LOGINConnor shook his head. "I'm fine."Nancy picked up her spoon and fork and placed some food on his plate. "Well, if nothing's wrong, then eat up. You've lost weight."Something about the way she fussed over him made Connor feel like a child again. The words slipped out before he could stop them. "Nancy, I'm 23. I'm not a kid anymore."The second it came out, he realized how it sounded. He dropped his voice quickly. "I just... I don't want you to keep seeing me as one."Nancy gave a quiet laugh. "You're right. That's my fault. I'll be more mindful."Connor lowered his head, but the heaviness in his chest wouldn't lift.Upstairs, in the study, Franklin stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows with his back to the room, both hands resting on his dragon-headed cane. He didn't need to say a single word. The authority rolled off him in waves.Christian stood behind him, head bowed, waiting.Several long seconds passed before Franklin finally turned. "You say you want to marry Nancy. What
When the car stopped outside the Lane residence, Nancy hesitated. She sat frozen in her seat, not quite ready to step out.Yvonne stood on the curb and tilted her face up toward her. "Nancy, you're so pretty and nice. Great-grandpa is going to love you. Stop worrying."And even if they don't like you, as long as Daddy and I do, that's all that matters, right? It's not like you're marrying any of them."That finally drew a laugh out of Nancy. She looked down at Yvonne and said, "You're like a little ball of sunshine, you know that? I feel better already."Then she turned to Christian. He was watching her, waiting. When he saw the fear had eased from her face, he held out his hand. "Come on. I won't let anyone make this hard for you."That was all she needed to hear.Without overthinking it, Nancy placed her hand in his. He helped her out of the car, and the three of them walked through the front gates of the Lane residence together, laughing and talking like a real family.Christ
Jericho knew where Quentin's heart was. So, he wasn't going to argue with him about it. "Alright. I'll take care of it."He then left the office. Quentin stretched, rolled his shoulders, and was about to head home for the night.Then he heard Talia's voice through the phone, strangled with fear. "Quentin..."She must have been having a nightmare. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and the moment his name left her lips, she shot upright in bed.Quentin quickly unmuted his phone. "Talia, I'm here. I've been here the whole time. It's okay."His voice reached her, and she slowly turned toward the screen, dazed and disoriented. It took her a long moment before she could manage his name, and even then, it came out uncertain. "Quentin?"He sat back down at his desk. "It's me. You're not dreaming. We're still on the call."Talia nodded numbly. "Right. Not a dream."He gave her time. A long stretch of silence passed before her breathing finally steadied, and only then di
Even through a screen, Quentin was as he always was—easy confidence and shameless charm. He always did this. A line or two, and she had nowhere to hide.Talia's face went hot. She pulled back until she was out of frame, pretending to be annoyed. "Quentin, you... You're shameless."Quentin burst out laughing. "Sweetie, you're adorable. You've known me long enough by now. When have I ever had any shame?"Her face burned even hotter, and she stayed hidden behind the screen. "It's late. Go finish your work so you can get home sooner."Quentin sat back in his chair and looked at the screen, where only half of Talia's body was visible. A gentle smile crossed his face. "Talia, I don't want to keep you up. I'll put my phone on mute, but you can check in on me whenever you want."Still tucked behind the camera, she let out a quiet "Mm."His end of his line went silent. Talia waited until the heat in her cheeks finally faded, then cautiously leaned her face back into frame.On screen, Que
Talia said over the phone, "Peeling an orange for Henry."Quentin responded, "Oh, is that so? I don't think I've ever gotten the orange-peeling treatment from you." The jealousy in his voice wasn't exactly subtle.Talia pressed her lips together and let out a quiet laugh, but she didn't take the bait. Henry was leaning against the headboard, watching every flicker of her smile.The room was quiet enough that he could hear Quentin's voice coming through the phone.When Talia didn't say anything, Quentin let it go. "Alright, go keep him company. Just text me when you're home."Talia gave a soft hum and hung up. She looked up and found Henry watching her.She hesitated for just a second, then held out the peeled orange. "Here, try some."Henry took in the warmth in her expression, and something pricked at his chest that he couldn't quite name. He reached out and accepted the orange, his smile gentle. "Thank you."He ate half of it, then closed his fingers around the rest and looke
The line connected almost immediately. "Mr. Lane."Christian didn't waste time on pleasantries. "The matter I asked you to look into. Where do we stand?""It's as you suspected," Lionel said. "There is a mole inside the company. It's one of Quentin's people."Christian wasn't surprised. He had expected as much. After all, he had his own people embedded inside Quentin's operation too.After a beat of silence, Christian spoke again. "Don't tip them off. Feed them something important instead, something worth passing along. Once we see how Quentin reacts, we move in.""Understood."Christian hung up and lit a cigarette. He sat there in the haze of smoke, his thoughts drifting.If he wanted to bring down the Stewarts, he had to take out Quentin first. Without that, nothing else he did would matter.…It was 7:00 pm at the Stewart residence. The sun had started setting before 5:00 pm, and by now, the darkness outside had the weight of the middle of the night.Talia sat on the livin
It was obvious that Christian didn't want to continue the topic any longer. He simply asked quietly, "What do you want to eat?"Nancy shook her head and said, "I'm fine with anything.""Okay." Christian then told Julian to order some grilled oysters for Nancy, as they were her favorite. However, s
Talia much preferred planning and preparing for Franklin's birthday banquet every year. Firstly, it was because Franklin was very fond of her. Secondly, she already knew all the tastes and food preferences of every Lane family member by heart.After a long while, Talia finally responded. "Understoo
Garrett saw Talia when she finally reached the door."Why is your hair so disheveled?" Garrett asked rather fiercely.Talia felt a little guilty and lowered her gaze on instinct. "The wind was a little strong."Garrett immediately saw through her terrible acting. "Talia, it's not that I'm against
Talia couldn't do anything despite knowing that Julian was behind everything.In Jarrowind, Christian and Quentin held the most power, followed by Julian and William. Christian, Julian, and William had each other's backs—Quentin was the only exception.That meant that if Talia wanted to fight agai







