Grace Ainsworth, now standing in front of Serena, slowly lifted her veil to reveal her beautiful face with refined features. A small smile hung on her lips, making her appear to anyone as a harmless young woman.“Ms. DiLaurentis, you don't have to sound hostile,” Grace said calmly, the smile still on her face.Even Margaret stepped forward and said quickly, “Sweet Serena, I know you're sad about what happened yesterday, but don't chase other people away because of that. Ms. Ainsworth has graced us with her presence, so we must welcome her.” She smiled sheepishly as she moved a chair quickly for Grace Ainsworth to sit.Serena's fist was clenched under the table, and she gritted her teeth so that her face twisted. This woman was the last person she had expected to appear in her office today.Grace took her seat and clasped her hands, then said in a gentle tone, “I know we are starting off on the wrong foot because of what one of my subordinates did to you. He might be dead, but I'm h

The two prizefighters looked at each other and their expressions twisted into something even more dangerous.They were known as the two renowned undefeated prizefighters in Sorevia, who used to be high in the ranking system after continuously defeating their opponents in underground rings without a single loss.People kissed the ground where they walked and took another path when they saw them coming. No one dared to offend people of their status, yet this ordinary person in shabby clothing dared to look them in the eye. What insolence…!They almost stomped.“Since you want to die, don’t blame us for killing you today.”One placed his hand on Elijah’s left shoulder and the other on his right, their eyes brimming with murderous intent.“Why are you touching him!?” Just when they moved to apply pressure to Elijah’s bones, Serena jumped to her feet and approached them quickly with a feisty expression. She could see Elijah cornered against the wall like a rat, the two hefty men grabbing

“Ms. Smith, are you sure about this? Julius Black knows nothing about medicine, and he isn’t even familiar with the activities of the health department yet.”It was evening, toward the close of the day, and Rosalie Smith was seated in the CEO’s office with a proposal to make Julius her apprentice in the toxicology department.Serena didn’t want to grant this until she had found out why a high-class person would take an interest in her poor, insolent husband, but Ms. Smith was a toxicology asset the DiLaurentis couldn’t afford to lose.Rosalie uncrossed her legs, took a breath, and said clearly, “That’s even better, Ms. DiLaurentis. Someone with no toxicology background would be easier to teach from scratch.”She couldn’t reveal that she was really the apprentice and that Julius, who was moving into her department, would be her master.Serena still said, “Ms. Smith, I’ll approve this right away, but I’m just curious: why do you want Julius as y

The Old Central Bar was alive with energy that Saturday night, filled with the hum of laughter, clinking glasses, and the smooth rhythm of jazz flowing from the live band in the corner.The dim amber lighting cast a warm glow across the polished mahogany bar and the rows of premium bottles arranged behind it.It was only a five-minute drive from the Medical Center, tucked away in a part of Brooklyn Heights where successful professionals came to unwind after long workweeks.When Serena DiLaurentis stepped through the entrance, several heads turned in her direction.She wore a midnight-blue evening gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. She was breathtaking, and she didn't even realize it.Serena glanced down at her phone to confirm the table number Wilson had texted her, then made her way through the bar with careful steps in her modest heels.She slid into the booth, placed her small purse on the table, and then looked around uneasily.This wasn't her scene at all.Seren

Serena adjusted herself in her seat and looked between the two men with a thoughtful expression. “Now that you’re here, Mr. Rosenberg, we really need to discuss how to compensate Mr. Blackwell for his assistance with the Brotherhood Gang matter.”She turned her gaze to Carl with genuine concern. “You definitely couldn’t have carried out such a dangerous negotiation for free. Please, name your price. The Medical Center owes you more than we could ever repay, but we have to try.”Carl held up his hand and shook his head with a smile. “Ms. DiLaurentis, you’re too kind, but there’s really no need for that.” He gestured toward Wilson. “You see, Mr. Rosenberg here is actually an old friend of mine. I owed him a favor from way back—a pretty significant one, truth be told. When he called me and asked for help with the Brotherhood matter, I called in that favor. So really, I was just settling a debt between friends.”Serena’s eyes widened in surprise, and she turned sharply to Wilson. “Is that