Waldric felt uneasy, he absolutely did not want to help Kaylery. If he helped once more, then his life would certainly never be peaceful. Not only would Asher chase him to kill him, but Kaylery would surely do the same.However, he had no choice at all. He had to be able to adjust himself, even if it meant being two-faced in front of them. He would obey Kaylery’s will, but he would also try to win favor with the Dixon family. He would ask for their help to save his business."Ah, this is so troublesome," muttered Waldric with a short laugh. His hand held his head, which felt dizzy.Various business documents were scattered on the table. All of them contained compensation demands from film producers. After the news spread that his entertainment company was linked to illegal drugs, many brands that had already signed contracts with his artists and models suddenly terminated their agreements.The door to the room opened, and an athletic man with curly brown hair entered. The man bowed re

Kaylery’s face tightened until the veins in his neck bulged. His fingers clenched hard, as if crushing the last pieces of patience left in him. His eyes glimmered sharply with emotion. The room felt hot for the man who was used to controlling the flow; heat did not come from the weather, but from the fire of anger burning inside his chest. The news of his failed plan for Asher’s wedding night shattered. The guests had been evacuated, and the homemade bombs planted in the corners of the hotel had been defused. Damn it, everything that should have been his weapon to tear apart the Dixons’ reputation vanished just like that. Kaylery stared at the screen, every red dot that disappeared was an insult to his ambition. He wanted to scream, Ah, no, not for the sake of safety, but because of the luxury of that humiliation. But there was one sentence that boiled his blood more than anything else: someone, no one knew who, had kidnapped Alicia. Kaylery swallowed hard. His eyes narrowed, and

Kaylery was not afraid of Asher’s words at all. Instead, he stared back with defiance. His sharp gaze was filled with hatred. Inside the room, only Asher and he remained. His laughter burst out in response to Asher’s words, then slowly faded, replaced by a crooked smirk.“You think I’m afraid of your threats?” Kaylery’s voice was cold, his eyes narrowing sharply. “Bring me the proof. You came here without any evidence?” he mocked.Asher smiled meaningfully. He had intentionally provoked the man’s emotions. He stayed calm, his mind trying to read Kaylery’s thoughts. But unfortunately, Asher could not read Kaylery’s mind at all.Asher stayed silent. Only his slow breathing filled the air, like someone who knew he was fully in control. The light in the room shone on half of his face, casting a sharp shadow on the wall behind him. His gaze did not waver, fixed straight on Kaylery, who stood defiantly.Then, the corner of his lips lifted slightly. A smile—but not a genuine one. “Proof?” As

Alicia’s face tensed, her breath rising and falling as fast as her heartbeat. Cold sweat streamed from her temple, making her hair stick to her skin. She backed away until her spine hit the damp stone wall. The dark figure stood before her—his face hidden behind a mask, but the intimidating aura dripped so clearly that the room felt as if it shrank.“Le–let go….” Alicia’s voice cracked, sounding more like a broken whisper of despair than a request.Her eyes were swollen, tears pooling, but she held them back.The masked man tilted his head, a small movement that made Alicia’s blood freeze. A faint smile—though unseen—felt present from the subtle shake of his shoulders. He reached for a knife on the table, its metal catching the dim light and scraping against the walls.“Hey! Come on… let’s play,” he said softly, hoarsely, his steps heavy but steady.He twirled the knife between his fingers, as if showing off his bad intentions. Outside the room came the sound of footsteps pacing, othe

Asher received a report from Joseph about who had been involved in Alicia’s kidnapping. Before confronting Kaylery, they had indeed planned to plant spies around his office. "So, Kaylery and Waldric stabbed each other?" Asher’s voice echoed, breaking the pause in his office. A thin smirk stretched across Asher’s lips. His fingers turned the wine glass slowly, letting the red liquid dance along with the movement of his wrist. The dim light reflected on the surface of the drink, giving it a dark gleam that somehow matched his mood that night. Like this, waiting for a report while sipping wine almost felt like enjoying entertainment he had ordered for himself. Asher lifted the glass, staring at its color again as if reading something inside its depth. Then, slowly, he sipped it. "Then how was Waldric’s condition?" Asher asked unhurriedly, his eyes never leaving the tablet screen that displayed the brutal fight at Kaylery’s hideout. He leaned forward slightly, watching the moments wh