Richard sat on the edge of his bed, his mind racing. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. His heart pounded as he replayed the events of the day in his mind, trying to make sense of who could have leaked his whereabouts.He knew he had to find out who had exposed his identity. If Amelia had learned the truth about him, everything he’d worked for—his carefully cultivated persona, his efforts to keep his background hidden—would be for nothing.At first, when Joshua and Christopher arrived, he thought it was merely a coincidence. After all, he had met them at Immortal Lake Manor, so it made sense they would recognize him. But then, as more company executives showed up—people he didn’t recognize—he realized something was off. It couldn’t just be a coincidence. Someone had to have told them.Richard felt a tightening in his chest as he thought about the few people who knew his secret. There was Fabian, there was Mr. James, and then… well, no one else knew he wa

Richard lay still, the weight of the situation settling on his shoulders as he stared up at the ceiling. His thoughts were tangled—he had hoped for something more between him and Amelia tonight, but instead, he had found himself sleeping on the cold floor. The warmth of her presence, the closeness they had shared just hours ago, seemed so far away now.He couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, as if in an instant, he had fallen from a dream into harsh reality. He had hoped, for once, that things would be different between them. But instead, it seemed like the world had shifted, and the divide between them had grown even wider.“If you don’t want to sleep on the floor, I can put on clothes and go to a hotel,” Amelia’s voice broke through his thoughts, her concern evident.Richard’s heart twisted. He couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving in the middle of the night, especially when he knew it wasn’t out of genuine discomfort but out of the hesitation that lingered between them. “Never

Richard’s heart raced as he slammed the phone down, his mind spinning with urgency. He grabbed the car keys from the table, not even giving himself a moment to think. His instincts were all that mattered now. Something was wrong—something had happened to Amelia. He couldn’t let it go. He couldn’t wait any longer.Skyrocket—the restaurant where Jackson had treated them to a meal. Richard knew exactly where it was. It wasn’t far from the Andrews Estate, and within moments, he was speeding toward it.Fifteen minutes later, Richard pulled up in front of the restaurant. He didn’t waste any time. He rushed inside, barely acknowledging the concerned glance of the waiter as he asked for directions. His mind was laser-focused on one thing—finding Amelia.He soon located the private room where she and the others were. The door was partially open, and Richard pushed through without hesitation, his pulse pounding in his ears.The private room was full of young people, many of them heirs to wealthy

David’s expression shifted instantly upon seeing Caleb. His heart sank as a chill ran through his spine. Quickly, he plastered a smile on his face, attempting to mask the fear beginning to creep in. “Mr. Stones, you’ve really misunderstood me,” he said, his voice forced and trembling. “It’s not that I want to cause trouble here, but someone hit me and now insists I apologize.”Caleb’s eyes narrowed as he studied the scene, his lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Is that so? Then I must see who dares to be so arrogant.”Not realizing that Richard was already in the room, Caleb took a few steps forward, eager to handle the situation. But when he saw Richard’s face clearly, his steps faltered, his body frozen in place. His breath hitched, and the color drained from his face as he stood there, rooted to the spot.The room went still. The rich heirs, who had been watching with varying degrees of amusement, all exchanged glances filled with disbelief. They had assume

David’s eyes blazed with fury, his hands shaking as he wiped the blood from his face. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation gnawing at his pride. “What are you going to do now?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “Do you think you can just walk away after beating me like that?”Richard didn’t even flinch. He stood tall, his presence unshaken, as he coolly eyed David. The silence between them was thick, but it didn’t faze Richard. With a calmness that sent a chill through the room, he stepped forward, his gaze unwavering.“Get lost,” Richard said simply, his tone like steel.David’s pulse quickened as fear crept into his veins. He took two hurried steps back, his eyes wide with panic. “What... What do you think you’re doing?” he stammered, trying to regain some semblance of control. But deep down, he knew it was slipping away. Richard wasn’t the man he had assumed him to be.Richard didn’t answer. He just stood there, a quiet storm of intent behind his eyes. But when Dav