Fransischa dashed over to Matthew, who had just returned from the beach. She was moving fast, looking a bit frantic with her pale face, especially when she noticed he was already at the hotel, even though she hadn't told him to return yet."Why are you back so soon? I thought I asked you to stay longer!" she said, catching her breath."I needed guidance on where to head next. Can't I just chill in the room and grab dinner with you?"Fransischa didn't have any of Matthew's suggestions; she shook her head and insisted he leave the hotel immediately. "What? No way! You really need to get out of here. They'll definitely find you.""Come on, just hear me out. There's no way they can search every single room in this place, right?" she said, giving Fransischa a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder to ease her worries."Honestly, what's the big deal if Denias and I are in the same place? We wouldn't have gotten into it if he hadn't thrown the first punch," he said confidently."That's exactly w

Matthew wrapped his arms around Jennifer’s waist, using Dominic Rayn’s body as a shield. She was taken aback but didn’t push him away. Every touch from the guy she had secretly wanted for years seemed to light her up. With a grin that resembled a lovestruck kid, she pulled him closer, her arms draping around his neck.“You came up to me out of the blue. But honestly, I can’t just sit here alone. Can’t you make me feel like a woman?”“Aren’t you already one?”“The woman who got left behind to marry another woman?”Her smile shifted from casual to a bit awkward as she mentioned the topic that Trivia had mentioned—how Dominic had chosen Brianna Floss over her.But Matthew wasn’t about to give up. He tightened his grip, tapping into the memories of Dominic Rayn that the system had shown him. He might not be the best at seduction, but he was determined to seal the deal on the verge of falling apart with Erica Liam.He said a few sweet words, making Jennifer blush until their faces were clo

Jennifer filled a glass of white wine and handed it to Matthew as he stepped out of the bathroom. As soon as he took the glass from her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her long neck, looking like a couple fresh off their honeymoon. “You want me to convince Jason Rogue to hand over that contract without any strings attached? That's a bit much, Rayn," Jennifer sighed, but she still embraced Matthew and accepted his kiss."No, I really don’t. I’ve never been cool with my girl flirting with someone who doesn’t matter," he explained.Even though Matthew initially planned for Jennifer Shaw to charm Jason Rogue into handing over the contract without any strings attached, he started to reconsider. Watching Jennifer’s reaction made him think that maybe her mind was on something else that could work in their favor."Do you really think Jason Rogue is so unimportant that you can just brush him off like that?" Jennifer shot back, making Matthew rethink his own words.Out of nowh

Fransischa stood silently, her gaze fixed on the door to the hotel room where Rayn slept. Truthfully, she was thrilled when she heard he had a shot at rebuilding the business empire that the Floss family had once destroyed.Yeah, the Floss family, the same greedy bastards who had rigged deals and crushed Rayn’s world, stripping him of everything he had. Knowing someone was stepping up to help him reclaim his throne made her heart swell. No more watching the man she cared about sink into endless injustice, all because of one corrupt, power-hungry family.But then Briana’s words hit her like a punch to the gut, Rayn had another woman by his side, someone working the strings behind the scenes for him. The sting of jealousy was real. After everything, after all the history, Fransischa had kept her identity hidden from Rayn, never revealing that she was the heiress to this hotel, that her father was a businessman who could have helped. Instead, she had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watc

The building towered above the sleek line of downtown offices, its massive glass façade catching the shimmer of early morning light. The architecture was sharp and modern, every line clean, every corner carved with precise intent. Inside, the main lobby stretched wide and grand, flanked by bold white marble columns. The pale gray marble floors gleamed so flawlessly they nearly mirrored the silhouettes of everyone who walked across them.A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, scattering light in every direction, casting soft reflections across the glass walls. A delicate scent of white lilies drifted in from arrangements placed at each corner, giving the space a quiet, curated elegance.Matthew stepped inside, greeted by the crisp chill of perfectly calibrated A/C. His slightly worn suit stood in stark contrast to the luxury around him. The sharp tap of high heels echoed closer. Jennifer Shaw emerged, elegant in a simple deep navy dress, her hair pinned up, eyes sharp and