Novels by Lynn Lin

The black Mercedes S-Class pulled into the underground parking garage of the Wells Group headquarters.Ryan cut the engine. He sat in the driver's seat in silence for a few moments.Two distinct problems occupied his mind.Over in the East District, Theodore's men had already scattered like a net.Yelena couldn't get far. Taking a sick mother, with no money and no car, she was limited to a bus or hitchhiking. Finding her was only a matter of time.The real battle was waiting in the eighty-story skyscraper right above his head.The investment summit officially opened tomorrow.Elise's Nexora. The hidden capital pulling Justin's strings. All the clues would converge at the summit.Ryan pushed open his door, adjusted the collar of his bespoke suit, and strode toward the elevator.The elevator chimed at the ground-floor lobby.The moment the doors parted, Ryan stepped out. His gaze swept through the three-story-high glass wall at the front of the lobby, and suddenly locked onto something

He extended his long, well-defined fingers, pinched the note, and slowly unfolded it.Two lines written in black ballpoint pen. The handwriting trembled slightly."Ryan, thank you.""I wish you happiness and joy for the rest of your life."Just a handful of words.It was a one-sided farewell letter.Ryan's brow instantly furrowed into a tight knot.This was not a sweet love note left by a woman after a night of intimacy.An intense sense of urgency flooded his veins.He stood up abruptly, snatching his shirt and suit pants from the chair. He dressed in record time.Ryan strode out of Room 302, heading straight for Room 301 across the hall.He raised his fist and pounded heavily against the rusted security door.BANG! BANG! BANG!"Yelena! Open the door!"Ryan's deep voice echoed down the empty, damp hallway.No sound came from inside. Only dead silence.Ryan looked down, his gaze sweeping the threshold.Wedged in the gap at the bottom of the door was a thick manila envelope.He crouche

The bedroom door hinge let out a faint scrape.The door swung open.The hallway lights remained off. Only the cold moonlight spilled across the old wooden floor.Yelena walked in barefoot, bathed in the moonlight.She was wrapped in nothing but a white towel that barely reached her mid-thigh.Her wet blonde hair clung to her smooth shoulders, water droplets dripping from the ends.She didn't speak. Her eyes held a stubborn resolve as she walked straight to the edge of Ryan's bed.Under Ryan's stunned gaze, Yelena raised her hands to the knot of the towel.With a slight tug, the white towel dropped, pooling at her ankles.The moonlight illuminated her entirely.Nothing was hidden.Pale skin. A slender waist. Youthful, pristine curves.Under the silvery-white halo, she presented a picture of defenseless, absolute purity.Ryan's breath caught in his throat.A fierce heat rushed straight to his head, burning away all the moisture in his throat."Yelena, what are you doing?"Ryan's voice w

The phone screen went dark.The door to Room 302 was closed tight. The adrenaline of surviving a brush with death completely faded.Only an incredibly awkward silence remained in the cramped room.Yelena sat on the old wooden chair.She stared blankly at Ryan's focused profile as he looked down to pack away the ointment. Her heartbeat lost its rhythm entirely."I... I'll make us something to eat."Yelena stood up abruptly. Her voice carried a trace of unconcealable panic."To thank you for saving me today."Ryan didn't refuse. He nodded.Yelena immediately turned around. She fetched some simple ingredients from Room 301 and got busy in Ryan's tiny, rudimentary kitchen.Half an hour later.Two plates of simple spaghetti were set on the peeling desk.The incandescent light in the room cast a dim, yellow glow.The air was thick with a mixture of scents: cheap tomato sauce, the cooling mint of the burn ointment, and the faint, clean fragrance of soap lingering on Yelena's skin.The three

Dead silence on the line.Nolan Vaughn didn't dare answer the question.He didn't even dare speak Ryan's name aloud.After a brief pause, Nolan's hoarse roar erupted from the speaker again."Theodore! What the fuck are you waiting for?!""Execute family law! Break both his legs immediately! Throw him out of the East District!"The moment Nolan finished roaring, the line went dead.The air in the restaurant froze completely.Theodore stood frozen. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down his chin to the floor.He spun around abruptly, strode up to a nearby lackey, and snatched a solid steel pipe from his hands.Without a single word.Theodore walked up to Rhys, who was still kneeling on the ground. Gripping the steel pipe with both hands, he raised it high.Rhys's eyes widened in sheer terror, stripping him of his ability to make a sound.SMASH!The solid steel pipe came down with crushing force, smashing ruthlessly into Rhys's right knee.The sickening crack of shattering bone

Theodore's face, which had just been burning with righteous fury, suddenly froze. The color drained from it at a visible rate.He knew better than anyone what the name Nolan Vaughn meant in the East District.If Theodore was a fierce tiger on the streets, then Nolan was a dragon coiled above the clouds, looking down on the jungle below.He was the true master of this chaotic territory. The undisputed ruler."Mr. Ryan..." Theodore's voice trembled for the first time. He turned abruptly, his tone urgent. "You have to leave! ""That man Nolan... there is no need for you to clash with him directly! Leave the fallout to me!"Theodore was truly panicking. The veins in his neck bulged.In his eyes, Mr. Ryan was the hero who had saved his life. A man worthy of his respect.However, Ryan's reaction caught him completely off guard.Ryan didn't leave.He didn't show a single hint of panic.He released his protective hold on Yelena. With complete nonchalance, he walked back to his original window