"Beelze and Leia lost to Harvey Wilder? What kind of news is this!"His angry voice echoed loudly in the glass-walled room. The tablet he had been holding flew out of his hand and hit the wall, shattering into pieces. The man in the white suit and red tie stood behind a long table, breathing heavily, his sharp eyes burning like embers. Even their breathing sounded heavy in the tense air.Meanwhile, Sazha—a dangerous woman known as the most cunning arms dealer on the continent—seemed completely unfazed by the anger that filled the room. She sat casually in her soft chair, her legs crossed, one hand holding a glass of wine filled with a dark red liquid that swirled slowly with the movement of her fingers.A thin smile graced her rose-red lips. Her black dress was wide open at the chest, revealing her pale, cold skin. She looked more like a seductress than a high-class criminal, but everyone in the room knew—behind her gentle smile lay the instincts of a predator who could kill without h

It had been two weeks since Crysta recovered from her illness. The girl was back to her old self—cheerful, energetic, and never short of ideas for fun. Almost every morning, she would knock on Harvey's office door carrying two cups of hot chocolate."Going to the park again, Harvey?" she said with sparkling eyes.However, her request often ended with a slight smile from the man. On the table, a pile of documents awaited his signature. Security reports, construction reports, and even a list of names to keep an eye on.Lately, Harvey's work as mayor of Duskvale had really piled up. He not only took care of the city, but also maintained its balance. Every night, he still led secret patrols with his men—making sure no spies from other countries had infiltrated. Duskvale did seem peaceful on the surface. But that tranquility was fragile. As long as Harvey was there, there would always be those who wanted to test the city's security.Due to Harvey's busy schedule, Crysta spent more time wi

"Ummmh... do I look bad?"Crysta held the hem of her dress, her fingers tugging at the fabric as if looking for small flaws. Her lips pursed slightly, her gaze shifting to the woman in front of her. Vanessa stood gracefully—every movement of her body looked perfect, from the way she straightened her back to the way her hair fell softly on her shoulders. And for Crysta, who was new to the outside world, the difference felt so vast.Vanessa's hands gently cupped Crysta's cheeks, forcing her to look directly into her eyes. Vanessa's gaze was warm, yet firm—as if she wanted to convey confidence through her touch."You are very sweet and innocent, Crysta. You have extraordinary charm. Don't belittle yourself."Crysta was silent for a moment. The light in her eyes flickered, as if she was weighing those words. Slowly, the corners of her lips lifted, forming a small, hesitant smile. She nodded twice, slowly but sincerely.Vanessa removed her hands from Crysta's cheeks and sighed softly. Her

Irish's heart was pounding. Her breathing felt heavy, as if the air around him was refusing to enter her lungs. This was the first time shehad seen a megastar from such a close distance. And not just any star—this woman was Vanessa Reid, someone shehad only seen on screen and in fashion magazines.Her eyes widened, unable to look away from her perfect face."No... Miss Vanessa... is it really you?" her voice trembled, half in awe and half in disbelief.Her feet moved forward slowly. Hesitant, but the urge to admire her kept him coming closer. With every step she took, the image became clearer.Vanessa looked stunning even without heavy makeup—her skin was soft and glowing under the store lights, with natural makeup that actually accentuated her charm. As a fellow woman, Irish couldn't help but be captivated.Vanessa raised her eyebrows slightly, noticing the rapid change in Irish's expression. A moment ago, the woman had been flushed with anger, but now that flush had softened, replac

Irish's face grew paler by the second. The sparkle in her eyes faded, and her lips trembled silently. Her earlier burst of courage now receded, swept away by a growing sense of dread that pressed down on her chest.Around them, people began to slow their pace. Curious glances appeared from behind the shelves and aisles of the boutique. No one dared to approach, but soft whispers began to creep through the air—like small ripples spreading across a calm surface."Isn't that Vanessa Reid?" whispered someone from the crowd."I didn't expect to see her here!" another voice replied in disbelief.Several people began to jostle each other, trying to get a better view of the center of the boutique. Their gazes shifted between Vanessa and Irish."Who is she fighting with? Why aren't the store guards breaking it up?" muttered a young woman, covering her mouth with her hand.The rumors spread faster and faster."Ah! I heard a rumor that no one in this mall dares to go against the Glamm family. Is