"Greyson, what are you doing here?"A young woman's voice reprimanded Greyson as he exited a supermarket. He had just bought half a dozen cans of fruit juice.The woman was wearing a T-shirt an old jacket and jeans. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was tied back. A sling bag was slung over her shoulder. She looked relaxed and a little disheveled.Greyson recognized her immediately. Linda Flynn.She was one of his high school classmates. The most indifferent girl who sat in the corner of the classroom. She ignored her surroundings. Perhaps because of that, a rumor developed.Linda was a poor girl who worked after school. She did everything she could to survive, even selling herself.But the rest of the time no one dared to bother her. Maybe it was because of her cold stare every time she met people's eyes. After all, a school thug was once beaten unconscious when he tried to touch her. Everyone tried to avoid him even though they still talked bad about him.Greyson was also not a popula

A few days later, the people of Triangle witnessed how quickly the neighboring project was moving.Heavy equipment was deployed to clear and level the land. Soil and gravel were brought in for backfill. Then the workers and various tools and building materials arrived in a flash.The speed of progress on the cemetery project exceeded that of Triangle's apartment project.Declan watched all this with horror. He regretted taking his favorite son at his word. In anyone's hands, Hayes Global could not be easily swayed. After all, the person appointed to lead the multinational company would not be chosen carelessly. Oliver had apparently only relied on his past judgment.A week after the funeral project started, almost all the investors backed out and demanded a refund. Triangle did not have that kind of money. The only way was to resell the land.But who would be interested in buying the land next to the cemetery?The only one who might be willing to buy it was Hayes Global.This was, of

"You mean you want to use yourself as bait? Don't be ridiculous. I'll make a lot of safeguards for you and that's still not enough. You also need to be able to protect yourself." Ivy said the plan.Greyson looked unhappy at the idea of being followed and watched by several people."Alright. I agree about protecting yourself. But forget about giving me some people who will follow me. I don't like it." Greyson finally made his decision."That's good!" Ivy looked relieved. She could still order some special bodyguards to protect Greyson secretly."Don't even think about deceiving me." Greyson could read Ivy's thoughts.The woman couldn't help but laugh in the end. "You know me very well."The two then fell silent again."So, when are you leaving? Preferably quickly, before they come back to try to kill you again." Ivy felt this was an urgent need.Greyson didn't really care. He thought for a moment before answering. "I still have some things to do. Maybe next week I can go."Ivy could on

There were still a few days left before Greyson had to leave for the island training. Strangely, he didn’t even think about it. It was as if the looming threat of death was nothing but a passing breeze. As usual, Greyson continued working diligently at the company, spending his time in front of computer screens and stacks of documents.He also refused to meet with Brooks’ father, who had offered to sell their land at half the original purchase price. It wasn’t just intentional—Greyson was genuinely busy.That evening, Greyson’s usually quiet apartment was startled by the sharp sound of the doorbell. He glanced at the clock—it was almost dinnertime. Hopefully, it wasn’t Matt again.Checking the monitor screen, Greyson was slightly surprised to see Naomi—his third sister. He quickly opened the door. Naomi stood before him with a wide smile, carrying several large shopping bags in her hands.“Surprise!” Naomi exclaimed cheerfully, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “I tho

The room fell silent. Even Jacob stopped chewing his food.As far as he knew, all four of Greyson’s sisters’ biological parents had passed away."Your biological parents?" Greyson asked. "I thought they were dead?"Naomi nodded. "They were just an ordinary couple living in another city. I’ve met them a few times.""How... how are they?" Greyson asked carefully, realizing how sensitive this topic was for Naomi."They’re good," Naomi replied with a small smile. "They’re kind people. But...""But?""After meeting them a few times, they introduced me to a strange man," Naomi continued with a hint of annoyance in her tone. "And they suggested that I marry him."Jacob nearly choked on his drink. "Just like that? After only meeting a few times?""Yep," Naomi laughed dryly. "It seems like they’re eager to see me ‘happy’ according to their definition."Greyson nodded slowly, unsure how to respond. He wasn’t someone who was good at comforting others or giving advice."That reminds me," Naomi su