"I can't wait to finally own this hotel," Ryan exclaimed to Andrew with a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. They stood in the grand lobby, the opulent surroundings only fueling Ryan's desire for ownership. "You still obsessed with this hotel?" Andrew questioned, his skepticism evident in his voice. "It's not an obsession, Andrew," Ryan replied defensively, his tone tinged with frustration. "Then what is it? Love? Passion?" Andrew prodded, genuinely curious about his friend's infatuation. "It's business," Ryan stated firmly, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I don't trust my dad, and he still holds all the power at Haven Cosmetics. He can kick me out anytime I go against him. This hotel, however, is completely independent from his grasp. If - or when - I gain full rights and ownership, I won't have him bossing me around anymore. That old man needs to finally take a step back." "Oh, I see. You want something that's solely yours." "Exactly," Ryan confirmed, a hint of a smile

At The Ryan's Mansion, Evelyn was rummaging through Michael's study, his belongings scattered across the room. Surprised by her behavior, Michael entered and confronted his wife. "What is going on here?" he asked, his voice filled with astonishment. Evelyn glanced up, offering a forced smile. "Oh, welcome back home," she replied, attempting to sound nonchalant. Leaning against a wall, Michael observed her carefully. "What were you searching for?" he inquired. Frustration and anxiety surged through Evelyn, her heart pounding against her chest. "I don't know," she answered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. "You don't know? And look at what you've done to my study. What is wrong with you, Evelyn?" Michael's voice escalated, his patience wearing thin. Her emotions boiling over, Evelyn couldn't contain herself any longer. "Why did you bring that woman into our home? It's clear she isn't the business partner you claimed her to be. What is your relationship with

"An amusement park?" Adrienne asked, her voice filled with surprise as she noticed the massive signboard looming above the gate. A security guard approached the driver's seat, and Daniel confidently presented his ID. After a thorough confirmation of his identity, the guard signaled to his colleagues, and the gate slowly opened, granting them entry. Daniel parked in the designated area, before the two of them stepped out, excitement bubbling within them. "Aren't they closed?" Adrienne questioned, her brow furrowing. "Yes, they are closed," Daniel confirmed, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "So why are we here?" Adrienne asked. "I managed to pull some strings," Daniel revealed, a proud grin spreading across his face as he looked at her. Eagerly, he grabbed her hand, gently tugging her forward. Together, they ventured into the moonlit amusement park, the empty surroundings almost surreal. It was well past closing time, but Daniel's friend, the park's owner, had granted them

"I told you not to call me like that, didn't I? You called me like a hundred times yesterday, what happened?" Andrew questioned Rosa, his voice filled with frustration. "It's not a big deal. It's been resolved now," Rosa said nonchalantly. "I asked what happened! Answer me!" Andrew yelled, growing increasingly agitated on the other end of the call. "Bye, I am hanging up," Rosa declared, abruptly ending the call. "Tch! Jerks everywhere," Rosa muttered in annoyance, tossing her phone onto the bed. "Who? Me?" Michael inquired, breaking the silence as he sat in an armchair in his room. His button-up shirt was partially unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up, and he wore only tight-fitting boxers, revealing the contours of his body. Rosa turned her gaze towards him, her eyes piercing with a mix of disgust, anger, and rage. "Reduce that glare," Michael snapped, irritated by her gaze. He reached for his bottle of wine and poured some of the red wine into a balloon glass before settling back

Michael was leaning on a walking stick for support. A wave of worry washed over Ryan. "Did he see me kissing Juliette?" he mused to himself, his mind racing with questions. "Why are you with a walking stick?" Ryan blurted out, not bothering to greet. "It's not your business, I came to see my wife," Michael replied curtly, his tone laced with bitterness. Juliette, ever polite, offered a respectful greeting and bowed her head. Michael barely acknowledged her presence. "She's still as beautiful as ever, even in this state of unconsciousness," Michael remarked, feigning sentiment. Ryan couldn't help but roll his eyes. His father's facade was as transparent as glass. Narrowing his gaze, Ryan studied his father from head to toe and noticed a peculiar sight – blood staining Michael's sock, like it was trickling down his leg. Exchanging a concerned look with Andrew, Ryan subtly pointed towards his dad's injured leg, silently conveying his discovery. Without delay, Michael announced h