She continued breathing heavily, “Answer me! What do you think you’re doing, you a**hole!” she cursed.“I thought you didn’t want anything from me, so why are you trying your best now, huh?!” she continued ranting, forgetting her current condition.Lucas, who had been in these kinds of situations before, knew it was best to keep shut or it would just lead to more arguments.He walked over to the drawer and pulled out an old medic box—one his mentor hadonce used to save lives.While she ranted from the bed, he opened it, grabbed a silver needle, wiped it clean,and disinfected it with practiced ease.“What were you doing there?” she questioned, but Lucas didn’t respond to her rants, just walked up to her. “Why won’t you answer me?”“Because you’re not feeling too good,” he muttered, briefly putting his hand on her forehead, then leaned closer to her.He took the needle and aimed for her chest, and in immense panic and fear, she hit his hand away. Luckily, he held the needle firm

The tension in the air was palpable, and Lucas could understand why people were shocked about her being here.Bruno and Rebecca turned toward the entrance and saw her, their expressions changing immediately.“Did you invite her?” Rebecca asked Bruno in a low voice, eyes wide with surprise.Bruno hesitated. The truth was—he hadn’t, but this was his moment to shine. So he straightened his shoulders and nodded. “Yeah, I wasn’t sure she’d actually come to the wedding.”Rebecca’s face lit up. She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly in front of everyone. “Thank you, Bruno,” she said sweetly, then turned and shot Lucas a smug look.The crowd stirred. It started with a whisper. Then it spread like wildfire.“Wait… is that really her?”“No way—that’s Pamela Bellingham.”“The Pamela? From the Bellingham family in East City?”“She’s the eldest daughter, right? I heard she never shows up to public events.”“She must’ve come to bless the wedding,” Elias said, adjusting his tux

“He's worse than I expected,” Doctor Álvarez said darkly.“We're out of time. If we don't operate immediately, he won't make it.”“No.” Doctor Lex stepped in front of him, arms crossed.Doctor Álvarez frowned. “What do you think you're doing?”“I'm simply just reminding you what the young man said,” Lex replied.“He told us not to remove the needles. He said he'd return in three hours.”“You mean he boy you spoke about earlier?” Doctor Álvarez scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “You're really following the orders of an unprofessional who doesn't have a degree in medicine?”“He cured Mr. Alberto earlier,” Lex's tone was colder than before. “Something even I couldn't manage.”“And look where we are now!” Álvarez's voice rose. “Back to square one! That boy fled the moment things got risky. If we wait any longer, we're sentencing this man to death.”Mr. Jerry turned toward his daughter, Pamela. “Call him, try reaching out to him.”Pamela already had her phone close to her ear, pacing near the w

“Well? What's the matter, Bruno?” Lucas’s voice cut like ice, slicing through the hush that had settled.Bruno opened his mouth, but no words came—only a tense swallow. His posture stiffened, the color draining from his face as he stood in silence.“I….” he stammered, then chuckled weakly. “Jackie and I—we go way back, of course, but he's, uh… a private man, so….”But the pause was too long, and the words felt too empty. The eyes around him sharpened, the calculating looks turning skeptical. Whispers began to ignite like brushfire.“He has to be lying… that was way too vague.”Even the Jiang noble who'd shaken his hand earlier now retracted it subtly, slipping it behind his back as if it had touched something foul.“Maybe he never even met Jackie in the first place,” someone muttered.“This whole story might just be garbage after all.”Bruno’s pulse roared in his ears. He turned to the crowd, trying to find a friendly face, but the admiration from moments ago had already soured into d

“A fake? Are you saying someone sold a fake at a Goldmaster auction? That’s impossible!”“You again!” a cold voice snapped, slicing through the murmurs of the crowd.“You've caused enough disruption.”Heads turned as a tall man in a crimson brocade suit strode forward from the shadows of the side wing. His presence radiated power. It was Alex Bulford, the true boss behind the auction.He stopped in front of Lucas, his gaze sharp and accusing.“I know your type,” Alex sneered, voice dripping with contempt.“Nothing is going for you in your own life, so you show up here—hoping to feel important on my turf.”He took a slow step forward, clearly enjoying the rising tension in the room.“A failure. Useless. Probably can’t even hold down a real job, huh?” His grin curled like a knife. “And now you’re here, trying to play hero? Who gave you the guts?”Alex raised a hand and pointed lazily at the door.“I’ll count to three,” he said. “If you’re still standing there when I’m done—don’t blame