บททั้งหมดของ Dynamic kiss “love has no limit”: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The hum of the city’s evening traffic faded as Liam stepped out of his car, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion but his mind light with a quiet sense of purpose. The meeting with the lawyer had gone better than he’d hoped—they’d gone over the evidence they’d gathered, mapped out the next steps, and for the first time in weeks, Liam had felt like they were actually making progress. He’d called Kayla on his way back to the office, eager to tell her the good news, but she hadn’t answered. He’d figured she was still at the hospital with his mother, or maybe running errands, so he’d left a message telling her to meet him at his office when she could. He’d wanted to see her, to hold her, to remind himself that amidst all the chaos and danger, there was still something good worth fighting for.But as he walked toward the entrance of his office building, a strange feeling of unease settled over him. The lobby was quieter than usual, the lights dimmed as if the night staff had already started

The intercom’s crackle faded, leaving Kang Jin’s face twisted in a mask of rage and disbelief. Before he could bark any orders, the sound of gunfire erupted from outside—sharp, deafening cracks that shattered the quiet of the harbor. Kang Jin’s head snapped toward the door, his eyes wide with fury. “Find him!” he shouted at his men. “Kill him! Don’t let him get anywhere near this boat!”But Liam hadn’t come alone. And he hadn’t come empty-handed.As Kang Jin’s men rushed out of the cabin, gunshots rang out in rapid succession, followed by shouts and the sound of bodies hitting the deck. Liam stood on the dock, a sleek black speedboat tied up beside him, surrounded by a team of elite mercenaries—men he’d hired using funds from the secret company he’d built years ago, a side business he’d kept hidden from his father and everyone else, designed specifically for moments like this. They were armed with high-powered rifles, their movements precise and coordinated, cutting through Kang Jin’s

The sun filtered through the large windows of The Daily Grind, a cozy cafe tucked between a pharmacy and a bookstore just a few blocks from the hospital. The air smelled of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries, and the soft hum of conversation mixed with the clink of mugs created a warm, inviting atmosphere. But for Himy and Taylor, sitting at a small table in the corner, the world outside felt far removed from the quiet relief they’d hoped to find.It was their first day out of the hospital—both of them had been cleared that morning, their doctors saying they were well enough to go home, to resume their lives, to leave the sterile walls and beeping monitors behind. Taylor had suggested the cafe, saying she wanted somewhere quiet to talk, somewhere they could finally be honest with each other about everything that had happened. And now, as they sat there with their mugs of coffee in front of them, the time had come.Himy set her mug down gently, her hands still a little shaky from

The glow of the laptop screen still lingered in their minds, the image of Liam’s name on that corrupt list burned into Kayla’s vision. They’d moved from Mr. Park’s office to Liam’s small, safe apartment— a place they’d thought of as a refuge, a spot where they could hide from the chaos outside. But now, even here, the weight of the truth hung heavy in the air, suffocating and cold.Kayla sat on the edge of the couch, her hands folded tightly in her lap, her eyes fixed on Liam. He was standing by the window, his back to her, staring out at the dark city streets. His shoulders were hunched, his body tense, as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his back. For a long time, neither of them spoke. The silence between them was thick, filled with unspoken words, with fear, with pain.Finally, Kayla broke the silence. Her voice was soft, but it cut through the quiet like a knife. “You said you signed it to save your company. But that’s not all, is it?”Liam didn’t turn around. He jus

The glow of Penelope’s computer screen illuminated her face as she sat at her desk, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She’d managed to slip away from Kayla on the roof, her mind racing with a new, desperate plan. She’d lost the physical folder, but she’d made a digital copy before she’d even left the HR archives— a backup she’d hidden on a USB drive, just in case. And now, she was going to use it. She’d plugged the drive into her computer, and the file was open on her screen, ready to be sent. She’d already typed up the email, addressed to every major news outlet in the city, with a short, damning message: “Bæbë Phi’s rising star Kayla has been living a lie. Read the proof here.” All she had to do was click one button— the “send” button— and it would be done. The email would go out, the truth would be exposed, and Kayla’s life would be destroyed. Penelope’s hand trembled as she reached for the mouse. She thought about what had happened on the roof, about the way Kayla had loo