Bianca turned around, and her face dropped in shock. Standing in front of her was none other than Mia Hale. Mia Hale was Bianca’s step sister. She was incredibly beautiful. The two of them had inherited remarkable looks from their parents, but no matter how attractive Mia was, Bianca had always overshadowed her effortlessly. Whenever they stood together, attention naturally drifted toward Bianca. And Mia hated it. She never saw Bianca as a sister. To her, Bianca had always been a rival. The jealousy only grew stronger over the years because no matter how hard Mia tried to outshine Bianca, she simply couldn’t. Bianca effortlessly surpassed her every single time. Years later, Mia finally caught the attention of a wealthy man in tech. Through him, she opened a luxury spa business and gained access to rich social circles and elite gatherings. For the first time in her life, Mia felt like she had finally won. At the time, Bianca had only just gotten a job at Carrington Group, and

Lorenzo drove to his apartment and immediately fell asleep without dinner. He woke up to his seven o'clock alarm. He had slept so peacefully and well throughout the night. His weekend was finally over, and it was Monday. He needed to prepare for his 9 A.M. class. He slowly got up from his bed, brushed his teeth, and took his bath. He ordered his food to be brought to him right away. As he ate, he wondered how awkward it would be showing up after the charity event. This was his first time appearing in school after the event. He knew the air and the eyes were going to be intense, and he didn't care. He was going to avoid everybody the same way that they had avoided him when he was a peasant. Lorenzo knew there would be some people who would suddenly want to be his friend because of his newfound wealth, while some females would also throw themselves at him to be his girlfriend or at least a one-night stand, but he was going to ignore them. Lorenzo remembered when he got home after

A message popped up on Lorenzo’s phone. “Mr. Lorenzo, please save me!!” Lorenzo immediately lifted his phone and realized it was from Olivia. His brows furrowed instantly. “Save you? Why? What happened?” he texted back quickly. A few seconds later, another message came in. “I can’t explain everything right now, but I am at the Blue Moon Club. Please… they won’t let me leave.” Lorenzo’s expression darkened immediately. Blue Moon Club? He had heard of that place before. One of the most expensive private clubs in the city. The kind of place where wealthy young masters wasted money recklessly and powerful people settled dirty business behind closed doors. “What happened?” Lorenzo typed again. This time, Olivia replied almost immediately. “My boss brought me here for a business meeting, but something feels wrong. They’re trying to force me to stay with some drunk client. I’m scared.” The moment Lorenzo finished reading the message, his eyes turned cold. Across the table, Mal

Lorenzo moved briskly toward where he had parked while he held Oliva in his arms, his jaw tight and his mind still boiling from what had just happened. Before he could leave the floor, the police had already arrived, moving into the room. Dealing with them this way somehow didn’t satisfy Lorenzo; his heart craved more brutal ways. But he knew better than to hand them over to the authorities, as it would get Olivia the justice she deserved. Right now, he had to focus on the pressing issue. Getting Oliva somewhere safe mattered more than anything else at that moment. He reached his car, opened the door, and carefully settled Oliva into the front seat before sliding in behind the wheel. Without wasting time, he pulled out and drove off at a fast pace. Every so often, Lorenzo’s eyes flicked toward her. She was curled slightly in the seat, still recovering from the shock of everything that had happened. The thought of what Mr. Kane and the rest had planned for her made his grip tighten

“Since you will be dead soon.” Lorenzo’s heart began to beat loudly in his chest at the man’s declaration. The cold look in the man’s eyes showed determination, anger, and hatred for him, and Lorenzo knew this man was far from joking. He quickly composed himself and hid his fear before uttering, “What have I done to you? And why do you want to have me killed?” he uttered. The man cracked his Knuckles before he spoke, “Well, you have not done anything to me. On the contrary, I have never met you before except now. However, my boss wants you dead and then, so be it. It is that simple,” he uttered. “Your boss? What is the name of the coward that cannot face me himself?” Lorenzo asked as he wondered who it could have been on this earth that had ordered his execution. He always minded his business, was never arrogant, and kept a low profile. So he wondered who. “Now, I see why he wants you dead, too much cockiness from you. However,” the man began, “that name you demand, I cannot giv