Sector 1. Metropolis. The Central Botanical Gardens.A crowd of panicked onlookers had formed a wide circle on the paved walking path. Lying on the ground, gasping for breath, was CEO Su, the city's most famous and beautiful ice-cold executive. She had just been bitten on the calf by a highly venomous, escaped viper.Suddenly, a young man in a faded tunic burst through the crowd. It was Lin Tian, the descendant of the Divine Medical Mountain."Out of my way, mortals!" Lin Tian yelled, dropping to his knees beside the semi-conscious CEO. He took one look at her pale, beautiful face and smirked. "The 'Icy Jade Poison'. If I don't extract it now, she will die in three minutes. I have no choice. As a healer, my heart is pure!"Without calling for an ambulance, Lin Tian grabbed the collar of CEO Su's expensive silk blouse. "I must stimulate her heart meridian first!" he declared, preparing to rip her shirt open and place his hands inappropriately on her chest, before bending down to suck t

Sector 2. Metropolis. The Grand Estate of the Li Family.The master bedroom was heavy with the scent of sterile medical equipment and impending grief.Laying in the hyperbaric medical bed was Patriarch Li, his heart monitor beeping faintly. Standing beside him, weeping softly, was his granddaughter, Li Xue, a brilliant and beautiful young woman holding her grandfather's pale hand.Standing on the other side of the bed was Chen Tian, the self-proclaimed 'Divine Doctor of the Hidden Valley'. He wasn't looking at the dying patient; his eyes were entirely fixed on Li Xue's figure with a predatory, arrogant smirk."The doctors are useless. He has five minutes left," Chen Tian announced casually, picking his fingernails. "My 'Nine-Heavens Acupuncture' can cure him instantly. But I don't work for free, Miss Li.""I will give you anything!" Li Xue cried out, reaching for her purse. "Ten million credits? Fifty million? Half of our company shares?!""Keep your dirty money," Chen Tian sneered, t

Zackary Thorne leaned back in the plush leather seat of his limited-edition Bugatti La Voiture Noire. He didn't have a driver’s license, nor did he have a job, but that didn't matter. Just yesterday, he had been a broke college dropout. Today, he was bound to the "Supreme Spendthrift System." Every time he breathed, a thousand dollars was deposited into his bank account.He was currently in the middle of purchasing the entire Grand Horizon Hotel just to fire a receptionist who had rolled her eyes at his sweatpants."Swipe it," Zackary sneered, throwing a black titanium card onto the marble front desk. "Buy the building. Keep the change."The receptionist trembled, but before she could touch the card, a sleek, silver drone hovered into the lobby, projecting a holographic perimeter around Zackary.The glass doors slid open, and Lucas King walked in. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, accompanied by two agents wearing the insignia of the King Dynamics Financial Crimes Division."

The rain pounded against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Sterling Tower penthouse. Damian Sterling, the ruthlessly handsome and allegedly omnipotent CEO of the Sterling Empire, slammed his hand against the glass, trapping his secretary, Chloe, between his arm and the window."Did you really think you could run from me, Chloe?" Damian whispered, his voice dripping with toxic obsession. "You signed the contract. You are mine. If you try to leave this penthouse again, I will ensure your brother's medical bills go unpaid, and your family's bakery is bulldozed by tomorrow morning."Chloe trembled, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Please, Mr. Sterling. This is madness. I just want to quit.""No one quits Damian Sterling," he sneered, leaning in closer. "I own this city. I own the police. I own—"Ding.The private elevator, which required biometric clearance that only Damian possessed, glided open with a soft chime.Lucas King stepped out. He was impeccably dressed in a midnight-blue sui

The atmosphere in the Winthrop Manor’s grand study was thick with manufactured grief. Isabella, the elegant, tearful "daughter" of the house, clutched her chest, leaning delicately against her mother."I just feel so terrible," Isabella sobbed. "Mia has suffered so much living in the slums. If giving her my bedroom and my trust fund shares will make her happy... I'll do it. I'll just leave.""Nonsense, sweetheart!" Mrs. Winthrop snapped, glaring at the thin, quiet girl sitting on the opposite sofa. Mia, the biological daughter they had just located after eighteen years, looked exhausted and out of place in her faded jeans.Mr. Winthrop slid a thick legal document across the mahogany desk toward Mia. "Listen, Mia. We are taking you in, but Isabella is fragile. She has a heart condition. To ensure she feels secure, you need to sign this Voluntary Relinquishment Form. It simply states you waive your rights to the Winthrop Family Trust. It's just a formality to keep the peace."Mia looked