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The roar of Hans’s sports car engine sliced through the silence of the Derox main residence courtyard. The moment the engine died, Hans stepped out in a hurry. In his right hand, he tightly held a bouquet of fresh red roses—a strange contrast to the cold aura and lingering tension still clinging to his body after leaving the execution room.His long strides headed straight for the second floor, where the guest room was located. However, near the first staircase landing, his steps were halted by the appearance of his mother, Mrs. Wilona.“Hans, wait,” Mrs. Wilona called out, looking at her son with a warning gaze. “Angelina just managed to fall asleep peacefully after last night’s shock. Don’t disturb her yet. Let her rest.”Hans did not stop. He merely glanced at her briefly and forced a faint smile onto his face.“I just want to see her for a moment, Mom. To make sure she’s safe.”Without waiting for another response, Hans brushed past his mother and climbed the stairs one step at a

The roar of Axton’s sports car engine tore through the capital’s streets, which were beginning to fill with evening traffic. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. On the passenger seat lay a crumpled pregnancy report belonging to Angelina and a bottle of prenatal vitamins, carelessly tossed there as if they were endlessly mocking the stupidity he had nurtured for years. His focus shattered completely. The grand plan he had meticulously arranged with Laga Group to destroy Angelina and bring down Hans Derox suddenly evaporated, swept aside by the crushing waves of the past that now demanded his attention far more urgently. Axton’s thoughts spiraled wildly, digging through the old memories of his marriage with Angelina. Every flash of Angelina’s tear-streaked face, begging him to believe her, and the wounded look in her eyes when he accused her of being infertile and pretending—all of it returned now, stabbing into his chest like thousands of

The gentle splashing of the mini fountain in the corner of The Glasshouse did nothing to cool the tense atmosphere surrounding table number twelve. Axton sat with his back perfectly straight, yet his intertwined fingers resting on the table continued to move restlessly. Every time the café’s glass door chimed open, his head instinctively turned toward it. One hour and ten minutes. Axton had almost convinced himself that Angelina would never come. The woman had a thousand reasons to ignore him. Yet just as the last fragments of his hope began to erode, the figure he had been waiting for finally appeared. Angelina walked gracefully in a long cream-colored coat, her narrowed gaze immediately locking onto the medium-sized black suitcase placed beside Axton’s chair. Without offering a greeting, Angelina pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down. “I don’t have much time. Hand over the suitcase, and we’re done here.” Axton froze. He stared at the woman before him—the face that

Mrs. Wilona wasted no time. Before dawn had even broken, she already had her phone pressed to her ear, contacting the manager of the most prestigious five-star hotel in the capital city.“Mommy, please listen to me first,” Angelina interrupted softly, hesitantly touching her future mother-in-law’s arm. “Wouldn’t it be better if we kept the event simple? Just a family dinner, without a huge party. I… I just don’t want to create too much commotion.”Mrs. Wilona lowered her phone for a moment, then looked at Angelina with an affectionate yet amused gaze.“Simple? Oh, absolutely not, My Dear,” Mrs. Wilona replied firmly but gently. “You are the only future daughter-in-law of the Derox family. Hans’s wedding is a moment we have been waiting for our entire lives. Let Mommy handle everything, alright? Your only job is to look beautiful and be happy.”That very night, both the virtual world and reality were thrown into chaos. Without warning, every private television station broadcast breakin

The night grew deeper, yet the atmosphere in every corner of the city only became more terrifying. Blue rotating lights from police patrol cars sliced through the darkness at every major intersection. Iron barricades had been erected, forcing every vehicle to slow down and undergo extremely strict inspections.Inside a narrow, shadowy alley beside the crumbling brick wall of an abandoned old house, Baron Cross tightened his black coat around himself. His breathing was ragged, leaving faint vapor in the cold air. The traces of gunpowder on his palms had not even been properly cleaned yet.“Damn it! Carlos has truly gone insane!” Baron Cross cursed under his breath. His sharp eyes darted toward the main road, where rows of police officers were inspecting drivers one by one. “Locking down the entire city just because a chandelier shattered? He’s completely lost his mind!”Baron Cross knew very well that he had reached a dead end. Using the usual routes tonight would be the same as handin