Dustin Cage walked out onto the stone porch, a glass of crystal scotch in hand, flanked by four burly, high-tier bodyguards in dark suits. A smug, arrogant grin plastered his face, though it wavered slightly when he saw Alistair step out of the passenger side."Well, well," Dustin sneered, leaning against the marble pillar as he looked down at Elizabeth. "If it isn't the proud heiress of the Bolton family. What are you doing here? I hope it's not to beg me to marry you because I can tell you now, I'm not interested.”“In your dreams Dustin.” Elizabeth coldly remarked. “I'm here because you had the audacity to set a trap for my brother. Who do you think you are?”“Trap?” Dustin feigned ignorance. “I don't know what you are talking about.”“Really?” Elizabeth reached into her blazer pocket, pulling out Victoria Beckham’s sleek, encrypted smartphone, throwing it casually onto the marble steps right at Dustin’s feet.It landed with a loud, sharp crack."Victoria’s personal device," Eliza

Alistair wasn't in a rush so he accepted after which he found a place to sit while waiting for his turn.After almost two hours of waiting, it was finally his turn but just as he waited for the receptionist to call him up, a woman walked in, accompanied by four guards.“Miss Trina.” The receptionist greeted respectfully while the others that were there began to murmur amongst themselves.“Isn't that Miss Trina Merino, daughter of Luther Merino, one of the richest men in the city?”“I think it's her.”“Oh my goodness, she's so beautiful. I've never seen her in person. She looks just like a princess.”“I wish I could talk to her just once.”“Keep dreaming. She only talks with celebrities and the big dogs of society. If you want to talk with her, have at least a billion dollars in your account.”Meanwhile, Alistair was waiting for Trina to finish talking so he could get his card to head in to see the officer in charge of giving out visas.“I need to speak with the officer in charge about

“Alright,” Alistair replied after Isabella's report and then ended the call.“Oh, done with the call already?... So what did your contact say?” Trina asked in a mocking tone, holding back her laughter. “That it's done.”“Oh.” Trina's phone suddenly rang, cutting her off.Frowning, she took out her phone to find that it was her father who was calling her.She answered. “Hey, Dad.”“Trina, who the fuck did you offend!... What have you done!?”Taken aback at her father screaming at her, Trina inquired. “Dad, what's going on?”“What's going on is that we are bankrupt!” “What!?” Trina couldn't believe her ears as her eyes widened in shock.She stared at Alistair, who remained calm even now, merely staring at her.“Dad, what do you mean we are bankrupt?”Others who had been laughing quickly quieted down upon hearing her question.Bankrupt?... What did she mean they were bankrupt?“What the hell do you think bankruptcy means!... We are broke!” Luther screamed at the other end, clearly unab

Alistair didn't turn around.Instead, he reached through the shattered driver's side window of the wrecked Ferrari, his fingers resting gently against Cassandra’s neck.A microscopic pulse of golden celestial qi slipped from his skin into her major arteries, instantly cauterizing the internal hemorrhaging and stabilizing her failing heart.Cassandra let out a soft, shuddering gasp as the life force flooded back into her body, shifting her from the brink of death into a stable, quiet unconsciousness."Hey! Are you deaf, motherfucker?!" Jack roared, unholstering his weapon and leveling the barrel directly at the back of Alistair's head. "I said step away!"Alistair slowly withdrew his hand from the car, smoothing down the cuff of his dark suit jacket.He turned around to face the eight armed men, his golden-tinted eyes glowing with a calm, terrifying majesty under the afternoon sun."You speak of employers and paychecks as if they grant you authority over human life," Alistair murmured,

Inside the quiet VIP suite, Sara slumped back against her pillows, the silence in the room pressing down on her like a physical weight. Her chest heaved with shallow, frustrated breaths.Tears of utter helplessness threatened to spill over her lashes.Adrian’s sharp, cruel words echoed relentlessly in her mind. Your family debtors are on your neck... Connor Group is already dead... homeless in a few days.Every word was a nail in the coffin of her pride.She hated Adrian’s arrogance, hated her parents for trying to sell her off like a piece of distressed real estate, and hated the sheer vulnerability that forced her into a corner.She reached out with a trembling hand, her fingers closing around her phone on the bedside table.Instinctively, her thumb hovered over a contact name she hadn't dared to call in days.Alistair.Biting her lower lip until it turned white, she dialed the number.The call connected almost instantly.On the second ring, that familiar, smooth, effortlessly comm