“Quiet!” Mr. Montclair’s voice boomed, instantly cutting his daughter off. “Stop talking nonsense and show some respect!”Lilian’s face flushed with indignation. She folded her arms across her chest and pouted, her eyes fixed on Elijah with fierce, burning hatred. She didn’t say another word, but the way she glared at him made it clear she was ready to beat him up if given the chance.Mr. Montclair ignored her and turned toward Elijah. His arrogant CEO persona vanished, replaced by a humble, desperate father. “Young Doctor, please forgive her behavior. I had to find you urgently this morning because Lilian’s health has taken a terrifying turn since yesterday.”The old man’s voice trembled slightly as he continued. “She fainted at least five times last night. Each time she woke up, there was blood from her nose. She couldn’t get a single wink of sleep; she was awake until dawn. This morning, she has already passed out three more times. I summoned my family doctors and several other not

Elijah’s expression changed slightly. He looked at Lilian with genuine surprise. Stalker? The accusation was so ridiculous he wanted to laugh, but he managed to hold it in.Lilian noticed the flicker of amusement in his eyes. She stamped her foot on the ground in a rage. “You!” she cursed. “Do you think I’ll never find out that you’re just a despicable admirer? Don’t even think about lying today. You’d better just confess that you’re one of my obsessed fans!”Elijah didn’t even hesitate. He looked her straight in the eye and reminded her, “I didn’t even agree to be your boyfriend when you offered me millions.”Lilian’s face twisted with embarrassment. She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached. She was the “Golden Child” of the Montclair family; men usually crawled for a look from her. Being rejected by this man was a stain she couldn’t wash off.She scoffed and stomped again. “Do you think you can pretend to be above my class just so you can secretly spy on me without being suspecte

Old Mr. Montclair stood frozen, his breath hitching in his throat. It took a long moment before he could find his voice. “Is it true? Someone was really targeting my Lilian like this… for six years?”Elijah turned his head slightly, his gaze cold. “The perpetrator is malicious, but not enough to take a life immediately. Instead, they used a binding formation to slowly hollow her out for six years. It’s a quiet, invisible execution.”Elijah didn’t say the rest out loud. He was calculating the missing pieces in the puzzle. Why now? Was the perpetrator losing patience and launching a finishing blow, or had something changed in the Montclair household? There was a missing piece, and he intended to find it.At that moment, the heavy office doors burst open. A group of guards rushed in, carrying an unconscious Lilian. Her head lolled to the side, and her skin had turned pale.“Mr. Montclair! She isn’t waking up! Her pulse is getting weaker!” the lead guard shouted.A fresh layer of sweat br

The attention of everyone in the hallway shifted immediately to Serena DiLaurentis. Her expression was stern, her gaze so fixed on Elijah that she barely noticed the elite guards flanking the Chairman. She charged straight toward him, but the moment she saw Old Mr. Montclair looking her way, her years of corporate experience kicked in. She smoothed her features into a polite smile and bowed slightly.“Mr. Montclair,” she greeted him with professional calm. “Thank you again for giving Derma Pharmaceutical a chance to prove its worth. We won’t disappoint you.”As she spoke, the corners of her eyes flickered toward Elijah. A sharp, silent warning that he was clearly not picking up.The old man waved a hand dismissively. “Ms. DiLaurentis, that is a small matter. It is nothing compared to what your partner—”“I was just thanking Mr. Montclair for the opportunity!” Elijah interrupted, clearing his throat loudly and flashing her a bright, innocent smile.‘What is with these people?’ Elijah

The expression on Elijah’s face changed completely.The Aristocratic Carrington Family.The name rang an instant bell in his mind, echoing with the weight of the vengeance he had running through his veins. He didn’t need to search his memory; the details were etched there.The Carringtons were the oldest aristocratic bedrock of Brooklyn Heights. They had once been the closest allies of the Langston family, only to abandon them on the night of the massacre, standing silent and uninvolved as his Langston name was ruined and erased from history for all the wrong reasons.‘Is this a coincidence?’ Elijah thought, his eyes narrowing slightly at nothing in particular.The Carringtons were currently suffering under the Seven-Scale Curse, a hereditary brand of terror imposed by a mysterious hooded Hex Master. Now, it turned out that this same family had gifted a house to Lilian Montclair—a house whose very foundation was rigged with a talisman for