Mira’s jaw dropped, her gaze shifting toward the interior doors where the VIPs had vanished. "But... How is that possible? She's just Alistair's adopted sister from a nameless, ruined family! Why would Chairman Bolton care about her?""I don't know," Sara muttered, her eyes narrowing into slits as a profound, unsettling confusion began to chip away at her confidence.Ever since the divorce, everything regarding Alistair had defied her understanding.Was Alistair truly just a manipulative parasite riding on the coattails of hidden connections, or was there something far more terrifying hidden beneath his quiet, detached facade?Before she could dwell on the thought any further, the chime of the grand clock echoed through the foyer.6:45 PM."The presentation is about to begin," Sara said, forcing her posture back into a cold, rigid line.She smoothed down her ivory blazer, burying her doubts deep within her corporate ambitions. "Forget about Cecilia. Tonight is our night. Tristan’s cur

A faint, incredibly subtle ripple of amusement passed through Isabella’s elegant features before her expression returned to a cold, unyielding mask."A security threat?" Isabella murmured, her voice carrying a soft, melodic chill that seemed to make the cool night air feel instantly thinner.She stepped forward, her heels clicking perfectly against the pristine concrete. “What's your name?”Marcus gulped hard. “Marcus, ma'am.”Tell me, Marcus, since when does the chief of security for Horizon Hall take it upon himself to classify my guest as a 'trespasser'?"Marcus froze, his scarred jaw dropping slightly.The five guards behind him looked at each other, a collective wave of panic visible in their postures."A... a guest?" Marcus squeaked, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. "But... Master Tristan explicitly stated—""I don't care what anyone explicitly stated," Isabella interrupted smoothly, her tone dropping into a dangerous, quiet register that brooked absolutely no argu

"Alistair has already made a scene, Sara," Tristan said, spinning a web of deceit with a somber, deeply distressed sigh.He stepped forward, carefully stepping around the shattered glass to gently grasp her upper arms.He looked directly into her eyes, his face a perfect picture of a man burdened by protective worry."The chief of security just called me from the lower entrance. He's in the infirmary right now," Tristan lied smoothly, his voice dropping to a grave whisper. "He said Alistair showed up looking completely unhinged. When Marcus politely asked to check his invitation, Alistair snapped. He used some kind of thuggish, back-alley martial arts to brutally assault five of his men, throwing them against the concrete pillars. He explicitly told Marcus that the 'climax' he planned for the Connor family was about to begin."Sara’s stomach dropped into a bottomless void.Her breath hitched.The memory of her phone call with Alistair just an hour ago rushed back—“Tonight's event will

Two uniformed staff members immediately walked onto the stage, carrying a sleek mahogany table upon which lay the glowing digital contract tablets."I invite our lead developer, Master Tristan Cole, to join me in authorizing the launch," Sara said proudly, turning to beam at Tristan.Tristan limped forward, his heart pounding with a dark, triumphant rhythm.He took the electronic pen, looking out over the crowd, his gaze deliberately lingering on Alistair once more. 'It's over, Alistair. I win.'But just as Tristan raised the pen to sign the tablet, the heavy double doors at the very back of the grand auditorium didn't just open—they were violently thrown apart, slamming against the marble walls with an echoing boom that shattered the room's atmosphere."Stop the presentation immediately!"A panicked voice cut through the air.Sara gasped, her corporate smile instantly dying as she looked toward the back of the hall.Tristan’s hand froze mid-air, his face twisting in sudden confusion

Cecilia nodded. “I see. Well then, in that case, I believe you won't mind if we all have a chance to go through the valid documentation you claim to have.”Before Sara could say anything, Tristan spoke up. “Miss, aren't you being too unreasonable? There are over a hundred people in attendance today. To provide the documentation we have for all attendees would take an ungodly amount of time and that is something we cannot possibly allow.”He spoke eloquently but Alistair could tell that Tristan was merely trying to prevent the documentation he had from going under scrutiny.Unfortunately for him, Alistair had already planned ahead of time.He never planned on confronting Sara and Tristan himself.The two had succeeded in ensuring that if he tried to stop them from releasing the cancer cure, they would be able to accuse him of acting simply because he was a disgruntled ex. Though that would be easy to overturn, it was too much of a hassle.So, Alistair decided to utilise other means to