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Victoria sat down again, anxiety consuming her. She needed to end this before anyone else showed up. “Professor Wilson, we can continue.”“Of course,” he nodded, his expression turning serious, his voice lowering to a confidential warning. “Ms. Carson, please don’t be too hard on Mr. Daniels.”The words hung in the air, meaningless. “What are you talking about?” She frowned, confusion clouding her mind. Ellijah could be persistent, but he had never crossed the line. “Professor, could you be more clear? We have a professional relationship.”“I know,” Nolan said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes fixed on hers with alarming intensity. “But in the future, please don't give him any hope. For his sake, Mrs. Carson, don't get too close.”The truth hit him with the force of a dark premonition. Ellijah was falling in love with the wrong woman, and in doing so, he would inevitably o

“Miss, do you know if anyone has ever managed to visit her?” Maison insisted, needing any shred of hope.She let out a mocking laugh.“Of course they've tried. Many have. But from what I've heard, they all came back empty-handed. Honestly, I don't understand why so many come to see an old woman every year.” Just because they call her a ‘national treasure’?Maison ignored the ignorant mockery.“Do you know any of her preferences? Anything she likes?”“How should I know?” she snorted, finding the question ridiculous. But then, a fragment of an old rumor came to mind. "Wait. There is one thing. They say she loves fish.“Okay, thanks,” was the only useful information he could get out of her. Maison turned around, with no time to waste, and went upstairs to report to Jackson what she had discovered.Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Ellijah entered his studio.

His words reassured her, and she leaned back in her seat, letting silence fill the space between them.The car cut through the storm. The hypnotic rhythm of the windshield wipers was the only sound, sweeping the rain back and forth. The atmosphere inside the car became heavy, laden with unspoken words.As they approached the imposing Carson Group Tower, Elijah turned his face, his gaze resting on the quiet woman beside him. Her bangs were damp, a few strands stuck to her temple. She didn't look disheveled as he had imagined; on the contrary, the rain seemed to have added a wild and enchanting glow to her beauty.An involuntary smile formed on his lips as he traced the perfect curve of her face with his eyes.We are the perfect match, he thought, a fervent conviction burning inside him. In appearance. In soul.What can Jackson give her? Money. A gilded cage.But I... I can give her the universe of design. I can give her herself.I am h

Ellijah's gaze was murderous, but his feverish body was no match for her strength. Defeated, he drank. His fists clenched at his sides, impotent rage consuming him. Vanessa had ruined everything.“It's no big deal, Victoria. Don't worry,” said Vanessa, turning to her friend with a reassuring smile.“Okay. Can you... help him up?” Victoria asked, trusting her completely.Vanessa laughed, flexing her biceps.“Look at these muscles. I was in the army, remember?”“Do you need my help?”“Don't worry. I've carried men twice his weight,” said Vanessa, and before Ellijah could protest, she hoisted him over her shoulders with impressive ease.He struggled weakly, a pathetic attempt at resistance against the woman who had just dismantled his master plan.With the strength of a vise, Vanessa immobilized his arms. Ellijah's struggle was pathetic, useless. Gritting his teeth, humiliation mixed wit

The car screeched to a halt.She jumped out before the engine had even died, her heart pounding against her ribs, her eyes scanning the scene for any sign of uniforms, police cars, trouble.Nothing. He was standing there, unharmed. Alone.Ellijah's poisonous threat... was a lie.A tidal wave of relief flooded her, and she ran. Not caring about the stares of strangers, she threw herself against his chest, her arms closing around him like a tourniquet, an anchor in the midst of the storm.“I thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow!” Her voice came out muffled against the fabric of his shirt.“Things didn't go as planned. We came back early,” Ethan's voice was soothing, soft and deep, as his hand found her hair, his fingers intertwining with her strands, holding her tight.“It doesn't matter! As long as you're safe!” she said, her face still buried in his chest. The money, the business... it all turne