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Everyone began cheerfully trading compliments, the atmosphere instantly snapping back to the easy camaraderie they’d shared before the holidays. Abel, however, stood there looking a little deflated and quietly pulled back the champagne glass in his hand.“What are you doing?” Heloise glanced at him.Abel shrank behind Gavin, leaning against the buffet table. “Hey… you’re all big shots now. Me? I’m just the guy who forges documents. How am I worthy of drinking with you?”“What nonsense are you talking about?” Gavin threw an arm around his shoulders and dragged him forward. “We’re brothers—how can you say something like that? Don’t you hear how awful it sounds?”“You might be unreliable sometimes,” Agatha added coolly, “but in the Peak Summit Conference, there’s no such thing as ‘worthy’ or ‘unworthy.’”Abel forced a weak smile.“For the past two months, I haven’t been managing you directly,” Heloise said solemnly, “but everything each of you accomplished—Abel was the one running around

Heloise?The moment she heard that name, Tricia halted in her tracks.Though she always called her Spicy, Spicy out loud, Tricia knew perfectly well that Spicy ThankGod’s real name was Heloise, and that she had deeply entangled ties with the Brady family.She had never spoken of it—not because she didn’t know, but because she was afraid of being exposed. Afraid that someone would discover she had known everything all along, including the fact that Grace had been encouraged by her to run someone down.Hearing those two syllables so suddenly, Tricia snapped to attention and quietly stood aside to listen.Bena, standing nearby, glanced at Tricia in confusion. Seeing that she wasn’t moving, she could only remain where she was as well.Inside the restroom, two jewel-laden, well-dressed middle-aged women stood side by side washing their hands. One of them dried her hands, thought for a moment, and finally recalled the person in question. With clear disdain, she said,“Oh, you mean that Helo

The girl’s face was pale, her frame so thin that bones were almost visible. Her eyes were closed, and only the faint rise and fall of her chest—and the crumbs clinging to her lips—showed that she was still alive.She wore a dress stained with filth, the hem rolled up to her knees, revealing legs that looked slightly withered. They seemed almost lifeless, merely placed there without any sign of vitality.The girl, unmistakably, was Coral—the once-famous internet singing sensation renowned for her angelic voice.Tricia looked at her with disgust and kicked her a couple of times.Coral stirred slowly, blinking groggily as she tried to wake. The moment she saw someone approaching, terror gripped her, and she screamed, eyes wide with panic, disbelief, and sheer insecurity. She tried to scoot backward, but there was nowhere left to go.“You’re stubborn, surviving until now,” Tricia said, pressing a handkerchief to her nose as she looked at her like she was trash.“What do you want? When wil

Reginald truly wanted to sink his teeth into her carotid artery at that moment, but in the end, he held himself back. Swinging his long legs off the bed, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bathroom to clean her up.Mindful of how sleepy she was, he didn’t turn on any lights along the way, carefully avoiding obstacles in the dark.Heloise tilted her head against the crook of his arm, too exhausted to wake again.Reginald wet his hand and gently wiped across her face. The movement was so light, yet the girl in his arms stirred faintly, her lips brushing against his palm—half kiss, half tease—making his throat tighten instantly.That heartless little menace.She’d pissed him off the entire day, and now he was still the one taking care of her.Reginald glared at the girl in his arms, but his hand couldn’t help brushing back and forth in front of her lips several more times, waiting for another absentminded kiss from her.He lowered his head, his face passing close by h

His voice sounded as if it had been scraped over with sandpaper.Hearing that familiar phrase, the blood in Heloise’s body seemed to flow backward. She clenched her bag tightly, barely able to control her emotions.“Steven, I thought you were already dead.”She kept her voice low.Steven Gorde, twenty-seven years old, was a descendant of people born in the slums. At just ten years old, he had been fitted with an electronic lock ring, which affected his growth. Because of that, even at his age, his wrists were still as thin as a child’s, severely deformed.He had never left BlueWolf Mountain. By nature, he was optimistic and liked to smile.When Heloise first arrived at BlueWolf Mountain, she thought every day about returning to her country, and would stand by the sea every day trying to figure out how to get back.Once, Steven saw her and thought she was going to kill herself. He rushed over to save her, but ended up falling into the sea himself. A wave swept him away, and he even cram