Chapter: 222Sarah stood in the editing suite, arms crossed as the team finalized the cuts for her “redemption documentary.” The screens showed her smiling in charity clips, posing in designer dresses, helping children at carefully staged events. Soft music played in the background. “This is it,” Sarah whispered, her eyes fixed on her glowing image on the screen. “This will fix everything.” Kara, standing nearby with a coffee cup, forced a smile. “The pre-orders are looking strong, Ms. Chen.” Sarah smirked, adjusting her watch. “They’ll see I’m not done.” The premiere was set for a luxury downtown cinema, red carpet rolled out, lights flashing as influencers and minor celebrities arrived, tagging: “At the #ChenDocPremiere.” “The Queen is back.” “#ChenRedemption.” Inside, staff handed out champagne, and screens looped Sarah’s smiling face with the tagline: “Sarah Chen: Risi
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Chapter: 221 Sarah stared at her reflection in the dressing room mirror, pressing a powder puff against her cheeks to hide how pale she looked. Her hair was curled, falling softly over her shoulders, her lipstick a soft pink to appear “approachable.” Today, she wasn’t playing the ice queen. She was here to be the inspiring comeback story. “Ms. Chen,” Kara said softly, checking her notes, “the influencer panel is ready. You’re the final speaker.” Sarah nodded, forcing a small smile. “They will see who I am.” The panel was set up in a trendy downtown warehouse converted into an event space, with neon signs and white leather couches on stage. Rows of influencers and young entrepreneurs filled the audience, phones ready, livestreams open, ring lights blinking. Above the stage, a large screen displayed: “Building Back: A Conversation with Sarah Chen.” Soft music played, and laughter fil
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Chapter: 220 Sarah stood in front of the full-length mirror, pulling her hair back into a sleek ponytail. She wore a black power suit with a thin gold chain around her neck, trying to look like the Sarah Chen the world once feared. Her hands shook slightly as she fixed her collar. “This is it,” she whispered to herself, her breath fogging the mirror. Behind her, Kara stood holding a clipboard, her eyes tired. “Ms. Chen, the live auction starts in thirty minutes. The camera crew is ready.” Sarah turned, forcing a confident smile. “Good. Today, we get Chen Industries back.” The event hall was filled with bright lights, rows of chairs facing a long glass podium. Cameras were set up at every angle, streaming the auction live across the country. Staff moved around with headsets, testing mics and adjusting lights. Sarah walked through the aisle, heels clicking, ignoring the whisper of “Is that her?” from one of the c
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Chapter: 219 Sarah zipped up her cream puffer jacket, the cold mountain air biting her cheeks as she stepped off the private shuttle van. The luxury retreat lodge loomed ahead, cedar wood walls, glass windows reflecting the snowy pines. She forced herself to breathe, letting out a fog of warmth into the crisp air. She glanced behind her, watching influencers step out, pulling their designer bags, live-streaming the snowy scene. “At the Chen Influencer Retreat!” “Queen Sarah’s back, babes.” “#ChenComeback.” Sarah’s lips twitched into a smile, adjusting her beanie. Today would be the start of her real comeback. Kara shuffled beside her, holding a clipboard, breath clouding the air. “Ms. Chen, the spa packages are confirmed. The chef is ready. The social team says the posts are live.” Sarah nodded, scanning the hashtags on her phone: #ChenRetreat #QueenReturns #LuxuryWeekend
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Chapter: 218 Sarah sat in the green room of the TV station, her legs crossed, tapping her heel on the floor. She wore a sleek navy dress, her hair freshly styled, her makeup flawless, lips painted a confident red. The lights above buzzed softly, the air cold on her skin. Kara sat across from her, clutching her phone. “They’re almost ready for you, Ms. Chen.” Sarah glanced at her reflection in the mirror, forcing herself to smile. “I’m ready.” She had to be. Outside the room, the crew bustled, cameras being checked, lights adjusted, the low hum of the live audience on the other side of the wall. Sarah’s phone buzzed on the table next to her water. She picked it up, hoping to see Damien’s name. Nothing. She set it down, ignoring the twisting in her stomach. “Tonight, we fix this,” she whispered to herself. The producer knocked softly, poking her head in.
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Chapter: 217 Sarah stood on the balcony of her penthouse, staring at the empty rooftop prepared for tonight. Strings of fairy lights glowed above a long white table set with candles, fresh flowers, and gold-rimmed glasses that caught the dying light of the sunset. The city skyline blinked around her, uncaring, as she forced her shoulders to relax. She checked her reflection in the glass door, smoothing her hair, adjusting her black dress that hugged her body tightly. Her lips were painted a soft red, but she still felt pale. “Tonight is the night,” she whispered to herself. “They’ll see I’m still powerful.” Kara walked onto the balcony, holding her tablet, checking the RSVP list for the tenth time. “Ms. Chen,” she said quietly, “most of the influencers confirmed. We have fifteen major names coming.” Sarah nodded, not looking at her. “And the champagne? The catering?” Kara hesi
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The Almighty Tom Sullivan
Tom Sullivan came from a powerful aristocratic family. However, at the age of 18, he was expelled from his family after his cousin, who was also a successor, framed him. On his wedding night, he was found by his clan members and forced to replace his cousin in the military.
There, he achieved tremendous success and became the highest commander. But upon his return, his cousin poisoned him, leaving him mentally impaired and living on the streets.
Later, he was accidentally encountered by his wife, Lisa, who took him in. Lisa's family regarded Tom as a disgrace and demanded she divorce him. Lisa had no choice but to compromise.
