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She was awake, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Stefan stood by the door, unsure of what to say or do."Are you going to come in?" Dorothy sighed.Stefan shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry," he apologized quietly, stepping in and moving closer to her.There was more silence before Stefan finally spoke. "Do you know?" he asked calmly.No response. Stefan chuckled bitterly."Why didn’t you say anything for so long?" he asked again.Dorothy swallowed hard, turning her face to the wall."You were having a good time with Edward and his sister, and I didn’t want to spoil anything for either of you," she replied."Biggest bullsht," Stefan disagreed. "No matter what, love—I would always choose you. No matter fcking what, love. F*ck!" he clenched his fists, turning away."Really?" Dorothy said coldly, shooting him a painful look. "Does 'I would always choose you' mean letting your ex-girlfriend slap and trash-talk me for something I didn’t do?" she asked angrily."Love..." Stefan sighed."I can

At Everest Stock Exchange, while Tristan was in the boardroom, the door suddenly swung open and an angry Stefan barged in. Without giving anyone time to react to his presence, he stormed straight toward Tristan, yanked him from his chair, and punched him hard across the face.Before Tristan could recover from the blow, Stefan grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall."Listen to me, you bastard," Stefan hissed in a low, threatening voice. "You can pull whatever the hell you want with me, but you’ll stay away from my wife.""What the hell are you talking about, you asshole?" Tristan growled, his lower lip already bleeding."You know damn well what you did, Tristan. And believe me when I say, you’ll want me quiet about this," Stefan snapped, seething with rage.The door burst open again as security rushed in, grabbing Stefan and pulling him off Tristan. Stefan shoved their hands off his body and pointed furiously at Tristan."You want war, you bloody fuck? I’ll give you

Dorothy was up a little late. She forced herself to wash her face before carefully making her way downstairs. Beatrice, who was in the kitchen, immediately left what she was doing to help Dorothy sit."Harrison said you shouldn’t stress yourself if you want to recover quickly," Beatrice said gently."Mom, it’s okay. It’s been days since the accident. I’m fine already. I can’t keep lying down morning and night. I’m pregnant. If I don’t get some movement, I’ll put on too much weight," Dorothy replied as she took her seat."Where’s Maxwell?" she asked, noticing his absence. "Is he still mad at me?""He’s such a brat. I already scolded him for talking to you like that. He went to school," Beatrice answered, and Dorothy nodded."But don’t mind him, okay? You know how kids are," Beatrice added gently, still trying to stylishly apologize.Dorothy smiled. "It’s okay. I’m not mad at him."Just then, Tiffany walked in with a tray of food. She helped set the table and bowed politely before stepp

Dynamic CorporationA soft, familiar knock sounded on Stefan's door. Griffin stepped in, holding some files."These are all you need, Mr. Stefan," he said while placing the files on the table."This one is for Miss Bianca, and this one is for Mr. Tristan."Stefan flipped through Tristan's records, a slight smirk curling his lips."I knew that bastard wasn't capable of doing anything on his own," he mumbled.Tristan was never supposed to be his business in the first place, but since the man decided to mess with him, Stefan had no choice but to do what served him right. And as for Bianca, she was getting exactly what she asked for."Thank you, Griffin. Do one more thing for me, please," Stefan said, setting the letters down and giving Griffin a serious look."It is my pleasure to do anything for you, Mr. Stefan," Griffin replied, matching the seriousness.Stefan turned his laptop toward him. A simple-looking restaurant was displayed on the screen."I want to rent this place tonight. It'

Arthur sat comfortably on his sofa, one leg crossed over the other, sipping tea from a dainty porcelain cup.“To what do I owe the special visit of my son today?” he asked, staring at Stefan seated opposite him.“I didn’t come for a father-son chat,” Stefan said dryly.“Then why are you here?” Arthur asked.“To question your usefulness in this family,” Stefan replied, and Arthur’s smile slowly faded.“What do you mean by that?”“Everything, Arthur,” Stefan said bluntly.“You’ll speak to me with respect. I’m still your father,” Arthur warned, trying to mask the offense in his voice.“Then don’t see me as your son today,” Stefan shrugged. “See me as the CEO of Dynamics Corporation—man to man.”He pulled a sleek envelope from his suit pocket and handed it to Arthur.“I don’t want to talk much. Just take a look—this is how your son has been running the company.”Arthur opened the envelope and flipped through the photos. His eyes widened.“That son of a bitch,” he muttered.“He’s dragging