As the doors to the conference room swung open, Arnold was met with a wave of enthusiastic applause. The sound echoed in the grand room, filled with polished wood and towering windows that offered a panoramic view of the city. His heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to keep his posture steady. ‘Is this really happening?’ he asked himself, trying to grasp the gravity of the moment.At the head of the long table, his grandfather, Aron William, sat in the main chair. His presence commanded respect, even more so with the way the board members looked at him—admiration and reverence in their eyes. The lawyer stood quietly to the side, his expression neutral but attentive.Aron raised a hand, silencing the applause. He began to speak, his voice deep and measured. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been running this company since I was eighteen years old.” His eyes scanned the room, ensuring that every person’s attention was locked on him. “Sixty years,” he paused for a moment to catc

The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white as Arnold sped through the streets, the roar of his engine cutting through the quiet of the night. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter with every second, his knuckles white. The words from Rex’s panicked call echoed in his head, louder than the hum of the tires on the concrete road.“It’s Mr. William… He’s been in an accident.”A cold weight pressed on Arnold’s chest, making it harder to breathe. He couldn’t imagine the image of his formidable grandfather—always so composed, so unshakable—with the idea of him lying helpless in a hospital bed. The thought of happening something bad was making his heart throb like a drum. Pulling up to StarLife Hospital, Arnold jumped out of the car, his heart hammering as he pushed through the revolving doors. The sterile smell of antiseptic and the low murmur of voices filled the air, but he had no time to process it. His eyes searched for a familiar face, and within seconds, he spotted

The sharp click of heels echoed through the hospital corridor, each step slow, deliberate, and filled with authority. The air shifted, thickening with an invisible weight, as if the temperature had dropped a few degrees. It wasn’t just the sound of footsteps—it was the sound of someone who owned the ground they walked on.Arnold and Rex's attention shifted instinctively toward the source.A woman strode toward them, her presence swallowing the hallway whole. She didn’t rush, nor did she hesitate—she moved with the controlled grace of a predator, exuding a confidence that made even the air around her still.She was tall, her sharp features framed by the sleek ponytail that flowed down her back like dark silk. The black-tailored suit hugged her figure perfectly, its crisp lines emphasizing her poised yet commanding posture. Her cold, piercing eyes flicked over the area, scanning, calculating, and assessing as if she had already figured out everything before even stepping in.There was n