The man, named Alexander, took a step forward with an easy, unhurried stride. But every movement carried an unspoken weight, especially for Sonia. He didn’t need to raise his voice to make his presence overwhelming. When he reached Amora and Blake’s side, he casually slid his hands into the pockets of his suit, as if this were nothing more than a trivial encounter. "You don’t look too happy to see me, Sonia," he said, his tone laced with amusement. He knew exactly who she was and the trouble she had caused. Sonia struggled to compose herself, but she couldn’t hide the nervous flicker in her eyes. "I’m just… surprised," she replied, her voice noticeably weaker than before. "Of course you are." Alexander’s response was almost mocking. "Unfortunately for you, I’m not surprised to see you here. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time you thought you could escape the consequences of your actions, would it? The law never seems to touch you, does it? That’s funny, because I’d love t

"Be careful." Amora looked at Blake with concern.Blake simply responded with a nod. After finishing his preparations, he and Michael left.Now, they were at the hunting grounds. Many people had gathered, getting ready for the hunt. Naturally, Blake and Michael’s arrival immediately drew attention."Who is he, really? How did he end up coming here with Prince Michael?" People began whispering about Blake."He’s so annoying." A man clenched his fists tightly, looking irritated. "Not only did he steal my partner’s heart, but now he’s trying to get the Prince’s attention too."Who would have thought he’d run into Blake and Michael here? He had been trying to mend his wounded pride ever since his humiliating defeat at Blake’s hands.Miguel still couldn't accept losing to Blake, especially after the man secured a managerial position at the same company as his cousin, Mario."Dammit." Miguel clenched his fists harder, glaring at Blake from a distance. "Just wait. I'll beat him."All the hun

Blake simply responded with a nod. After finishing his preparations, he and Michael left. Now, they were at the hunting grounds. Many people had gathered, getting ready for the hunt. Naturally, Blake and Michael’s arrival immediately drew attention. "Who is he, really? How did he end up coming here with Prince Michael?" People began whispering about Blake. "He’s so annoying." A man clenched his fists tightly, looking irritated. "Not only did he steal my partner’s heart, but now he’s trying to get the Prince’s attention too." Who would have thought he’d run into Blake and Michael here? He had been trying to mend his wounded pride ever since his humiliating defeat at Blake’s hands. Miguel still couldn't accept losing to Blake, especially after the man secured a managerial position at the same company as his cousin, Mario. "Dammit." Miguel clenched his fists harder, glaring at Blake from a distance. "Just wait. I'll beat him." All the hunting participants had arrived, and each of

Amora glanced at him, and the faint smile that tugged at her lips conveyed more than words ever could. Something had shifted within her tonight—a feeling she couldn't quite grasp, yet strong enough to send ripples through her heart. Before she could dwell further on the unfamiliar sensation, the sharp sound of heels striking against the wooden floor broke the silence. At the threshold of the living room, Zuri stood with an expression far from pleased. Her red lipstick was slightly faded—a sign of a long day—and her narrowed eyes bore into Blake with unwavering intensity. "So, you still have the nerve to show up here," she said, her voice cold and firm. Amora sighed. She knew her mother better than anyone, and that tone of voice always meant trouble. Blake remained composed. With a calm movement, he removed his jacket and hung it by the door before turning to face Zuri. His gaze remained steady, as if he had already anticipated this confrontation. "Is there something you want to

Blake didn’t immediately let go of Amora’s hand. His thumb gently traced the back of her hand in slow, soothing motions, as if silently reassuring himself that she was alright. Amora glanced at him, and the faint smile that tugged at her lips conveyed more than words ever could. Something had shifted within her tonight—a feeling she couldn't quite grasp, yet strong enough to send ripples through her heart. Before she could dwell further on the unfamiliar sensation, the sharp sound of heels striking against the wooden floor broke the silence. At the threshold of the living room, Zuri stood with an expression far from pleased. Her red lipstick was slightly faded—a sign of a long day—and her narrowed eyes bore into Blake with unwavering intensity. "So, you still have the nerve to show up here," she said, her voice cold and firm. Amora sighed. She knew her mother better than anyone, and that tone of voice always meant trouble. Blake remained composed. With a calm movement, he remov