Alder’s eyes widened.“The most correct choice,” he echoed, nodding slowly. “Mom… you’re right. That place is unbelievable.”Rose beamed. “Unbelievable opportunities require unbelievable places,” she said.Alder stared at the pictures on his phone, drinking in every detail. The glittering chandeliers that hung from impossibly high ceilings, refracting light like liquid crystal. The marble floors, polished to a mirror-like sheen, stretching into rooms lined with velvet-trimmed furniture that spoke of centuries of craftsmanship.Private dining rooms encased in soft golden light, the air seeming to hum with elegance and subtle opulence. For the first time in his life, Alder felt as though he was standing at the threshold of a world far beyond anything he had ever imagined.He was so engrossed that he barely noticed Rose clear her throat sharply, snapping him back to the present.“Alder,” she said firmly. “Listen to me. If this is happening—if someone is willing to take care of the bi

Elaine strode forward, her steps confident and purposeful, and a sharp edge entered her voice as she snapped at Antonio.“You… you haven’t even changed one bit.”Her tone carried a mixture of disdain, jealousy, and barely concealed envy. Deep inside her, she wanted Antonio back but she knew Antonio wouldn't give her that chance.This woman, Cynthia, had been the one standing in her way!She turned toward Cynthia, her eyes narrowing in thinly veiled malice.“It’s just a matter of time… you will regret ever being with him. Just as I regretted being deceived by someone like him.”Elaine’s words dripped with scorn. The jealousy coating her expression lent them a venomous lilt. She held Cynthia’s gaze for a few tense seconds.Rose stepped forward, a thin smile curling on her lips, “Elaine, let’s not waste time with such nonsense. But… seeing Antonio here, strutting as if he owns the place, I have to admit—he’s as arrogant as ever. He sneaked into this place, yet he poses with confidenc

The phone rang several times, each chime echoing loudly.Alder stared at the screen, fingers hovering over the call button, with anxiety and anticipation warring within him. Finally, Jasper’s voice came through.“Hello? Alder, what’s the matter?" Jasper said.Alder wasted no time. He leaned forward, his hand gripping the edge of the table as though it were a lifeline. “Jasper,” he said quickly, his words almost spilling over each other, “I’ve been waiting for you to send me your billionaire friend’s number all this while, but up till now, I haven’t received it. I need it now, immediately.” His tone carried a mix of urgency and mild frustration, the kind born of impatience and sheer disbelief that such a simple request had taken this long.Jasper chuckled softly, the sound smooth and deliberate. “Ah… my friend, you’re in a hurry, I see. Don’t worry. I’ll send you the number right away. No need to panic.” His tone was calm, controlled, almost effortless, as if Alder’s worry were triv

“What?” Elaine hissed under her breath, her voice sharp with disbelief. “Why are they still here?!”Her eyes stayed glued to the scene in front of her as though if she stared hard enough, it might change. But the figures didn’t vanish. Antonio and Cynthia were still walking calmly across the marble flooring of Ambient Suites, their heads slightly bent toward each other in what seemed like quiet conversation.Rose leaned forward instinctively, her mouth parting. She stared harder, squinting, as though expecting their silhouettes to blur and dissolve like a heat-born mirage.“That… that can’t be,” she whispered, her voice thinning with disbelief. “They couldn’t possibly have access here. Maybe security is escorting them out.” She swallowed. “They must have snuck in. There’s no way—no way—that trash could pay for this place.”Elaine folded her arms tightly across her chest, burying her hands under her elbows as jealousy burned hot beneath her skin. Her eyes narrowed into bitter, rese

Elaine’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the glass enclosure far above. The walls were tinted, so the silhouettes were visible, but not the details. She squinted, trying to make sense of the shadowed figures.Her chest tightened with a mix of anticipation and disbelief.She blinked again, focusing and forcing herself to concentrate.Something about the movement of the two figures felt… familiar.“Hmmm,” she muttered, folding her arms in irritation. “That shape… that woman’s posture… doesn’t she look like Cynthia?”Rose's eyes darted between Elaine and the shadows above. “Cynthia? Which Cynthia?”Elaine’s lips tightened. “Antonio’s Cynthia.”Rose nearly choked on air, her hand flying to her throat. “What? That cannot be her. You think someone like her would step foot in the Glass Floor? She may be rich but not rich enough to book that floor. Impossible!”But Elaine was not convinced. Her heart pounded and her stomach twisted as she continued to stare at the silhouettes.The shadows