Inside the car, the driver looked through the mirror and said softly, “Boss… it has really been long. Where did you go?” Benjamin gave a faint smile. “I travelled to go deal with something important. That’s why it took time.” The driver nodded slowly. “I used to call Ms. Winslow to ask her about you… but she always said she would inform me when you come back.” Benjamin narrowed his eyes a bit. “When last did she call you?” The driver thought for a moment. “It’s like more than a month now. She then started calling me to ask if I had any information about where you are. But I didn’t know anything. I even drove to the old base once… but it was empty.” Benjamin leaned back and sighed, as Cordelia flashed in his mind. “I’m back now. No worries. Everything is fine.” He paused, then asked, “Do you know Noorhold Limited?” The driver nodded. “Yes sir. Is that where we are heading?” Benjamin nodded once. “Yes.” Right after that, Benjamin brought out his phone and sent a text to Ezr

Raymond’s brows tightened.“What happened to her?” he asked, frowning.Rose shook her head. “Nothing happened. It’s about your coming wedding.”Raymond nodded quickly, leaning a little forward with curiosity.“Tell me then… tell me. What message did she send through you?”Rose sighed.“It’s not a message she sent me. It’s something important I want to say.”Raymond folded his arms.“Okay. Say it.”Rose looked him straight in the eyes.“Cordelia doesn’t like you. She never has. Raymond please… don’t marry her. There are still two days left. You can stop this and change things.”Raymond’s face twisted in irritation.“What is wrong with you people? You drove all the way from your house… just to come here and tell me this nonsense?”Rose stood her ground.“Nonsense? You call the truth nonsense?”Raymond scoffed.“Yes. Absolute nonsense. You are wasting both our time. The marriage is already set, and nothing is going to change.”Rose lifted her chin slightly.“That marriage will only make

The driver nodded and said, “Okay, sir,” then turned the wheel, driving Benjamin toward one of the largest clothing stores in the city. Meanwhile, Back at New Ember Inside a quiet police detention center, two men sat in a dim cell, dressed in worn prison uniforms. Their hair had grown long and rough — it was Austin and Matthew. They had been locked up for seven months, almost eight, ever since the police traced them after the Maverick Stone incident. Austin leaned back against the cold wall, giving a tired smile. “So this is our fate? No one to help us? Our friend died, and we end up here trying to avenge him,” he said softly. “Who knows how many years we’ll get if this goes to court?” Matthew sighed, rubbing his face. “Maybe this is just what fate wrote for us,” he muttered. “No one knows we’re even here, and anyone who might… can’t do anything. Life’s just messed up, man.” The two kept talking quietly, voices full of pain and regret. Then the sound of a baton hitting th

The guard’s face instantly paled.“You know what he’ll do to you?” she continued, leaning closer. “He’ll have you beaten, dragged out, and fired on the spot. Me? He’ll just yell a little — maybe scold me. But you? You’ll lose everything. Should I go tell him?”The guard gulped hard, his throat tightening in fear. “No, ma’am… please, no need for that.” He stepped aside quickly, opening the door for her.“That’s better,” Rose said softly, brushing past him and stepping inside.Inside, Cordelia was lying quietly on the bed, her face turned toward the small window. When she heard the door open, she sat up suddenly.“Rose?” she said, surprised.Rose gave her a small smile and walked closer, setting the tray down. “Hi, sis. I brought your food again.”Cordelia blinked, still processing her presence. “Why did you come back here again?” she asked gently.Rose sat beside her and sighed. “I went to see Raymond,” she said. “I tried to talk to him, to convince him to stop this marriage, but he wo

The sun shone proudly that morning, casting a golden glow over the Hansen Family Villa. Workers had spent days preparing, and now the place looked like a scene pulled from a royal banquet.White and gold drapes fell elegantly from every corner.On this day…It was the long-awaited wedding day of Cordelia Winslow and Raymond Hansen, the young master of the prestigious Hansen family.A day the Winslows and Hansens had prepared for with pride — and pressure.At the enormous Hansen family villa, everything gleamed with wealth and power.The entire compound had been transformed:White canopies stretched across the courtyard.Fresh flowers decorated every pillar and pathway.A grand stage was set up with a towering floral backdrop.Rows of crystal-topped lights lined the aisle like stars fallen to earth.Only those with exclusive invitations could enter.Security guards in black suits stood at every corner, checking every guest thoroughly. It was a private ceremony — the elite of New Ember