The Don’s Dangerous Addiction のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

The encrypted message she had sent out disappeared into the void like a stone dropped into deep water. No reply came from Wenger. The screen remained stubbornly blank, the cursor blinking at her with infuriating patience.Avery leaned back in her chair, staring at the dormant terminal screen. A cold, humorless smile tugged at her lips. Of course. If Wenger were the type to bite at the first sign of leverage, he wouldn't have survived seven years. He was watching. Waiting. Testing her hand. The silence was a message in itself—a reminder that she wasn't the only one playing this game.Since he wanted a game of patience, she would play along. She had learned that lesson well in Obsidian City. The people who won were the ones who could wait.Just as she saw off her last patient of the morning, her phone buzzed against the wooden surface of her desk. The name that lit up the screen finally released the tension that had been knotted in her brow all morning.It was Sophia. Her thumb hovered f

Morning came to Sunset City. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin mist, casting a pale, reluctant glow across the cobblestones. A light breeze carried the scent of damp earth and early-blooming flowers, a gentle reminder that life was still moving forward, even as Avery's world churned beneath the surface.Ding-dong.The crisp ring of the doorbell broke the quiet of the early morning. Avery had just finished dressing Dorothea, helping her into a soft yellow dress that matched the warmth of the morning sun, when she hurried to answer it.At the door stood a server from the high-end private café downstairs—the one that was notoriously hard to book, with lines stretching around the block every morning, its reputation for exclusivity known throughout the city. He was pushing an elegant insulated food cart, its polished surface gleaming under the hallway light. He gave Avery a respectful bow. "Dr. Morris, your exclusive breakfast delivery

The heavy curtains blocked out the faint light of pre-dawn. Under the desk lamp in the study, several printed pages of financial transaction records and yellowed experimental logs were spread haphazardly across the surface. The papers were worn at the edges, some of them creased from being folded and unfolded multiple times. A half-empty cup of cold coffee sat to one side, its surface filmed over.Sophia's eyes were ringed with fine red veins from lack of sleep. Her gaze was fixed on the intersection point of two logistics documents. She had been staring at them for nearly an hour, cross-referencing dates and account numbers, her fingers tracing the lines of text. Suddenly, she straightened, slapping the two papers down in front of Avery with a sharp crack."Avery, look at this." Sophia's voice was hoarse, but her eyes burned with discovery. She jabbed her finger at a specific line on the left page, then dragged it across to the corresponding entry on the right. "This

Morning arrived in Sunset City. The air still carried the damp, earthy smell of the rain that had fallen through the night, mingled with the faint scent of wet asphalt and decaying leaves. Puddles dotted the streets, reflecting the pale grey sky above like scattered mirrors. A thin layer of mist clung to the ground, blurring the edges of buildings and trees.Avery descended the stairs with heavy steps, each one feeling like she was wading through water. The exhaustion from the past days had settled deep in her bones. The moment she pushed open the front door, her gaze swept across the street opposite with practiced precision. A nondescript grey sedan sat parked at the curb, its engine off, its windows dark. But the driver's window was cracked open just enough for a thin wisp of cigarette smoke to curl out, rising slowly into the damp morning air. Behind the glass, a faint silhouette—someone watching. She couldn't see the face, but she felt the weight of their attention

Inside the carriage, the cold gun barrels remained pressed against the military police captain's temple. The entire space had fallen into a suffocating, breathless silence. No one moved. No one dared to speak. The only sound was the steady drumming of rain against the roof of the train, a relentless beat that seemed to mock the frozen standoff.Avery stared at the black gloved hand extended toward her, a flicker of self-mockery passing through her eyes. Dominic never changed. His entrances were always the same: unrestrained brutality and absolute power. He didn't care about the rules of the Obsidian City General Hospital. He only cared about whether others played by his rules. He had torn through the night, shattered the train's defenses, and placed his men between her and her pursuers without a second thought.She didn't take his hand. Instead, she brushed aside the broken glass fragments in front of her, swung herself out through the window with practiced agility, an