LOGINBeverly hurried from the rear building to the one in the front. On the way, she dialed the emergency line that could be reached at any time.The moment she stepped out of the elevator on the top floor, she collided with a pair of cold, somber eyes—Wayne's.Beverly was wearing a white shirt and jeans that day, and at this very moment, the handgun was tucked into the back pocket of her jeans. She reached back for the gun, staring at Wayne as he slowly approached her."Mrs. Bronson, I heard my wife asked you to come. Why haven't I seen her?""She suddenly felt unwell, so she asked me to visit by myself," Beverly answered, steadying herself even as beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead.Wayne carried an air of polished poise as he walked up to Beverly, staring at her. "I'm really sorry about what happened to your husband. I hope he'll get better soon."Beverly hummed in acknowledgment and stepped back into the elevator. "I'll head back for today. I'll visit Kyle some other day."
At that moment, Isaac suddenly exclaimed, "Sir! I've cracked it! Goodness! You're saying the owner of the diary is Cipher's mother? This is horrifying!"Evan immediately strode over, grabbed Isaac's laptop, and went through the photos on screen one by one. Then, he abruptly looked up and headed outside."Not a word of this leaves this room," he ordered.Dressed in a dark gray suit, he walked with hurried, unsteady steps. Gone was his usual calm composure, and danger flickered in his dark eyes. He strode out of his office, got into his Rolls-Royce, and sped out of the company.The memory of the time Beverly had wanted to kill Zero surfaced in his mind.…By the time Beverly arrived at the research lab on Mount Mistveil, there was no longer any sign of Isla in the car.A doctor in a white coat greeted her at the entrance. "You're here to see Mr. Kyle Dawson, aren't you? Mrs. Dawson has already briefed me on the situation."Beverly nodded. When her gaze lowered, it fell on the whi
Nearby, William, who was tailing Beverly, spoke into his Bluetooth earpiece."James, aren't you being too lenient with her? Now that she's armed with a gun, she's practically a ticking time bomb. What if she kills a couple of people on a whim?"James sat at his desk, going through files and listening to his subordinates' reports, his expression cold and detached.The statute of limitations for the crimes Wayne and Isla had committed all those years ago had already passed. Was there any way for Beverly to vent her anger? No, there was none, especially since Elaine, the actual victim, was already gone.This matter would weigh on Beverly's heart for the rest of her life. She'd never had the chance to protect her mother."Keep an eye on her," James said coolly before hanging up.He got to his feet and braced his hands on the edge of the desk, his tall, imposing figure casting a long, dark shadow. His voice was low as he said, "Don't take your eyes off her. Move in ten hours.""Roger
Beverly buried her face in the pillow as tears silently soaked into it.She wanted to kill Wayne. Her hand slid under the pillow, touching James' gun. He'd once let Timothy play with it, saying the gun didn't have a serial number and usually held no bullets. He would only load it during emergencies.Now that Wayne was threatening his safety, it would surely be loaded.Suddenly, Beverly found James' arms wrapped around her again. He pressed kisses against the nape of her neck, his warm breath turning heated as his lips traveled to her earlobe."Next time. The soundproofing here isn't great."James wanted to coax her to sleep, but she'd come prepared. There was no way she would fall asleep so easily. She closed her eyes, feigning sleep.Resting his large hand on the back of her neck, James gently pressed a pressure point, and Beverly passed out instantly.He tucked her in properly, left the hospital room, and instructed William to retrieve the diary.Half an hour later, James sat
Beverly wrapped her arms around James' neck, her soft lips pressing firmly against his. "I'm just worried about you."She pressed soft kisses to his lips. His lips were cool and soft, and unlike earlier when he'd lost control, there was no warmth. His hands on her waist stayed there, unmoving.Beverly couldn't see them, but James' dark eyes were like whirlpools—deep and unreadable. She grabbed his hand and guided it down from the small of her back to her bottom.Her voice was soft, sweet, and seductive. "Mm… I want you…"James lifted her up with one hand while the other cupped her face, his shadowed gaze fixed on her."Honey…"She was hiding something from him. Something serious."Can you show me the diary?"Beverly stiffened. "You're not allowed to peek at my mother's private thoughts. But… she mentioned you.""What did she say?""She said…" Her voice was hesitant, guilty even. "She said… it would be better if it were the Bronsons."James pulled her into his arms, leaning o
Beverly sensed a chill radiating from James. He drew her firmly into his embrace, his strong arms locking around her.Her hands, braced on his chest, were overcome by his force. They fell weakly to his shoulder and became squeezed between their bodies, causing a dull ache to shoot through her.She winced in discomfort, a muffled whimper escaping her lips. "Honey, it hurts. Honey…"Knowing James was angry, she didn't push him away. Instead, she kept pleading through gasps.Heat swirled in the air, thick and intimate, making her skin flush. After releasing her, James gently drew her hands down and pulled her into his arms again. Her face came to rest on his shoulder. His scorching breath was hot in her ear as he kissed and nipped at her neck nonstop.Tears spilled from the corners of Beverly's eyes. Her body trembled with suppressed sobs, as she didn't dare cry aloud. Her voice, thick with tears, struck straight at James' heart."I'm crying because I've missed you so much."He







