Lately, Dyno Corporation had been making waves in Coppersville. Not only did they secure several major projects, but one of their international collaborations even won an award on the global stage. Their success was so overwhelming that even Amity Group seemed to be overshadowed.Hendrix knew that the Swift family was behind all of this. Otherwise, with the limited funds Dylan had inherited from Jean, there was no way he could have pulled all of this off. But it didn't matter—Hendrix never saw the Swift family as a real obstacle anyway.In truth, he could take matters into his own hands if he wanted to. But just as Erwin had pointed out, there were too many restrictions in the country. To achieve his goal, it would take months, if not a year.But Hendrix couldn't wait any longer. A month was already the limit of his patience. If there was still no news of Noelle, he would truly go mad.The car soon arrived at Sienna Villa. When Hendrix entered, Rosie was in the backyard. She stood
Noelle had also mentioned that Rosie had been looking forward to this day for a long time, so she hoped Hendrix could set aside an entire day to spend with her.Hendrix had agreed at the time. But now, did any of it still matter?Finally, he asked Rosie, "What do you want for your birthday?" Rosie turned to look at him. After studying him for a moment, she turned back to the window and replied, "I don't want anything."Hendrix didn't know how to respond. In truth, he knew better than anyone what Rosie wanted most. But the confidence he had once felt was now replaced by uncertainty.He was well aware that leaving Rosie at Sienna Villa was a better choice. After all, he was busy with work, and he wasn't sure how to communicate with a child. Yet, he still wanted to bring her back to Roselle Court—to their home.Because Hendrix didn't want to return to a place where he would be all alone. The vast, silent space and all the familiar objects inside would serve as painful reminders tha
This was the first time Hendrix had ever put Rosie to sleep. He didn't know what to do, so he tried to imitate Noelle by reading her a storybook. But having never fallen asleep to bedtime stories as a child or read one aloud himself, his tone was inevitably stiff and awkward.Fortunately, Rosie was already exhausted from crying. So, it didn't take long before she drifted into a deep sleep.Hendrix sat beside her for a while longer, watching her as she slept. Everyone said Rosie looked like him. But now, he saw more of Noelle in her. Her eyes, the shape of her face, even the way she got angry—it was almost identical to Noelle.Hendrix looked away, closing his eyes to compose himself before finally getting up and leaving. When he returned to his bedroom, it was unsurprisingly pitch dark.He turned on the light and slowly sat down on the couch in the walk-in closet. The closet had been expanded from the master bedroom. Originally, it was divided into two sides—one for his clothes and
"Mr. Pritchett, are you saying—""What exactly do you know?" Dylan interrupted Caleb impatiently.How much Caleb knew would determine how Dylan would deal with him. Right now, he had neither the mood nor the time to beat around the bush.Caleb didn't keep him guessing, either. He said slowly, "Actually, it's nothing serious. I just happened to see you dropping that woman off on Xeno Street."As soon as Caleb finished speaking, Dylan's expression froze. At the same time, he slowly balled his hands—which were resting on the table—into fists.What Caleb said was true.Anyone who had ever been to Novaterra knew exactly what kind of place Xeno Street was. If the bustling city represented prosperity, then that area was its neglected, decaying underbelly. It was a gathering place for the homeless, drifters, and even fugitives.For a young woman like Jean to end up there was like a lamb thrown into a pack of wolves. She wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.Dylan, of course, knew
"The fish has taken the bait." When Erwin's messages came through, Hendrix was at Rosie's kindergarten.Today was the kindergarten's open day. In the past, it was always Noelle who attended events like this. Now, as the only man among a sea of mothers, Hendrix immediately attracted countless curious glances. But he acted as though he didn't notice at all, sitting there with a blank expression on his face.At the end of the open day, the children lined up in front of their parents to sing songs and perform finger dances. Rosie sat in front of Hendrix, her face just as serious and focused as ever.Hendrix suspected that she simply didn't want to perform for him. But fortunately, the performance went smoothly. When it ended, the other children reached out to hug their parents. After a moment of hesitation, Rosie gently took Hendrix's hand.Hendrix glanced at her movement, then slowly opened his palm, enveloping her little hand in his.After the event, Hendrix took Rosie home.Erwin
