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Arriving home was an entirely different ordeal, and for a moment, he wished he had stayed back at the hospital a little longer. The chaos erupting from inside the mansion was loud enough to draw the neighbors’ attention, and the voices he recognized belonged to his wife and stepson.He didn’t need anyone to tell him they were ganging up against Adrian. It had to be because of their sister being in police custody.“You have to make a fair judgment! I would have gone inside with you, but given the situation, I would rather not interfere in family matters.”He smiled faintly.“Thank you for bringing me home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”They shook hands, and the chauffeur pulled the car door open, bowing his head as he bid him goodnight.Standing in front of the mansion, he looked up at the house for a moment before slowly making his way inside. The closer he got, the louder the shouting became, and it only broke his heart further.Harthwore’s words lingered in his mind, reminding him to be f

The door closed behind her as Layla turned on her heels and descended the stairs toward her car parked in the hospital lot. She had recently hired a new chauffeur after what happened to her mother’s former driver. She had taken time off work to visit her mother, who was gradually recovering. A few of the injured victims were still receiving treatment, while the chauffeur remained in critical condition. Reaching the car, she pulled the door open and helped the little boy she had brought with her into the back seat. They had planned to take him back home now that he was feeling much better, but he had refused to leave the house. And since Natasha wasn’t around to stay with him, Layla had been taking him along with her instead of leaving him with the maids. Once he was settled, she moved to the other side and sat in the passenger seat. Leaning back against the seat, she relaxed as the chauffeur drove onto the road. She pulled out her phone and dialed her father’s number. Her mother ha

Adrian laughed softly. He could see the effort the man was putting into hiding his reaction, but none of it was working.“I want her kidnapped,” Adrian said calmly. “Don’t hurt her. Just kidnap her and bring her to me.”The figure fell silent.The very same woman who had been bringing him jobs was now the person Adrian wanted to be abducted.How was he even supposed to pull that off? And more importantly, what was he supposed to tell her?“Do you do exceptions?” Adrian asked casually.The next thing he heard was laughter.It was meant to throw Adrian unbalanced, to confuse him, but he knew better than to fall for it.“I don’t do exceptions,” the figure replied. “I do exactly what my clients want—but it’ll cost you.”“Cost me?” Adrian let out a faint laugh. “Name your price.”The figure scribbled an amount onto a sheet of paper and slid it across the table.It took Adrian a moment before he finally picked it up and glanced at the number written on it.He slowly looked up from the paper

This was the news they had been anxiously waiting for. Sharing your problems with one of the greatest and richest tycoons in the country could solve half your troubles. But for them, this wasn’t just half the problem solved—it felt like every burden on their shoulders had suddenly disappeared.Nolan watched as the men discussed among themselves, smiling and exchanging suggestions. He had only ever heard of them through the news; who would have thought he would one day have the privilege of meeting them in person?“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Salvatore said confidently. “It’s something his father could handle, and I’m sure he learned from the best.”Nolan hadn’t expected to see Salvatore there, but he was grateful for his presence. The man had been speaking on his behalf the entire time, listing reasons why Nolan was perfect for the project.This was the opportunity Nolan needed to prove himself even further—something he had been trying to do with the help of Adrian’s father and Hart

Natasha was finally getting discharged from the hospital today. After numerous tests and medications, Ryan had confirmed that she was well enough to return home.While the nurses helped Natasha get ready, the others went to check on the chauffeur’s condition.It had already been several days, yet he still hadn’t regained consciousness.Ryan had advised that they fly him out of the country—not because the hospital was incapable of treating him, but because of their mother, who kept insisting on visiting him despite her fragile condition.Honestly, it was the best decision for everyone involved, but Harthwore remained hesitant to agree. It wasn’t about the cost; money was never the issue.“She’ll get worried,” he said quietly.That was the only reason he resisted his son’s suggestion.“I’ll contact Joshua,” Ryan continued. “He’ll arrange everything before we prepare him for the flight.”“Ryan, this isn’t the best decision right now. Let’s think it through again,” Harthwore replied.“Har