Sara immediately frowned. “Mom, is everything alright?”“Nothing is alright! And nothing will be alright until Alistair Reid is punished for his actions!” Jocelyn said in a tone that almost seemed like she was crying.“Mom, I don't understand. What are you talking about?”"Your brother and I were just doing some simple shopping at the supermarket, preparing for our return," Jocelyn wailed into the phone, her voice carrying a practiced, trembling pitch of pure victimization. "And that animal, Alistair, cornered us! He started hurling insults at your brother, mocking our family, and bragging about how he was going to ruin the Connor Group’s launch tonight!"Sara’s grip tightened on her leather folio. Her heart skipped a beat, a cold weight dropping into her stomach. "Alistair? Mom, are you sure? Why would he even be at that supermarket? And what do you mean he cornered you?""Are you questioning your own mother, Sara?!" Jocelyn snapped, her faux-tears instantly hardening into a sharp, d

"Stop lying, Alistair!" Sara’s voice cracked over the receiver, her frustration bubbling to the surface.She was standing in the center of the grand auditorium, tightly gripping her phone as several tech crew members glanced her way. She lowered her voice to a harsh, trembling whisper. "My mother is hysterical, and Patrick is on his way to the clinic right now! They have absolutely no reason to invent something like this. Patrick just got back to Haven today, and the first thing you do is corner them at a supermarket and threaten our company's launch?""Corner them?" Alistair let out a quiet, low chuckle—a sound that made Sara’s blood run cold. "They blocked my path, demanded half a million dollars as an arbitrary 'servant fee' for my three years in your household, and your brother attempted to grab me by my jacket. If he tripped over a wine display while throwing a tantrum, he has only his own clumsiness to blame."Sara froze for a split second.The mention of the five hundred thous

Any other man would be in heaven having been visited by two of the richest, most powerful, and most beautiful women in all of Haven. It would be an honour that they would keep close for the rest of their life.However, Alistair thought differently.In that moment, when he wished for nothing more than to enjoy the hot meal he'd made, he saw the two women's unannounced visit as an annoyance. He stepped out just in time to hear the two in a heated argument.“How did you find out about this place?” Elizabeth asked with a deep frown. “Oh please, do you really think this house is that well hidden that I wouldn't be able to find it?” Isabella replied. “Hmmph, you are supposed to get permission from either my father or me before coming here,” Elizabeth remarked. “Oh? But I thought you handed this place over to Master Reid. So are you saying that despite handing this place over to Master Reid, you still consider it yours?” Isabella sneered.“That… of course not! Fine then, did you get Mas

It wasn't just food—it was structurally perfect nourishment, prepared by someone with an absolute, microscopic mastery over life-energy parameters.Beside Isabella, Elizabeth took her first bite, and a soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips.Her family dined at three-star Michelin restaurants across Europe every week, yet nothing she had ever tasted carried this level of profound, soul-soothing depth.For a few seconds, the fierce rivalry between the two women completely vanished, replaced by a stunned, reverent silence as they thoroughly savored the few bites they had been granted.Alistair finished his meal in perfect silence, entirely unbothered by their starry-eyed expressions.He placed his plate in the sink, washed his hands, and checked the sleek silver watch on his wrist."Your five minutes are up," Alistair announced, his voice snapping them out of their culinary trance.He picked up a dark, tailored suit jacket resting on the back of a nearby chair, slipping it over his lin

Sara’s heart leaped with corporate ambition. Caleb Bolton was the white whale she had been chasing for months.If not for Alistair's actions the last time she met with Caleb Bolton, she would have already been in business with him. If the Bolton Group invested even a fraction of its capital into the Connor Group’s new oncology drug, her company would instantly catapult to a multi-billion-dollar valuation overnight.She immediately stepped forward, preparing her most dazzling, deferential greeting. "Chairman Bolton, it is an absolute honor to—"Before Sara could even finish her sentence, Caleb Bolton walked right past her extended hand, his entire focus locked onto Alistair's adopted sister."Miss Reid, it is truly an honor," Caleb said, his voice laced with a deep, unfeigned reverence that shocked the surrounding executives.Despite being three times her senior and holding unparalleled wealth in the province, the grand patriarch of the Bolton family bowed his head slightly toward C