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Adrian made his way to the elevator heading for the exit of the building. “Hey, you.” A voice called from behind. Adrian knew who it was but didn’t stop; he just kept walking out. “Are you deaf? You bas*ard, stop there now,” he barked again, running to block his path. It was Benedict, Lyra’s younger brother, and the man walking right next to Benedict was John Walter, the heir of the Walter family. Adrian knew the guy; he’d always wanted him out of Lyra’s life just so he could have his way, but Lyra was blind to see all the tricks he played, pretending he was helping her just to get her attention. The Walter family business was far bigger than the Lanes Group, while the Walters were more prominent and influential in the city. The Lanes Group was still coming up and in a state of unstable financial condition at the moment. “Hey, Adrian, I heard you’re finally leaving Lyra, or is it Lyra that’s leaving you? Huh?” John mockingly grinned as he patted Adrian’s shoulder. “Don’t

⸻ Vivienne quickly washed her anger away and smiled. A spark of interest lit her face as she stepped forward to call him. “Doctor, please excuse me,” she said calmly, her tone suddenly respectful. Lina, her assistant, was shocked. Vivienne rarely addressed anyone in their circle with that kind of respectful tone—let alone some ordinary doctor who looked poor. She gave a small shrug. Adrian paused and turned. His face looked like he had no time to waste, but his deep eyes rested on her as if he saw her for the first time. She looked stunning—her figure was the perfect blend of elegance and confidence. Adrian swallowed hard, feeling the tug of attraction at the sight of her graceful posture and glowing skin. “Dr…?” she said, prompting him again. Adrian didn’t catch what she meant at first. “Doctor, what’s your name?” she repeated, a soft smile playing at her lips. Her dimples showed as her bright eyes sparkled, making every man wish he could see her smile just once. “Just call

Adrian headed to the dressing room after he's finished work for the day, ready to change into his casual clothes and head home. He had asked Mr. Steve to prepare an apartment for him earlier since he used to live with his wife before they divorced and now needed a place to sleep.He picked up his phone and dialed. “Hello. Is the apartment ready?” Adrian asked with a straight voice. “Young Master, the apartment is ready. Shall I come pick you up?” Steve said politely and respectfully. “Okay, I’ll be waiting,” Adrian said as he hung up the call.He walked outside the building, waiting for Steve to come and pick him up for the new apartment.“Hey, you.” A voice came from behind. It was David, Dr. Franklin son, his expression disdainful as he approached Adrian. “You bastard,” David barked, pointing at Adrian.Adrian remained unfazed, his face unreadable.“You’re nothing but a useless man, leeching off rich women,” David continued, raising his voice intentionally to draw the attention o

Adrian’s heart felt an unexpected warmth as he wondered why Vivienne stood up for him. It was as though she had a knack for recognizing hidden treasures, he thought, smiling faintly to himself.“What’s that, Dr. Foster?” Vivienne asked, noticing his smile.“Why did you lie that we’re together?” he asked calmly.Vivienne looked at him in a brief silence. “Well, I said I wanted to thank you for saving my sister. So, it’s nothing to me, anyway,” she replied, watching his gaze closely.Adrian gave a small nod, his face unreadable.“Dr. Foster, remember I said I wanted to introduce you to some of the elites in this city?” she said, just as a man in an expensive suit approached.Many people gathered to greet the man.“Do you know him?” Vivienne asked, glancing at the man.“I’m not sure,” Adrian replied casually.Vivienne smiled. “That’s Junior—Mr. Jason’s son. His family runs the orphanage,” she explained with a grin.Just then, Junior, who was still greeting other elite families, spotted t

“Dr. Foster, do you happen to have any connection with Damian—the city’s elite figure?” she asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.He had mentioned that John wouldn’t win the property, and he was right. Could it be that he was close to Damian and knew he’d participate in the auction today? she wondered.Though Damian wasn’t physically present, the mere mention of his name sent chills through the room. No one had expected him to take part. And whenever he set his eyes on something, no one else could have it. With his family’s power and influence, he always claimed whatever he desired.“I don’t know who Damian is,” Adrian replied calmly, staring straight ahead while others in the hall chanted Damian’s name and whispered among themselves.Vivienne couldn’t understand how he had predicted it so perfectly. She had thought John would win in the end—but now, watching John’s defeated expression, she felt a strange sense of relief. If she didn’t win, at least he wasn’t winning either. That,