LOGINLunch hour at Slater Group's cafeteria.Adriana ordered half a portion of vegetable salad and half a portion of pasta. She carried the tray to an empty table and sat down.No sooner had she settled than whispers started at the next table."Look, it's that homewrecker who stole from Joan.""How shameless. How dare she come here and flaunt herself like that?""Mr. Slater doesn't even care. This morning, he wanted Sanctity to replace her, but she's got a thing with the Sanctity boss, so they wouldn't budge.""Just a fake face—what's the big deal?"Adriana gripped her fork so tightly her wrist ached."Why are you eating just this?"Chris sat across from her as Lucas placed his tray of food on the table.Adriana didn't lift her head. "Not hungry," she answered casually."No wonder you've lost weight."Chris smiled lightly, peeled a shrimp, and placed it in her bowl.Adriana frowned at the memory of the earlier whispers but forced a sweet smile. "Thanks, honey. This tastes great
Joan spoke up at just the wrong moment. "Chris, maybe we should ask Sanctity to assign someone else?"Another seasoned Slater Group technician frowned. "Yes, Mr. Slater, this isn't a casual matter. Better be cautious."Adriana crossed her arms against the back of her chair and silently rolled her eyes."How well do you really know me? On what basis do you think I'm incapable?"Chris looked at her, his tone hesitant. "Adriana… this project is very important, so—"Adriana's eyes flicked to Joan, a sharp, mocking glint in her gaze."She can lead Slater Group's side of the project despite not being a tech specialist. How could I be any worse?""Joan is familiar with the business and has excellent leadership skills," Chris explained patiently. "She doesn't handle technical work, unlike you." He motioned for Lucas to contact Sanctity.Brian Ridgewood, one of Sanctity's technicians, couldn't hold back and spoke up. "If Miss Adler isn't up to the task, then only Oliver could step in—bu
"Mr. Slater, the special technical team from Sanctity Group has arrived.""Mm, have Miss Hill go greet them."Chris uncrossed his long legs and rose from the sofa, settling into the wheelchair behind his desk. He smoothed the cuffs of his suit. The pure black custom fabric highlighted the paleness of his fingers and the austere sharpness of his face. His expression was calm and unreadable.Lucas acknowledged him and quietly closed the office door behind him.Joan had long been ready. She was the lead on this collaboration. Carefully adjusting her earrings and reapplying lipstick to ensure a flawless finish, she intended to impress Adriana's colleagues. After all, her lover was the chairman, her ex-fiancé the CEO—here, there was nothing she couldn't have.A seven-seater SUV rolled to a stop, and Slater Group staff quickly moved to open the doors. The leadership had stressed the importance of this project; it was a key part of Slater Group's strategic transformation.Adriana nodded
Adriana hesitated. "I'm not afraid… but does this even matter?"She and Chris were destined to divorce. Was there really any point in fighting for legitimacy? Even if she won, it wouldn't heal the wounds she'd already suffered.Neo's eyes softened with a trace of pity. This girl's spirit wasn't meant to be this way. Samantha had once messaged him, saying that little Adriana was just as fierce as a little tiger. But after she left, no one had protected her—her claws and teeth had been worn down, dulled by hardship."It matters," he said quietly. "It matters to let people know you're not someone to be pushed around."That Miss Hill lives in your house, works right under your husband, and has harmed you repeatedly—what she's done demands a response. You have every right to retaliate. Don't give up on justice just because Chris won't act."Adriana pressed her lips together, silent. She had never thought about these things. Joan had her family backing her, and Chris to shield her. Alon
Francesco watched silently, his blue eyes like a dark sea beneath a restless sky.Adriana's pale little face—fragile in appearance—was cruel at its core."Take care of yourself. Bella will come by later."He didn't wait for a response, simply turned, and left.Adriana closed her eyes, tears slipping silently from the corners.When Bella arrived, she found her exactly like this."Francesco bullied you again?""I hurt him… again," Adriana murmured, lifting an arm to cover her eyes. "Bella, I've completely messed everything up."Bella bent down, soothing her. "It's okay, it's okay. Everything will get better."She didn't understand why Francesco, though married, still haunted her like a ghost, drifting around her life at random. Five years had passed—long enough to move on even if one had lost a partner.Adriana had taken a week off, spending five days in the hospital. On her first day back, she went to headquarters to drop off some documents.Even though the whispers were low,
Francesco’s eyes darkened as he pointed his sword directly at Adriana.“I’ll go easy on Adriana—but I won’t go easy on Mrs. Slater.”Adriana dodged nimbly. “No need. Mr. Slater is more than enough for me.”“Even if he could hurt you?”His gaze flickered as he raised the sword, testing her.She curved her red lips into a faint smile. “Everything he gives me… I accept willingly.”A scoffing laugh escaped Francesco. His eyes, deep and cold as an eternal glacier, radiated a biting chill.Strike after strike, his sword moved fast and merciless.Adriana relied on memory, evading each one.When a blade lunged straight for her chest, she abruptly stopped, even stepping forward to meet it.Francesco’s force was immense. Even with the padded tip, the sword sliced through her sweater and pierced her body.His eyes flew open wide. “Adriana! Have you lost your mind?”“If it’s not enough to satisfy your anger, you can push it further.”Adriana gritted her teeth against the pain, staring
The moment those words left his mouth, the people nearby sucked in sharp breaths and instinctively stepped back, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.Among those in their circle, no matter who interacted with Chris, everyone carefully avoided mentioning his legs.Francesco, on the other hand
Francesco's gaze swept briefly over Adriana's face before he turned to chat with Oliver.Two young women standing nearby stared at Francesco without blinking, their voices buzzing with excitement."Oh my god—who is he? He's drop-dead handsome. He looks like a Hollywood star. Is he mixed-race?""H
Francesco let out a bitter, self-mocking smile. For a man like Chris, Adriana had walked away from him without hesitation.In her eyes, he didn't even compare to Chris."Perhaps," Adriana murmured, then released her hand and paused mid-step on the dance floor, offering no explanation. "Anyway, tha
"Oh—Edward, did you just tap the voice recorder?"Joan snatched the phone away, uneasily glancing at Chris."Chris, I'll delete it right now. Edward was fiddling with my phone while he was eating. Who knew it would record Adriana's words?"Chris said nothing. His expression tightened, his eyes li







