MasukThree days later, Alder Co.'s stock hit the daily limit down.The old men on the board could no longer sit still. They bombarded Naomi with calls one after another. As for me, I simply turned off my phone and flew to an island for a vacation.By the time I returned—after a full week of sun and sea—I had barely stepped out of the airport when Naomi stopped me.In just one week, she looked like she had aged a decade. Her face was drawn and lifeless, her eyes sunken, her expensive tailored suit wrinkled and hanging loosely on her frame. She reeked faintly of cigarettes and alcohol.As I pushed my suitcase out, Celine reached over to take my bag from me.When Naomi saw that, the dullness in her eyes shattered, turning red almost instantly as she lunged forward. "Don't touch him!"Celine raised a hand and blocked the incoming blow with ease, her expression calm. "Ms. Alder, have some self-respect."Naomi stared at me, her voice hoarse, like she had swallowed sand. "Connor, are you re
Naomi was rushed to the hospital again.The same room. The same bed. Only this time, she was carried in unconscious.The doctor said it was a mild concussion, combined with the relapse of a previous head injury. It could lead to memory confusion. Whether she would wake up, and when, remained uncertain.Tristan had been taken away by the police, suspected of stealing commercial secrets and causing intentional harm. Even though the attempt had failed, the charges were serious enough.I stayed at the hospital through the night.Not to take care of her, but to confirm her condition the moment she woke.…Early the next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains and fell across the hospital bed.Naomi's fingers twitched. Then, slowly, she opened her eyes. She stared at the ceiling for a long time before turning her head, her gaze landing on me where I sat on the sofa.I looked back at her.For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air seemed to freeze between us."You're awake,
After that night, Naomi did not come to the office for several days. I heard she was down with a fever. Whether it was from anger or from standing in the cold wind that night, no one seemed to know.Tristan, on the other hand, showed up every day. But he had clearly learned his lesson. Whenever he saw me, he immediately took a detour, no longer daring to provoke me.That day, as I passed by Naomi's office, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. Just as I reached it, I heard the sound of someone rummaging through things inside.Through the narrow gap, I saw Tristan crouched in front of the safe. He held a miniature camera, snapping photos of a document in a frantic rush. His hands trembled, his face a mix of tension and greed."What are you doing?"A sharp shout came from behind me.Naomi strode over, clearly intending to confront me, only to catch sight of Tristan's furtive actions inside.Startled, Tristan dropped the camera with a clatter. He scrambled to his feet, trying to hi
I had already been on guard, so I sidestepped in time, and the wine missed me completely. But most of it splashed across Celine's white evening gown. A few stray drops even landed on the hem of a nearby socialite's dress.Celine's expression darkened, but she maintained her composure and did not make a scene. However, the same couldn't be said for the other woman."Who brought this barbarian here? So uncivilized! Security, get him out!"Tristan panicked completely. Holding the empty glass, his face drained of color as he looked helplessly at Naomi. "Naomi… I-I didn't mean to… He dodged! Otherwise, it wouldn't have hit anyone else!"The logic was almost impressive in its absurdity.By then, Naomi had already walked over, her expression beyond grim. Yet, instead of comforting Tristan or apologizing to Celine, she fixed her gaze on me, teeth clenched. "Connor, are you happy now? You did that on purpose, didn't you?"I actually laughed. I had never seen someone so shameless."Ms. Al
On the night of the gala, I walked into the venue with Celine Gray on my arm and drew more than a few admiring glances.Celine was an investor I had been working with recently. More importantly, the way she looked at me was filled with appreciation and respect—nothing like Naomi's constant, condescending scrutiny."Mr. Brooks, you look very handsome tonight," Celine murmured near my ear."Thank you. You look beautiful as well, Ms. Gray," I replied politely.Just then, a stir broke out near the entrance. Naomi had arrived.She wore a sharply tailored couture suit, still carrying that same air of untouchable arrogance. But the person beside her—Tristan—was difficult to describe.He had shown up in a bright red casual outfit. Worse, he had styled his hair in an over-the-top, flashy look that clashed horribly with the refined atmosphere of the event.Whispers rippled through the crowd. Some people even let out quiet laughs.Naomi clearly noticed. Her expression darkened, and she
After that meeting, Naomi's attitude toward me became strange.She no longer snapped at me over every little thing. Instead, she often looked at me with a searching gaze, as if trying to see straight through me. In fact, sometimes, when she ran into a problem while handling documents, she would instinctively call out, "Connor, how should I deal with this?"By the time I walked over and gave her a straightforward, professional solution, she would suddenly come back to herself. Then, a flicker of annoyance would cross her face, almost as if she felt ashamed of relying on me without realizing it.As for Tristan, his days at the company were getting worse. He might have held the title of executive assistant, but no one took him seriously. Everyone knew the unspoken rule: if something needed doing, go to Mr. Brooks; if not, stay away from the decorative troublemaker.Tristan clearly felt the shift. He began trying every possible way to prove himself—or perhaps more accurately, to prov







