because Adela still had doubts about Ruth's relationship with Noelle.But now, things were different. Whatever Noelle's reason, as
Noelle had called for a driver to pick her up. But when she got into the car, she realized the person behind the wheel was none other than Hendrix.By then, she was already in the back seat, and since no one else had noticed Hendrix, Noelle didn't bother to change to the front passenger seat. Instead, she simply closed the door.Hendrix didn't say anything, either. But after driving for a while, he pulled over to the side of the road. "Come here.""Aren't we almost home?" Noelle grumbled but still got out of the car. She had intended to move to the front passenger seat, but then she suddenly froze.Hendrix looked at her strangely. He was about to ask what was wrong when he noticed Noelle's gaze was fixed straight ahead. Immediately sensing something was off, he snapped his head around without hesitation.Dylan was standing right in front of them. He hadn't expected to run into Noelle, so for a moment, surprise flickered across his face. Then, he started walking toward them.Seein
"You really think I'd do it with him?" Noelle called him out on exactly what was on his mind.Hendrix's expression changed slightly. The car, which had been moving steadily forward, suddenly swerved sharply before screeching to an abrupt stop.The abrupt motion jolted Noelle, causing her head to slam against the windshield with a loud thud. The pain was so intense that her vision blurred.Once she recovered, her first instinct was to pound Hendrix's arm. "Why did you do that? That hurt!"Hendrix didn't respond, letting her hit him as much as she wanted.He even leaned over to carefully inspect Noelle's forehead to make sure there were no injuries before saying, "That's what happens when you start speaking nonsense.""What are you talking about?""You know damn well what you just said. What were you implying that you'd do with Dylan?"Noelle laughed in exasperation. "When did I say I wanted to do anything with him? What are you even on about?"As she spoke, she pushed his hand
As Hendrix himself had pointed out, it was inevitable that they would run into Dylan now that he was living in Coppersville—especially since they moved in the same social circles. But even with this understanding, the moment he saw Dylan, his expression immediately darkened."Hello, Mr. Freeman."Hendrix had always been the center of attention. Even at a gathering like this, a crowd naturally formed around him. He had been in the middle of a conversation with the person next to him when Dylan suddenly cut in and brought it to an abrupt halt.At the same time, everyone turned to look at him.Hendrix merely spared him a fleeting glance before looking away. He didn't so much as acknowledge Dylan's greeting.However, Dylan didn't seem to mind. He kept his easy smile and said, "I saw Mrs. Freeman the other day on the street. I wonder how she's been doing?"At the mention of "Mrs. Freeman", a few people suddenly remembered that when Ophelia passed away, Dylan had brought a woman to her
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