Lilian’s glare sharpened the moment Elijah spoke her name, and she snapped her head back like a furious cat bristling at an uninvited touch.“Who do you think you are to ask me what I’m doing here?” she barked, her voice rising through the hallway. “This is Crescent Technologies, not your backyard. I go wherever I want.”Elijah merely shook his head at her outburst. Of course she would start this way.Her face flushed with resentment—not the petty annoyance of the moment, but a deeper humiliation still festering from the last time they met. It was written all over her expression.How could she not be furious?This was the same man… the same ordinary-looking nobody who had dared reject her offer to be her boyfriend. She, the five-time “Best Looking Model” of Brooklyn Heights, had descended from her pinnacle to select him, only for him to look her in the eyes and say, “I’m not interested.”And then… the greater humiliation.Her father had shown up and bowed before this same man. Her f

Grace Ainsworth was dressed in all black that morning, a veil covering the upper part of her face as she made her way out of the main building of the Ainsworth mansion.The butler who was standing outside hurried forward and told her in a polite tone, “Madam, Anthony Lancaster is here.”She simply waved him off and walked toward the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked in front of the mansion when Anthony appeared from the side.His face was twisted with rage as he began to say, “Grace, how dare you reject all of my calls? I’ve been calling since last night. Those at the first gate didn’t even let me in until this morning.” He clenched his fist.Grace finally turned her head, just enough for the faint curve of her lips to be visible beneath the veil. Her voice was cool, almost bored. “Let me remind you that you’re not talking to one of your whores, Anthony. You can be thrown out.”“You!” He gritted his teeth, his eyes turning red. “My family agreed to settle you with 40% of our initial sales o

They turned to the door to see a fair-skinned woman approaching in her usual silk blouse and high-waisted black trousers. Her steps were unhurried, but her expression was stern as she drew closer.Ms. Rosalie Smith.Wilson Rosenberg's expression brightened at the sight of the beautiful woman approaching, and he quickly composed himself.After the CEO herself, Ms. Smith was the next most sought-after woman at the Medical Center. She had rejected his advances many times and those of many other men, but he wouldn't give up.Even though he had his eyes on the number-one ranked beauty of Brooklyn Heights, there was no rule that he couldn't go after another beautiful-skinned woman."Ms. Smith—you're here." He smiled sheepishly, but she ignored him and stood by Elijah's side.Rosalie's eyes focused on Lisa as she asked, in a tone that was neither calm nor harsh, "Who fired Julius?" As she spoke, she snatched the termination letter from Elijah and looked through it.A deep frown formed on h

Serena's body began to tremble from pure, unbridled rage. Her fists clenched so tightly at her sides that her knuckles turned white, and her breathing became rapid. None of this made any sense. This was Rosalie Smith—a woman of exceptional class and dignity, someone who stood far above the social station of her insolent, thick-skinned husband. A woman who had rejected countless suitors, including men of power and prestige. She had even turned down many men at this medical center without a second thought. And yet here she was, standing beside Julius of all people, willing to stake her reputation on him. Willing to take responsibility for him. What could possibly make a woman like Rosalie Smith do such a thing? Serena's mind raced, her thoughts spiraling. Ms. Smith had never found anyone she deemed capable of working in toxicology under her supervision. She was notoriously selective and impossibly demanding. She would rather shoulder the entire workload for all four district m

Elijah was stunned for a while; it took him a few seconds to process her words."Lock the door..." he repeated, as though he hadn't heard her the first time.The last time she had asked him to lock the door that way, he thought they were going to have a good time in her office, but she had proceeded to ask him questions about his connection to the business tycoon George Foster. What if she was planning to beat him to death this time? How would he escape?He, of course, didn't dare tell her this, but it was as though she could read him."You!" Her expression grew fiercer and she charged in his direction.Before he could say anything, she walked past him, locked the door, then rested her back against it and folded her arms.Elijah simply turned to face her and scratched his brow, prepared for her grilling, when she suddenly asked a question that threw him off balance. "Julius, tell me the truth—are you into witchcraft?"Huh?His eyes widened and the casual expression on his face fled i