Chapter One-Hundred and Eighty-OneIgnoring Gerald’s outburst entirely as he pulled his hands out of his canvas jacket and leaned into Gerald, his long fingers adjusting his cuffs. “The Moore Syndicate controls sixty percent of the prime commercial logistics lines running through the northern port. By tomorrow morning, those lines must be legally transferred directly into the hands of Lina’s independent shipping branch. However… she must not know that I have any connection to this ledger. You will present it as a corporate partnership based entirely on her own professional merits. Do you understand my meaning, Gerald?”Gerald’s brain short-circuited for a fraction of a second, but his ancestral tycoon training instantly caught the master’s intent.Adrian Vale was the supreme master with the medicine he needed to cure his father and increase his wealth into something that could buy and sell nations. Yet, he was deliberately concealing his identity, choosing to remain a slouched, submis

Chapter One-Hundred and Eighty-ThreeThe entire VIP intensive care unit fell into a dead, suffocating silence.The digital monitors were no longer screaming a flatline. Instead, they let out a steady, healthy, rhythmic beep... beep... beep... that sounded like a drum of victory.Dr. Western stood frozen like a stone statue, his mouth hanging open so wide a piece of fruit could fit inside it. His premium medical clipboard slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly against the polished floorboards.“This... this is completely impossible!” Dr. Western stammered, his eyes bulging as he rushed toward the bed. He frantically grabbed his stethoscope, his hands trembling violently as he pressed it against Lord Harrison Moore’s chest.He listened for three seconds, and his face turned whiter than a sheet of paper.There was no trace of organ failure. Harrison’s heart was pumping blood with the ferocious, powerful drive of a twenty-five-year-old athlete. Even more shocking, as Dr. Western brea

Chapter One-Hundred and Eighty-FiveAdrian paused mid-stride, his face instantly smoothing out into his usual harmless, slightly clumsy expression. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his faded canvas jacket and walked into the living room, carrying the crinkling plastic bag of fresh market groceries.“Lina? What’s wrong?” Adrian asked, his voice soft, gentle, and full of the standard obedience a live-in husband was supposed to show.Lina was sitting on the edge of the fabric sofa, her laptop open on the coffee table but completely ignored. Her beautiful face was tight with stress, her fingers nervously twisting her silver wedding ring. Across from her sat Martha, who had finally washed the mud off her skin, though her face was still pale and her eyes were completely bloodshot. The moment Adrian walked into the room, Martha violently flinched, pulling her legs tight against the sofa cushion as if a venomous snake had just entered the room.Lina didn't notice her mother’s bizarre,

Chapter One-Hundred and Eighty-Seven“Miss Vale, please do not be alarmed,” Gerald said quickly, his voice carrying a warm, deeply reverent cadence. “The board of directors at the Moore Syndicate spent the entire night reviewing the logistics structures of Cape City and after an extensive evaluation of your professional background, your innovative corporate management strategies, and your independent shipping merits, our patriarch, Lord Harrison Moore, has reached a definitive conclusion.”Gerald stepped forward, opened his briefcase with trembling, respectful hands, and placed a thick, gold-embossed legal document directly on Lina’s desk.“This is the Sovereign Port Allocation Decree,” Gerald announced clearly, his voice echoing through the quiet room. “Effective at eight-fifteen this morning, the Moore Syndicate is completely dissolving their primary ownership over sixty percent of the northern port logistics lines. We are legally transferring the absolute, permanent operating right

Chapter One-Hundred and Eighty-NineNews inside the high-society circles of Cape City traveled faster than wildfire.Less than twenty minutes after Lina pressed her pen to the transfer document, an official corporate notification was blasted across the entire internal network of the Moore Syndicate. The headline of the Moore Syndicate transferring 60% of the northern port logistics lines to Lina independent shipping firm for immediate strategic partnership shook the upper crust of the city to the absolute coreInside a high-end luxury cafe downtown, Seraphina Moore was holding her tablet, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes scanned the corporate alert. The glass of iced coffee in her hand tilted dangerously, nearly spilling onto her designer dress.“Lina?! Sixty percent of the northern port lines?!” Seraphina whispered, her heart pounding with a sudden, overwhelming wave of panic.Seraphina unlike her ruthless first cousin Gerald or her arrogant aunts, actually had a heart.