On the other side, Tuan Wilson (the 56-year-old veteran and lead operator of the Anomali) spoke with a strong, deep, and steady tone. His voice was precise, every word clear. "Celine Laurent. The BeAnd Company financial monitoring system is integrated by Anomali Wilson. We report that a giant-scale investment of two trillion dollars has been approved and injected into your company's account within the last twenty seconds. Your company's liquidity is now fully recovered, exceeding the initial estimation. The credit status is A+, and your shares are soaring sharply, surpassing 200 percent. The liquidity threat has been successfully neutralized."Celine froze. Two trillion dollars investment? Company account? Full recovery? Her brain struggled to process the absurd information. Her hand slipped away from the pen Dion offered. Profound shock was etched onto her face. The faint smile on Sean’s face instantly vanished, replaced by knitted brows of confusion. Dion stared at Celine, his jaw s

"You dare touch what is mine," Leon hissed, his voice low and raspy, full of a deeply chilling threat. His usually friendly face had hardened into a mask of unsettling wrath; every sharp feature looked like an immovable rock. Every word he spat out was like an ice shard freezing Sean’s soul. His eyes burned with deadly intensity; the reflection of the dim light showcased how dangerously transformed he was. Leon no longer cared about maintaining his cover. Celine's dignity was paramount. Protecting the woman was his absolute priority.A heavy blow from Leon landed squarely on Sean's jaw, the force shattering his bone with a gruesome cracking sound. Sean staggered back, his body hitting a rusty filing cabinet. A stifled cry escaped his lips as blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth."This is for Celine," Leon repeated, each word punctuated with a blow. An aura of dominant brutality emanated from him, completely replacing any semblance of helplessness. He yanked Sean from th

Celine nodded, helping Leon into the taxi. The door creaked shut, separating them from the night's cold and Grandpa Martin’s increasingly ominous whispers. The smell of rubber and gasoline inside the cab contrasted sharply with Celine’s calming perfume. Celine's heart pounded rapidly, absorbing every accelerating beat within her. The humid night air chilled her bones, exacerbating the distress in her mind. The streetlights flashed past the window like flickering witnesses, dancing in the puddles of water covering the asphalt.She leaned her head onto Leon's shoulder, absorbing his warmth. All of this was a new pledge she had to uphold, standing by Leon, who now carried a fresh aura—an aura of latent strength she considered deeply hidden. Leon's hand reached around Celine’s back, reciprocating the tight embrace she now offered."Darling," Celine murmured, her voice faint, trembling with sheer awe. She pulled slightly away from the embrace, looking into Leon’s eyes, which now shone with

"That... that's a miracle, darling," Leon said slowly, carefully choosing his words. "But... it's also luck, Ms. Celine. Why do you always show gratitude for everything that happens?"Celine stared intensely at him. "A miracle and luck?" she asked, her voice tinged with slight doubt. "Leon, perhaps... are you behind all of this? Tell me honestly, darling. How could such unbelievable things occur?"Leon shook his head. He offered a faint smile. "I only... prayed for the best for you. And luck... is on our side," Leon feigned, his expression utterly calm and natural. His eyes narrowed slightly, internally suppressing any chance of bursting into laughter. His body smelled like rainwater. The air around Celine started to feel slightly cool. A flicker of doubt persisted.Celine fell silent for a moment. She sensed a profound sincerity in Leon's eyes. Although her heart remained full of unanswered questions, she didn't mind; the important thing was that her factory was safe, and her thousan

Leon remained silent. He simply offered a thin smile, his eyes observing every single expression and movement Alpin made. His hand clenched tightly onto Celine's shoulder, calming her down. A silent instruction for Celine not to act out."He is not a bodyguard, Mr. Alpin," Celine retorted, her tone slightly rising. Anger was swelling within her; she struggled to restrain her emotions. Annoyance pricked at her."May I offer to cover your meal?" Alpin ignored Celine, glancing back at Leon. A small smirk touched his lips. "Consider it... a small celebration for this unbelievable encounter." He looked toward a waiter. "I will handle the entire bill," Alpin told the waiter, lighting a cigarette. The waiter merely nodded courteously and retreated, leaving the three alone amid the thickening tension. The oppressive silence only enhanced Alpin’s self-satisfied smile."I appreciate your offer, Mr. Alpin, but... we don't require it," Celine refused. "We... we have already placed our order." Her