《His Dangerous Truth》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Adrian Blackwell does not read articles about himself before breakfast because he has people whose job is to do that before anything reaches him.His assistant sends summaries, his public relations team highlights possible problems, and his legal department marks anything that may become expensive. Adrian believes in distance because distance keeps him calm, and calm has always been one of the most useful parts of his reputation.This morning, the article reached him before his coffee did.His phone vibrates on the marble kitchen counter several times in a row, cutting through the quiet penthouse with a sharpness that makes the silence around it feel staged. Adrian stands by the window, already dressed for the day in a charcoal suit and silver cuff links, while the city stretches beneath him in bright morning light. In the reflection of the glass, he looks exactly as he should look: controlled, prepared, and unaffected by anything as ordinary as public opinion.Then Celeste’s name appe

Julian Hart does not expect Adrian Blackwell to answer personally.Men like Adrian rarely do anything personally when a wall of assistants, lawyers, advisers, and public relations specialists can do it for them. They speak through statements, smile through photographs, apologize without apologizing, and let other people hold the uncomfortable parts of their lives at a safe distance.That is why Julian reads the short reply twice when it appears on his screen.“Four is acceptable.”The words are simple, formal, and almost rude in their restraint. They should not amuse him as much as they do, but Julian feels a slow smile reach his mouth before he can stop it.Adrian Blackwell has written back himself.That means the article has done more than trend. It has touched him.Around Julian, the newsroom moves with its usual morning chaos. Phones ring, editors argue over headlines, someone near the far windows complains about cold coffee, and three interns hurry past with the exhausted urgency

At three forty-five, Adrian stands alone in his office and looks at the city through the glass wall behind his desk.The view is familiar enough that he should not notice it anymore, but today the city looks too bright and too exposed. Sunlight catches the edges of the buildings opposite Blackwell Group, turning windows into mirrors and mirrors into watching eyes. Somewhere beneath him, people move through the afternoon with phones in their hands and opinions already formed about a man most of them will never meet.He checks the time.Julian Hart will arrive in ten minutes.Adrian does not like that he knows the exact number. He likes even less that his body seems aware of it before his mind chooses to be. There is a tension under his skin that has nothing to do with the board, his father, or the article still spreading through the city. It is sharper than professional irritation and less clean than anger.He adjusts his cuff link, although it is already straight.On his desk, the com

Celeste Carrington waits outside Adrian’s office with a public smile already in place.Julian leaves first, notebook in one hand and recorder in the other. He gives Celeste a polite nod, as if nothing unusual had happened behind the closed door. His expression is calm, almost pleasant, but Adrian notices the faint curve at the corner of his mouth before Julian turns away.“No,” Julian says, looking back at Adrian. “I do not think we are.”Then he walks down the hallway, leaving the words behind him.Adrian remains in the doorway for a moment longer than necessary. He tells himself it is because the interview ended badly, because Julian has pushed too far, and because the next conversation will require sharper control. He does not let himself consider any other explanation.Celeste steps into his office.“Was that as unpleasant as expected?” she asks.Adrian closes the door behind her. “More.”“Good,” she says, removing one glove with careful precision. “If he were pleasant, I would be

Julian’s warning remains between them while the foundation dinner continues around them.“Be careful what you show me.”Adrian hears the words clearly despite the music, the low conversations, and the soft clinking of glasses moving through the ballroom. Julian says it as if it is only professional advice, but his eyes remain too steady for Adrian to accept it that way.Adrian keeps his voice low. “You are here to write about the foundation.”“I am here because my editor assigned me to cover the foundation,” Julian says. “You are the one who walked across the room to speak to me.”“You made yourself difficult to ignore.”“That sounds like an accusation.”“It is an observation.”Julian’s mouth curves, but the smile is small enough to be private. “Careful, Mr. Blackwell. Observation seems to be contagious.”Adrian dislikes how easily Julian returns his own words to him. He dislikes it even more because Julian does it without raising his voice, without looking eager, and without giving a