Nancy Falkner’s face turned pale, and she instinctively took a step backward.“I guess I didn’t include that in my CV.” Liam Turner laughed even more maniacally. “Now that you have offended me, I will not only take this woman with me. Madam Falkner, you must come with me too to please me.”“Liam Turner, you are bold!” The head of security, Marcus, roared and rushed at him at full speed. He swung the metal club, and it struck the man square in the ankle, but the giant simply groaned like an animal.Marcus didn’t wait and struck the club again at the other ankle, but the huge man laid hold of his neck and raised him into the air. “Did you not hear when I said I was a sumo fighter? Your likes are no match for me. You will have to be half my size before you can think of having a chance.”“Let go of him now!” Ms. Falkner shouted, seeing the head of security getting choked out of breath.Liam threw Marcus away so that he crashed against the wal

“Julius... Um... What is that?” Nancy Falkner stammered slightly, pausing her retreat and turning back to face Serena with a calculated look of confusion.Serena spoke quicker than ever, the words tumbling out. “I was with someone else at the company. Was he in the room or did... I mean...” Her sentence collapsed into a muddled string of syllables as she desperately tried to stitch the fragmented pieces of her mind together. All she could vividly remember was the terrifying weight of Liam Turner tearing the buttons from her blouse, followed by the sudden noise of commotion echoing through the office as though a small army of guards had entered the space. Yet, a stubborn flicker of memory kept projecting the infuriating face of her insolent husband through the haze. There he was in her mind’s eye, kneeling directly in front of her paralyzed body, whispering pompously that he would never allow anyone to lay a hand on her. Could that protective presence just be a hallucination conjure

Meanwhile, inside the walls of the hospital ward.... “Where is that bastard? Ah, I see, you are his errand servant now, ain’t you?” Margaret snatched the purse right out of Richard’s hands, her sharp nails digging into the leather as she began to tear through the contents. “I am sure he must have stolen something and run away.”Serena stretched her hand toward her mother, her voice carrying a heavy, exhausted calm. “Dad was just helping me out.”“Hmph! Take his side all you want.” Margaret shoved the purse directly into Serena’s chest and folded her arms in a rigid stance. “Hurry up and confirm what he stole. I will call the police to hunt him down.”“Can he even pay back anything? Even my sister’s lipstick will feed him for the rest of the month,” Rosalie snickered from the side of the bed, amusement dancing in her eyes.Margaret snorted, raising her chin with disdain. “You think I don’t know that? We are locking him in a jail cell without bail.”“Actually...” Serena’s brow furrowed

The cold smile returned to Peter’s face. “You really think highly of yourself, Serena. What makes you think you are of any value in my sight? Only garbage goes for someone like you. I am not Anthony.”Serena’s eyes turned stern and dangerous, but she kept her breathing steady, holding her anger strictly in check.“I have always been shortsighted, thinking you were the most beautiful woman this nation has to offer. My sister is the true number one, by the way. But this vacation has opened my eyes to see how worthless and insignificant you really are.” He raised his chin toward the ceiling, drawing in a deep breath as though he were the main character in a movie set.The crease on Serena’s forehead deepened into a tight knot, but she still refused to make a move against the provocation.Peter dropped his chin and clasped his hands once again. “I am a prince, and you have always been the roadside trash I graciously extended my righteous hand to, yet you have always refused. The gap betwe

The sun had long surrendered Brooklyn Heights to the grip of the night. Most families would already be retiring to their beds by this time of the day but it was quite different for the aristocratic Carrington Family.The entire extended bloodline—dozens of men, women, teenagers and even children, shivered together on the cold paving stones outside the main house, their anxious whispers flying through the air.“Is Grandpa certain this is the actual Elijah Langston? Hasn’t the heir of the Langston family been dead for over fifteen years?”“He is not dead. Have you not heard the whispers of the Insolent Expert? He has been tearing through the Great Families for days now, and no one have been able to stop him. Do you actually believe the Lancaster propaganda that their warehouses were leveled by accidental fire incidents? Hmph.”“The Insolent Expert. Isn’t he the one the media paints as a ruthless extortionist? They say he is just trying to bleed the Great Families of their wealth.”“We a