Asher did not intend to eavesdrop, but Agnesry’s faint sentence earlier about her fear that the wedding would be canceled flowed clearly into his ears. He turned, seeing how the middle-aged woman gripped the edge of her cardigan, looking at Alicia with the worry of a mother who almost lost everything. Asher smiled a little, slowly, as if he wanted to calm the storm inside Agnesry’s heart. His hand held Alicia’s arm gently yet firmly, then he lifted his face to look at Agnesry. “About the wedding,” Asher said calmly, “you don’t need to worry. The Dixon family would still hold it. I would not cancel anything, because I knew Alicia never intended to run away from me.” Agnesry drew in a breath, relieved yet still uneasy. It was natural since in the last two days, the media tore apart her daughter’s name. Sensational news appeared: ‘Alicia Pervaz Ran Away on Her Wedding Day,’ and the most painful one compared Alicia with Aldric’s past—her husband. Asher caught a glimpse of that anxi

One hour had passed since the meeting that ended in heavy tension. It did not take a full day for Asher to set bait for the culprit who tried to steal the company’s money. One by one, the rats came out of their holes.Not with screams or resistance, but with pale faces and trembling steps when the interrogation room door opened. They came on their own through short message summons, internal emails, or sudden orders from superiors who did not even dare to meet their eyes for long.Asher did not move from his chair. He sat calmly, his back resting casually, fingers interlaced on the table. The screen in front of him displayed recordings, transaction trails, and fragments of conversations neatly connected. Each rat that entered carried one piece of evidence, and Asher only needed to wait until the trap closed perfectly.There were no shouts. There were no cheap threats. Only short sentences, flat tones, and a gaze that made anyone feel stripped bare.“Get out of Dixon before nightfall,”

Asher walked toward Aberon’s study. His mind was in turmoil, yet his expression remained calm, as if he was unaffected by the problems he was facing. Earlier, Aberon had contacted him, saying there was something to discuss regarding an issue about a subsidiary entering the political arena.“Did you really never step into the world of politics, Dad?” As soon as he entered, Asher fired off a question that made Aberon look up at him.Aberon let out a slow breath, as the Dixon Foundation, which had been established to help the underprivileged, support education, and serve as a charitable body, had once been offered a role by someone from the political opposition. However, Aberon had rejected it, even after being approached many times.“Are you suspecting me?” Aberon spoke, even though he was confident that Asher would trust him.Asher did not answer, choosing instead to sit on the sofa beside Aberon. His gaze unintentionally fell on a stack of documents on the table, and Asher picked up o

Asher’s body felt stiff, pain slowly spreading every time he unconsciously shifted his fingers. His eyelids fluttered before finally opening, slowly adjusting to the overly bright white light. The smell of medicine immediately rushed in, cold and bitter, making his chest rise and fall more deeply. “Asher… Asher!” The voice was faint, but familiar enough to pull Asher fully back. His vision blurred for a moment, then Alicia’s figure appeared at the edge of his sight, standing beside the bed, her face pale but real. “Alicia…” Asher’s voice sounded hoarse, almost inaudible. He tried to sit up. His muscles resisted, sharp pain flaring instantly. Alicia reflexively held Asher’s shoulder, but before she could push him further, the door opened. A doctor and a nurse entered with quick steps—the emergency call had been pressed by Alicia seconds earlier. “Stay calm,” the doctor said after a brief examination. A small flashlight was directed into Asher’s eyes, then toward the monitor beside

Asher sat leaning back in a chair beside Joseph’s gurney. His hospital clothes had been replaced with a white shirt and dress pants. The pain in his upper arm had eased, although he still needed medication to recover fully. His arms were crossed over his chest as he waited for the man lying there to open his eyes. Asher’s mind was very busy. He was guessing whether his other men were able to capture Waldric or not. There had been no message yet about Waldric’s arrest. There was only one message from Aberon regarding the relationship between Aldric and Kaylery. “Si–Sir!” Joseph’s startled voice pulled Asher back to reality. He looked toward Joseph, who was trying to sit up from his lying position. However, Asher quickly stopped him and made Joseph lie back down. “Don’t push yourself, Joseph,” Asher said as he sat back down, adjusting his position. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry for troubling you,” Joseph said, feeling embarrassed. “Focus on healing yourself first,” Asher said, his gaze sti