The sunlight streamed through the Grand Royal Hotel's massive windows, casting golden patterns across the marble floor of the lobby. Faye Langford sat in one of the plush velvet armchairs, absentmindedly flipping through a business magazine while her mind wandered elsewhere.Her first week working with Group A had been exhilarating—the resources at her disposal were beyond anything she'd imagined. Chairman Hargrove had personally introduced her to the executive team, emphasizing how her innovative designs would revolutionize their tech division. Yet despite this professional triumph, something felt incomplete.Yemin hasn't called or texted since the welcome party, Faye thought, checking her phone for the twentieth time that morning. He made all this possible, and then just... disappeared.She'd left seven voicemails and sent countless messages, all unanswered. It wasn't like Yemin to ignore her completely. After everything they'd been through, his silence was worrying."Penny for your

Katherine Shaw paced across the marble floor of her penthouse, her Louboutin heels clicking with each furious step. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed the glittering cityscape below, a view that once filled her with pride but now only reminded her of all she stood to lose."That pathetic leech!" she spat, hurling a crystal tumbler against the wall. It shattered, sending shards across the imported Italian tiles. "How dare he humiliate us like this!"James Franx lounged on the white leather sofa, his expression dark as he swirled amber liquid in his glass. The bruises on his face from his earlier encounter with Yemin had faded but the wounds to his pride remained raw."Calm down, Katherine. Breaking things won't solve our problem," he said, though his voice held no real conviction.Katherine whirled toward him, her eyes blazing. "Calm down? CALM DOWN? Do you have any idea what that nobody has cost us? My reputation is in tatters! The Shaw name is becoming a laughingstock!""You think I

The headline screamed across the city's most popular tabloid: "SHAW'S EX-HUSBAND BEATEN TO PULP AT LUXURY RESTAURANT." A blurry photo showed Yemin being dragged out by security, his face bruised. The subheading read: "Faye Langford's New Boy Toy Can't Fight His Own Battles."Katherine's manicured finger traced the headline, her lips curving into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. The newspaper lay spread across her marble kitchen island, morning sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows."I don't believe it," she muttered, scanning the article. "The one thing that leech could do was fight."James peered over her shoulder, coffee mug in hand. "Maybe your ex isn't as tough as you thought.""No," Katherine shook her head firmly. "I've seen him fight. This doesn't make sense.""Well," James set down his mug with a decisive click, "there's one way to find out."Katherine's eyes gleamed. "The article says he's at Metropolitan General.""What a shame," James smirked. "We should pa

Thirty minutes passed. Tyler Monroe remained motionless on the hospital bed, his small chest rising and falling in the same labored rhythm. The heart monitor continued its steady beeping, but nothing else had changed.Dr. Winters crossed his arms and smiled coldly. "Well, well. Look at that—absolutely nothing. Congratulations, you've successfully poisoned a six-year-old child.""I'm calling the police right now," Dr. Davies announced, pulling out his phone with theatrical satisfaction. "This is attempted murder disguised as medical treatment."Yemin stood calmly beside Tyler's bed, his expression unchanged. "Go ahead and call them. While you're at it, maybe you should reserve cells for yourselves—your incompetence nearly killed this boy weeks ago.""Are you seriously trying to blame us for your failure?" Dr. Winters laughed harshly. "You're the one who just administered God knows what into that child's bloodstream!"James stepped forward, his chest puffed with vindication. "This is pe

The youngest thug's grimy hand reached toward Alessia's silk blouse, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. But before he could make contact, something unexpected happened.Alessia Wrenford stood up with fluid grace, her initial terror replaced by an icy composure that seemed to radiate authority. The thug's hand froze mid-air as she fixed him with a withering stare that could have cut glass."Do you have any idea who you're touching?" Alessia's voice carried the unmistakable tone of someone accustomed to command, her earlier fear completely evaporated.The thug blinked, momentarily taken aback by her sudden transformation. "I-I don't care who you think you are, princess.""Princess?" Alessia laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. "You pathetic fool. I am Alessia Wrenford, daughter of Richard Wrenford, CEO of Wrenford Pharmaceuticals. Do you understand what that means?"The color drained from the young thug's face as the name registered. Wrenford Pharmaceuticals was one of th