At a critical moment, Tom regained his senses. He decided to utilize his military skills and power to help his wife restore her family's respect and take revenge on those opportunists who looked down on them during difficult times, and avenge those who had framed him in the past.
What obstacles will he encounter? And how will he overcome the difficulties?
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Chapter: Chapter 027Tom Sullivan had always believed that the worst betrayals didn’t come from enemies, but from those you trusted with your weaknesses. As he sat at his desk that morning, the manila folder Lisa had found in her father’s study lay open before him—a map of treachery, desperate moves, and debts.Lisa hovered near the window, arms wrapped around her waist. She’d spent half the night crying, then the other half poring over the documents with him, her faith in her family shattering with each new page. But Tom was already looking past her pain, triangulating threats, searching for patterns in the chaos.The folder was damning. The Winchesters, it turned out, were neck-deep in debt to a lender called Lancer Holdings—a name that meant nothing to most people, but everything to Tom. The company, on paper, was a faceless investment group. In reality, it was a front for Felix Sullivan’s more creative financial maneuvers: loans that came with invisibl
Last Updated: 2025-06-02
Chapter: Chapter 026Tom had always believed in stacking the odds in his favor. When he promised to fly in the best doctors for Mrs. Winchester, he hadn’t been bluffing. Before breakfast the next morning, the Sullivan driveway was crowded with black sedans and a single unmarked van, each bearing a quiet efficiency that screamed military precision.Dr. Elena Voss led the team—tall, composed, her dark hair knotted in a severe bun. She wore the plain white coat of a civilian, but Tom recognized the way she carried herself: alert, aware, never quite at rest. He’d served with her in another life, back when trust was a matter of survival and mistakes got people killed.Elena shook Tom’s hand with a firm grip. “General Sullivan. Or do I call you Mr. Sullivan now?”“Tom’s fine,” he said, managing a smile. “Thanks for coming on short notice.”She nodded, her gaze shifting to Lisa, who stood beside him, uncertain. “And you must be Mrs. Sullivan?”Lisa offered a hesitant hand. “Just Lisa, please. Thank you for com
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Chapter: Chapter 025Tom’s POV The Sullivan mansion was shrouded in silence when Tom slipped into his study that night, Lisa already asleep down the hall. In the gloom, Tom’s mind raced. The day’s events replayed in his head: the Winchesters’ act, Dr. Smith’s rehearsed pitch, Lisa’s haunted eyes, and those two messages from Phillip Constantine. Phillip was in the shadows, pulling strings, and Lisa—Lisa was drifting, her trust eroding day by day. He sat at his desk, the faint blue light of his laptop painting his face in cold tones. He hesitated, then opened the encrypted chat window he hadn’t touched in years. “Marcus. Need a full background on Dr. Smith, Saint Mary’s Hospital. Urgent. Watch for military contractor links. —T.” He hit send. Marcus Reed, his old comrade, wouldn’t ask questions. They’d once survived a black site together with nothing but a broken radio and sheer will; if anyone could find the truth, it was Marcus. Tom closed the laptop and stared out the window. The city l
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Chapter: Chapter 024The morning sun cast long shadows across the Sullivan mansion's driveway as Tom and Lisa prepared for their hospital visit. Tom had offered to go with Lisa after some considerations. He watched his wife from the corner of his eye as she fidgeted with her phone, her fingers trembling slightly. Something felt off, but he couldn't quite place it. "The car's ready," he said softly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Lisa flinched at his touch – a small movement, but one that didn't escape his notice. She'd been doing that a lot lately. The drive to Saint Mary's Hospital was thick with tension. Lisa stared out the window, lost in thought, while Tom's mind raced through possibilities. He'd learned long ago that coincidences in his life usually weren't coincidences at all. When they arrived at the hospital, Dr. Smith was already waiting in the lobby. Tom's military instincts kicked in immediately – the doctor's perfectly pressed coat, his too-bright smile, the way his eyes dart
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Chapter: Chapter 023"Wait, honey... I think I have a plan too... One that will blow your mind," Mrs. Winchester announced excitedly. She motioned towards her husband. Mr. Winchester inquired, "And... what's that got to be, Miranda?" His expression showed his eagerness to know what his wife had in mind. Mrs. Winchester sat next to her husband, ready to reveal her plan. "So... you're going to call our daughter and let her know that I'm very ill... I mean, on the verge of dying anytime soon. Tell her that I have some organs failing and that you're afraid I have little time left to live... Just... come up with something she's easily going to believe." Mr. Winchester's face lit up with admiration. "That's superb, Miranda. I married a smart woman indeed. That way, we'll get her to come see you on your 'sick bed,' and then we'll take it from there." Mrs. Winchester smiled, a villainous glint in her eye. "Sounds like a perfect idea, Henry. But... don't forget we need to arrange things with Dr. Smith. I k
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Chapter: Chapter 022The Winchester Mansion It was so quiet in the Winchester mansion. A family, once known for their power and wealth, was gradually falling apart and had lost control over all that was happening. Lisa's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester sat quietly on the couch, facing each other. Their current state was unbearable, and they were desperately trying to come up with a solution before things fell apart. They couldn't just sit back and watch everything they'd worked so hard to acquire slip away. Never. "Honey, we really need to do something. All our businesses are in shambles now. We lost half a billion dollars in less than a day. Nothing is going well. We're Winchesters, we can't end up on the streets," Lisa's mom lamented. I can't lose my home, the cars, my jewelry, those expensive vacations you arrange for me... This life is too good to lose,' Mrs. Winchester continued. Mr. Winchester, who sat directly opposite her, hadn't spoken yet. The expression on his face seemed like the
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