“Master Nathan, please, just take the card. You’re the chairman of Dynasty Group. If you don’t believe me, take this card to Narvo Bank. Enter your birthday and check the balance. Everything will be revealed.”Liera’s voice was calm but firm, her green eyes glistening with reverence. Without waiting for a response, she placed the sleek gold card on the table in front of him and bowed deeply—almost folding herself in half—before turning and walking out of the café.After countless attempts to convince him, she had given up on words. Now, she would let the truth speak for itself.Her heels clicked sharply against the floor. Outside, a black Rolls-Royce waited, its engine purring softly as she slid into the back seat.A convoy of luxury cars followed her departure, leaving Nathan alone with the card and his thoughts.Nathan stared at the card, his expression unreadable.He didn’t pick it up immediately, instead letting out a low, humorless laugh. “Chairman of Dynasty Group? Me? What a jok

Taylor’s fury was relentless, her piercing gaze locking onto the security guard. Without hesitation, she straightened her shoulders and declared, “You’re fired.”The guard’s face was drained of color. “M-Ma’am, please—”“You dare lay hands on him?” she cut him off sharply. “Not only did you fail in your duty, but you humiliated a Supreme Gold cardholder in front of the entire bank! You’re done here. Get out now before I have you dragged out.”The man stumbled back, his lips parting, but Taylor had already shifted her focus.Just as the security guard turned to leave in disgrace, Thelma stepped forward, nostrils flaring. “Ms. Taylor, you’re making a huge mistake!” she snapped.Taylor arched an unimpressed brow.Thelma jabbed a finger toward Nathan. “This nobody is fooling you! He’s not the owner of that card! You should call the police and have him arrested for fraud before it’s too late.”Joyce smirked, nodding in agreement. “Exactly! Someone like him could never have that kind of mone

Nathan knew Taylor was stepping in to help him, but the warmth of her hand in his sent an unfamiliar sensation through his chest. It wasn’t discomfort—no, it was something else. A slow, persistent thrum beneath his ribs. The closeness, the way she confidently claimed him, made something shift inside him.Natalia, on the other hand, was seething. Nathan has a new lover? Already? It made no sense. They had barely been divorced for long, yet here he was, standing beside a woman so effortlessly elegant and powerful. A sharp pang of jealousy twisted in her gut, though she masked it behind a scoff.James wasn’t faring any better. His pride had already taken a hit from seeing Nathan here, but learning about Taylor? His jaw clenched as he overheard the murmurs around them."That’s Taylor Monroe, right?”“Yes! She’s the Head Manager of Narvo Bank. I heard she’s got immense authority over the bank’s investment business in the city.""Unbelievable. Not only is she gorgeous, but she’s a powerhouse

James narrowed his eyes, staring at Nathan as if trying to read his mind. Then, with a smug smile, he casually lifted his paddle."One hundred and ten million dollars." The room buzzed with excitement."That guy will be out soon," another chuckled. "Just watch."Nathan remained calm, his expression unreadable. He sipped his wine leisurely before setting the glass down. Then, he simply said, "Two hundred million."James smirked wider, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. This was exactly what he’d been waiting for.He would raise the stakes little by little, baiting Nathan to keep pushing the bid higher. He wanted to watch him squirm, to drag him into a situation he couldn’t escape.Then his voice called out his bid. "Two hundred and ten million.”Nathan barely hesitated. "Three hundred million."The crowd began to murmur louder, their voices growing more skeptical."Is he insane?" someone scoffed."He doesn't have that kind of money!""Natalia is lucky. She must have foreseen this an

Nathan stood still, his mind spinning with questions. When Sir Gregory had turned to Nathan, his gaze had softened—not with kindness, but with something that looked like recognition. Almost as if he were seeing someone else entirely in Nathan. Sir Gregory cleared his throat, his authoritative voice cutting through the murmurs. “The auction is over. You may all leave.” The announcement sent a ripple of surprise through the crowd. “But Sir Gregory—” one man began, but the sharp glare he received stopped him mid-sentence. “No questions,” Sir Gregory added firmly. His piercing eyes scanned the room, ensuring that no one else dared to speak. “Leave. Now.” The tension was palpable. Though the guests were filled with curiosity, no one dared challenge Sir Gregory’s command. Slowly, they began to file out of the grand hall. They hoped he wouldn't transfer his anger to them and whispered as they filed out of the hall. “I’ve never seen Sir Gregory act like this,” someone murmured. “Some