Dylan's chest heaved violently as he waited for those numbers to rebound. After all, that was how it had been for the past few days. But this time, they did no such thing.Soon, the trading session ended, and the stock market closed. Dylan clenched his teeth, then immediately stood up and called Caleb.He hadn't originally planned to enter the market. At first, it was just to humor Caleb. But he quickly realized that Caleb wasn't just boasting.Later, he learned that Caleb was actually a partner in a certain fund over there. Compared to the steady, long-term projects in the country, the thrill of watching those numbers fluctuate was completely different.The feeling of effortlessly climbing to the top of the pyramid was simply too addictive.Caleb soon handed him a second proposal—one share, one billion dollars. For ordinary people, this amount might not be achievable even over several generations. But for Dylan at this moment, it was nothing.More importantly, Dylan knew tha
Hendrix went to pick up Rosie as promised.As soon as they met, Beatrice noticed his pale complexion and frowned. "What have you been doing? You look terrible.""I was just really busy the past couple of days," Hendrix replied while crouching down in front of Rosie. "Ready to go home with me?"Rosie nodded. She appeared reserved on the surface, but as soon as she turned around, she immediately grabbed her little backpack.Hendrix watched her and smiled faintly. Just then, his phone rang. When he saw the name on the screen, his expression stiffened slightly.Rosie didn't know what that expression meant. It seemed like anticipation, but also unease. Before she could get a closer look, Hendrix turned to her."Wait here. I need to take this call."With that he turned and walked slowly to the yard. The caller was clearly patient. When Hendrix didn't answer the first call, they immediately dialed again. This time, Hendrix picked up."Hendrix, this is all your doing, isn't it?" Dylan
Beatrice stood nearby, her voice filled with surprise when she heard what Hendrix said. "You have news about Noelle? Where is she?""Creston. I'm going to bring her back now," Hendrix replied."Who told you this? Why would she be in Creston? And why hasn't she contacted you all this time? Is this information reliable?" Beatrice remained calm, firing off several questions in a row.But Hendrix didn't have time to explain. "I'm heading to Creston now. Just take good care of Rosie.""Wait. What if it's a scam? Hendrix!" Beatrice tried to stop him, but he didn't even break his stride.By the time she ran outside, he was already in the car.A scam? There was indeed a possibility that Dylan was lying to him just to buy time. There could be people waiting for Hendrix in Creston, ready to kill him as soon as he arrived. But so what?It had been so long since Noelle vanished without a trace. No one knew how Hendrix had made it through this time. For the first time, Hendrix understood wha
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
As Dylan spoke, his teeth clenched tighter. It was unclear whether he was trying to convince Noelle or himself.Noelle remained silent, quietly watching him.After staring at her for a while, Dylan suddenly laughed. "So, do you know why we were celebrating tonight?"Noelle shook her head."Because we stole Fuer Fund's opportunity! It's all thanks to the plan you sent me before. Now, no matter what Fuer Fund does next, we'll know about it. "George is really happy, too. He used to doubt my abilities, worried that I'd drag down his fund, but you should've seen how he treated me tonight."Not just him, but the whole industry now recognizes me. I've finally established myself here!"Dylan's voice grew more excited as he spoke.Noelle, however, remained calm.The only sign of change was when she heard that he succeeded because of the plan she had given him—her brow slightly lifted. But it was just for a moment.She quickly regained her calm and nodded.Her reaction made Dylan fro
George didn't care about being cautious. He was too excited. He had clashed with Fuer Fund a few times before, but when faced with absolute power, he had barely gotten any scraps from the table.Now, to be able to seize such a large slice of the pie from Fuer Fund and force them to back off, how could George not be thrilled?Thus, the drinks kept coming, one after another.Even if Dylan hadn't planned on getting drunk, it was hard to refuse the goodwill of so many people. In the end, he was thoroughly drunk.When he returned to the apartment, his steps were unsteady. Seeing the light still on inside, he paused for a moment. Then, he suddenly remembered he didn't live alone anymore. Noelle also lived with him now.Though Dylan was well aware, and his rational mind reminded him repeatedly that he had essentially kept her here as a hostage. If Hendrix made any further moves, he would have no choice but to kill her.But when he saw the light she had left on for him, Dylan couldn't he