The Don’s Dangerous Addiction のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

The morning after the storm, Sunset City was washed clean. A pale, watery light filtered through the dispersing clouds, catching the last droplets of rain still clinging to the leaves.The underground garage was still dim, the concrete floor slick with residual moisture. The air smelled of damp stone and exhaust.Evan had just opened his car door when two black sedans emerged from the intersecting passages ahead, one in front and one behind, boxing him in with surgical precision.The front vehicle's door opened. Drake stepped out, his expression unreadable, and pulled open the rear door.From the shadows within, Dominic leaned back against the seat. The black band across his eyes was impossible to ignore, even in the dim light of the garage. It wrapped around his head like a wound that refused to heal. Yet even sightless, the oppressive weight of his presence had not diminished by a single degree. His stillness was absolute—the stillness of a predator waiting.Evan rested his hand on

The Sunset City Opera House blazed with light. A biotechnology research charity gala, backed by top-tier capital, was underway.Avery had changed into a sleek black evening gown, her arm linked with Evan's as they entered the venue. The dress was cut with clean, sharp lines, elegant without being ostentatious.She had never wanted to socialize after leaving Obsidian City. She had only wanted a quiet, low-profile life, to fade into the background and disappear from the world that had tried to consume her.But tonight, the renowned scholar Professor Andrew—whose reputation spanned the entire Federation—was attending as a special guest. She had no choice but to be here.Avery kept a composed smile on her face, her eyes scanning the room with practiced subtlety. Her gaze swept across the glittering chandeliers, the clusters of wealthy patrons, the waiters gliding through the crowd with silver trays.Her professional instincts were razor-sharp. Several "businessmen" in custom suits, exudin

At noon, Avery adjusted the blinds in her consultation room to a precise, subtle angle—enough to let in light, but not enough to make the space feel exposed. The slanted rays fell across the desk in neat, geometric lines, casting the rest of the room in a soft, muted shadow that made the space feel both intimate and contained.Professor Andrew arrived on time. But the moment he sank into the sofa, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and the rigid tension in his shoulders betrayed the anxiety the renowned scholar couldn't hide. His hands were clasped tightly in his lap, the knuckles pale, and his eyes darted around the room as if searching for an exit he knew wasn't there.Avery didn't rush to speak. She moved with deliberate slowness, measuring every gesture. She brewed a cup of calming herbal tea and set it before him, the ceramic warm against her fingertips. Then she turned the room's diffuser down two notches, letting the subtle fragrance settle into something softer, less intr

A long stretch of static crackled through the receiver, stretching on so long that the call was about to disconnect itself—when finally, someone picked up. Avery's fingers tightened around the phone, her knuckles pale against the dark casing."Hello…"A hoarse, aged voice came through, heavy with the rasping sound of a bellows-like struggle for breath. Each exhale seemed to cost him more effort than the last, as if the simple act of speaking was draining what little strength he had left."Professor,"Avery leaned against her desk, cutting straight to the point. "I found her. Your ex-wife. My birth mother."A dead silence fell on the other end of the line. Then came a fit of coughing so violent it sounded like his lungs were tearing apart."You… how is that possible!" Wenger's voice shot up sharply. "Avery, have you lost your mind? Where did you hear such nonsense? Aren't you—""How did I find out this secret? Don't rush, Professor. I know far more than you think."Avery cut him off, h

The quiet morning at the clinic was shattered by a sudden, urgent ring. The sound cut through the soft hum of the ventilation system, pulling Avery from her notes.The screen showed a call with no number displayed. She stared at it for a beat, her pen pausing mid-stroke. Unknown calls in her line of work were rarely social.She answered. The voice on the other end was clipped and professional, but carried an unmistakable note of barely concealed excitement."Dr. Morris, I'm so glad you picked up. Please forgive the intrusion. We are a top-tier executive search firm based in Diamond City, reaching out on behalf of the Winster Medical Development Foundation. They would like to invite you to lead a confidential neurological consultation for a high-ranking family member. The compensation is exceptional, and they have promised full resource support. May I ask for your preliminary thoughts?"Avery held the phone, a glint of dark calculation flashing behind her