“Except this is a trap,” she said. And in that instant, John’s expression switched instantly.“What? Vivienne, what do you mean this is a trap?” he asked curiously.“No, think about it… Dr. Foster, this doesn’t seem right, does it?” she asked, looking at Adrian as if seeking to be enlightened.But Adrian remained calm and didn’t say anything.“If Mr. Antony really means for someone or a business to be destroyed, he’d be sure to ruin all of their hopes of rising again.” She muttered, her voice turning sharper as her eyes began to redden.“It must be Mr. Antony’s trick. He wants us to believe we’re rising again, then he’ll crush us into the mud once more and make us fear ever trying to rise again.” She muttered.And just then, a beep entered on the screen.Now it was a new investor, investing a million dollars in their business.“No, no, this doesn’t make any sense,” she said.She felt as though no o
Adrian, realizing that the Xanders are now after the Smiths family, knew it could only mean one thing—the Smiths family were nothing in comparison to the Xanders group.The Xanders had a group whereby each of the family members headed some branch in different parts of the world, meaning the Xanders was a big corporation. And if Jacob somehow convinced them to see the Smiths family as a threat in one way or the other, it was over for the Smiths—because they were like ants under a truck’s weight if the Xanders’ wrath was forced on them. Adrian thought for a moment.No, I can’t let them suffer such wrath. Thinking that Jacob was even more angry because Clara had broken off their relationship—and that he himself was involved—he was sure that on the day Clara broke things off, Jacob suspected she had feelings for him. Although Adrian dismissed such thoughts then and defended himself that he had no feelings for her, he was certain Jacob wouldn’t care about such word
Adrian had no choice but to receive the embrace as Vivienne hugged him tightly without warning. It was as if she had found a place where she could reduce the heavy burden in her chest, as though it helped her breathe better. She held on tight, as if any attempt from him to let go might make her sink. “Dr. Foster, I’m tired of everything,” she said as tears dropped from her eyes, soaking Adrian’s shoulder and wetting his shirt. It was as if a connection to her emotions began to surge through him as the tears touched his shoulder. Still, Vivienne wasn’t ready to let go of the warmth in his embrace, as it made her dizziness feel lighter. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve all this. Mr. Antony now punishes me because I’ve refused to accept his offer of marrying his son, and I can’t sacrifice my whole life just to please a man’s request. But he’s just too powerful, and he destroyed the legacy my dad suffered to b
Back in an opulent modern room, chandeliers’ bright rays outshone the shadows in every corner. Jacob Xander stood at the open window, taking in the view of the outside world. The immersed chill from the air conditioner, supplemented by the room’s warmth, made it feel like fresh air to sniff and breathe without trouble. His gaze was tightly locked on the view, as if trying to hold on to a raging flame. His expression was as dark as a horse about to leap, using its last reserves of strength. He clenched his fist when he learned that the eight million dollars he’d paid Recko to eliminate Adrian almost seemed like a waste — Recko clearly hadn’t carried out the job; instead, he had been seen with Adrian and had done nothing. “Could Recko be this useless of a man? I thought they said he had dignity and always took his job seriously… I don’t see any portrait of that at all,” he muttered, gritting his teeth as if to bite
The atmosphere felt warm and peaceful again; with Seralyth around she always lit up the room and that same energy followed her. It was dinner, and the three sat at the table together.The chandelier overhead shone across the room, chasing every bit of darkness away. The air brimmed with anticipation among them. Since they were from the same place, they felt free to talk about home and other things.“So, don’t worry about a thing — I’ll be here to guide you,” Steve said.“Umm, what if her parents say they don’t like this old-looking man?” Seralyth teased.For a moment Steve paused, as if he might take offense.“Sorry, I didn’t mean that you’re that old,” she added with a smile.“Ah—don’t worry about it. She likes me that way, and I don’t think her parents will have a problem. Right, Master?” he asked, glancing at Adrian.He was sure Mr. Smith would forever be indebted to Adrian for curing his daughter. That was Steve’s chance, and he was also sure Clara cared for him.Adrian didn’t usu
Adrian was aware the sect would still come for him—only a matter of time. If they couldn’t find him easily, they’d likely destroy the city, assuming someone was hiding him from their wrath.After Seralyth learned the latest about the street sigil game, she spoke.“Master, I’m not trying to sound… but you know the sect are wicked in their own way. They won’t let such a mistake slide if they discover you’re capable of that ability in this world. They’d either punish you and force you to become one of them, or they’d try to end you.” Her tone was cautious; her wariness clear.“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this myself,” Adrian said. He wasn’t ready to risk anyone’s safety.“You’re right, because the sect’s members are cruel. They’ll start hunting everyone, hoping you show up when you see innocents punished because of you. So it’d be best we deal with this together now before Master returns home,” Steve said in his deep voice.Seralyth had always held a grudge against Steve. He was th