ログインThe room fell silent once more.Neither man spoke.The only sound came from the ticking of an old grandfather clock standing near the fireplace.Damian remained seated on the leather sofa, the photo album resting on his lap. Beside it sat the heirloom watch, the ruby cufflinks, the silk tie, and the velvet box containing the bracelet Alexander had entrusted to him.They weren't expensive gifts.Not to a man like Damian Cassel.They were something far more valuable.A family's unfinished history.Alexander slowly wheeled himself toward the tall window overlooking the back garden.Summer sunlight poured across the neatly trimmed hedges. The roses Isabella had once planted were still blooming despite the passing years, their crimson petals swaying gently in the warm breeze."I couldn't throw any of them away."His voice was quiet."So I kept everything."Damian lifted his eyes.Alexander never turned around."I thought if I kept them..."He smiled faintly."...I'd remember her voice."A
Cassel Mansion looked exactly as Damian remembered it.Grand.Quiet.Almost frozen in time.The black sedan rolled through the wrought-iron gates before coming to a stop beneath the front portico. Warm summer sunlight spilled across the stone driveway, while the fountain in the center of the courtyard continued its gentle rhythm, undisturbed by the changing seasons.Several housekeepers bowed politely as Damian helped Alexander out of the car."Welcome home, Chairman."Alexander acknowledged them with a slight nod."I'm in my study," he said calmly. "No visitors.""Yes, Chairman."Damian pushed the wheelchair through the spacious entrance hall. Portraits of previous Cassel family heads lined the walls, watching silently as they passed beneath them.Neither man spoke.When they reached the second floor, Alexander unlocked a pair of dark walnut doors at the end of the hallway."I haven't let anyone in here for years."The door creaked open.The room was surprisingly warm.Sunlight filte
Cassel Group Headquarters.The executive boardroom buzzed with restrained whispers.Several directors exchanged puzzled glances."Did you hear? Chairman Cassel is actually coming.""I thought he stopped attending years ago.""Do you think this has something to do with Victor?""Or Aldric Moreau's arrest?""No one knows."The massive double doors suddenly opened.Every conversation stopped.Damian stepped inside first.His gaze swept across the room before settling on the empty chairman's seat.Only seconds later, another set of doors opened.Alexander Cassel entered slowly in his wheelchair, accompanied only by his longtime personal assistant.Age had carved deep lines into his face, and illness had stolen much of the imposing strength he once carried. Yet the moment he crossed the threshold, the room instinctively fell silent.Authority wasn't always loud.Sometimes it arrived quietly, carried by decades of respect.One by one, every director stood.No one had instructed them to.The
The cold wind sweeping across the harbor carried the sharp scent of salt and diesel fuel.Dark clouds hung low over the sea, turning the afternoon sky into a dull sheet of gray. Waves slammed against the concrete pier while cargo containers stood like silent giants beneath the fading daylight.Aldric staggered across the dock, breathing hard.Blood soaked the sleeve of his jacket where a bullet had grazed his arm earlier, but adrenaline kept him moving.Just a little farther.One more boat.One more chance.Behind him, footsteps echoed across the empty pier."Stop!"Ronald's voice rang through the harbor.Several officers spread out, cutting off every possible escape route.Aldric glanced over his shoulder.His expression twisted with desperation before he suddenly changed direction, sprinting toward a narrow loading bridge leading to a speedboat.The engine was already running.One of his men shouted, "Boss! Hurry!"Aldric pushed himself harder.His boots pounded against the wet conc
For a while, neither of them spoke.The room felt noticeably quieter after the twins had left.Only the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the distant sounds of footsteps in the hallway remained.Enola looked toward the window.The afternoon sky had turned a brilliant shade of blue. Warm summer sunlight spilled across the polished floor, inviting rather than harsh.She turned back to Damian."Take me outside."Damian raised an eyebrow."Outside?"She nodded."I've been staring at these same four walls for days."A playful smile tugged at the corner of her lips."I want to remember what fresh air feels like."Damian chuckled softly."The doctor only approved a short walk.""A little while is enough."There was a quiet hopefulness in her voice that he couldn't refuse."Alright."He walked behind her wheelchair and carefully unlocked the brakes."Just don't blame me if Dr. Morgan lectures us afterward."Enola smiled."I'll tell her it was entirely your idea.""Oh?""So now you're
The news of Victor Laurent's arrest spread faster than anyone had expected.Within an hour, every major business network was broadcasting the same headline.Victor Laurent Arrested in Connection with the Moreau Investigation.The financial market reacted almost immediately.Cassel Group's stock price dipped for only a few minutes before gradually climbing again as investors digested the company's official statement.For the first time in weeks...There was no panic.No emergency sell-off.No rumors of bankruptcy.Only cautious optimism.—Cassel Group HeadquartersThe Executive Boardroom buzzed with quiet conversations as directors reviewed the latest reports projected onto the large screen.Victor's name had disappeared from every organizational chart.One by one, his responsibilities were reassigned."The Northern District development project will now report directly to Operations.""The European acquisition has been transferred to the international division.""The logistics restruc
Jazz music sounded soft to the partygoers at the Royal Cassel Hotel’s Sky Lounge tonight. The luxurious bar with an elegant atmosphere at the top of the flagship hotel offered a breathtaking view of the city from above. The clinking of wine glasses could be heard from several guests who were toasti
The summer sun hung high above the city, flooding the skyline with bright golden light.Normally, it would have been the kind of morning people enjoyed.Not today.Not for Damian Cassel.Not for anyone involved in the truth buried beneath twenty years of lies.**At the police headquarters, the atm
Enola was sitting in front of her dressing table, combing her hair that night. Her eyes were fixed on her reflection in the mirror, but her mind was busy thinking about her plan for revenge. She glanced at her cell phone lying on the dressing table, her hand reaching to touch the screen. The scr
The light from the crystal chandelier illuminating the living room with its luxurious and elegant decor reflected off the long, dark brown, wavy hair, giving an elegant but frightening impression. The owner of that hair was staring intently at a group of people discussing the political marriage of







