“Sara, don't do this!” Stacy pleaded as two guards grabbed her by the arms. “Call Alistair! Just talk to him, he’ll tell you—”“Don’t you dare mention his name to me!” Sara screamed, her face flushed with rage. “He’s the one who poisoned your mind, isn't he? He can't stand to see me succeed without him, so he’s using you to rot my company from the inside!”As the guards began to drag a sobbing Stacy toward the glass doors, they nearly collided with a man entering the building.Alistair Reid stood there, his presence immediately dominating the space. His eyes fell on Stacy’s bruised face and the red handprints on her cheeks.“Let her go,” Alistair said in a tone so cold that the security guards felt a chill run down their spines.They instinctively let go of Stacy. “Alistair?” Sara’s eyes widened, then narrowed into slits. “What are you doing here? Come to see the damage your little spy tried to do?”Alistair ignored her, stepping forward to steady Stacy.He took a handkerchief from

Sara snorted. “Don't worry, I won't.” With that, Alistair helped Stacy to her feet and together, they left the building.Seeing Alistair help Stacy while Stacy leaned on his shoulder caused Sara's anger to intensify. Unbeknownst to Sara, this was a result of jealousy. “Sara, just let them go,” Tristan said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “At the end of the day, we have to accept that Alistair is just a really jealous man. He can't accept that after he left, you are doing well for yourself, so he tried to sabotage you.”“Hmmph, such a despicable man. I'm guessing he thought we would beg him like Dad said we should.” Mira said.“Once the cancer cure is made public and we make money off of it, maybe we can try reaching out to Alistair and making him understand that his worries are unfounded,” Tristan said warmly. Sara glanced at him, managing a smile. “I honestly wish Alistair were more like you. Despite everything he did, you are still willing to help get us back together. Unfo

Hearing Dustin's voice, Cutthroat flared up. “I should be asking you that, you bastard.”“What?”“You sent me on a suicide mission, right? Thankfully the target was merciful enough to let me off otherwise I'd be a cold corpse by now. Listen here, you'd best not call me again otherwise I'll forget about the relationship I have with your family and send you to an early grave!” Then, Cutthroat ended the call, leaving Dustin too stunned to speak.Suicide mission? Merciful enough to let him off?What did Cutthroat mean by that?Perplexed, Dustin decided to get his father to speak with Cutthroat. Meanwhile, by the time Alistair got to the Manchester Hotel, it was already quite late. With the auction for the spirit-nurturing primordial dew happening by 10pm at the Hidden Dragon Auction Hall and the time currently being 7pm, Alistair had only three hours to prepare before making his way over. However, just as he walked into the premises of the hotel, he was immediately accosted by a few b

Glaring daggers at Alistair, Charlotte lashed out. “Are you hard of hearing or are you just trying to act dumb? Listen, my daughter Elizabeth is the apple of my eyes and my greatest treasure, so I will not allow a nobody like you to taint her in any way. Sure, you may have saved her life but we have paid you handsomely for it. You've done your job, now stay away and stop trying to be a frog thirsting after swan meat. Do you understand me?” Only now did Alistair accept that this was no courtesy call.He'd already guessed it but he didn't want to believe that Charlotte would be so foolish and shallow-minded. Alistair leaned back in the plush velvet chair, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.He didn't look offended; he looked amused, which only served to irritate Charlotte further."A frog thirsting after swan meat," Alistair repeated, the words tasting like ash. "You have quite a way with metaphors, Lady Charlotte. Tell me, does Elizabeth know you’re here, or are you doing this w

“I'm here for the auction at the Hidden Dragon.” Alistair casually remarked. The guards exchanged disbelieving looks briefly before bursting into mocking laughter. “Oh my goodness, I don't think I heard you right. You said you are here for the auction?” One of the guards said amidst the laughter. “Is that a problem?” Alistair asked, furrowing his brows. “You must be out of your mind. No, you are definitely out of your mind.” “I think poverty has infected his brain so much that he can't think straight anymore.”The guards mocked Alistair relentlessly, but Alistair didn't care. Instead, he stood his ground, his expression remaining calm despite the guards' attempts to infuriate him. It would be beneath him to react to their shallow mindset. "I’ll say it one more time," Alistair said, his voice level. "I am here for the auction. I suggest you check the guest list or call your supervisor before you make a mistake you can't undo."The first guard, a burly man with a crooked nose, s