She walked majestically, her long, stunning designer gown trailing behind her as she moved with absolute grace and power. She radiated pure wealth.The moment Lydia’s eyes landed on her, her face twisted in recognition. She leaned over to Serena, whispering loudly with a sneer, "Serena! Look! Isn't that the cheap bitch that your village boy went with at that party awhile back?" She pointed an accusing finger toward Theresa, glaring at Dustin.Serena’s eyes widened, and she immediately slapped Lydia’s hand down, whispering sharply, "Lydia, shut up! Caution your mouth right now! Do not speak of her that way. She is a massive, high-ranking dignitary in this country!"Theresa walked gracefully across the side of the long table, completely ignoring the others, until she reached Dustin’s chair. With a brilliant, dazzling smile, she leaned down and softly pecked him on the cheek to greet him.Ferdinand’s eyes went so wide they looked like they were going to pop right out of his skull. His h

During a lull in the conversation, Dustin leaned closer to Serena, his voice quiet and gentle. "Serena, what do you feel about Mr. Roland’s apology? Do you actually accept it?"Serena looked down at her empty crystal plate, then looked over at the broken, limping man at the end of the table. The intense rage she had felt earlier had began to fade into pity."Honestly, Dustin... he has clearly learned his lesson," Serena whispered back, her voice soft and honest. "I have forgiven him. Besides, I already got the massive business contract I went to his office for anyway. Seeing him like this... there is no reason to hold onto the anger anymore. He is genuinely, sincerely sorry."Dustin nodded slowly, a satisfied expression on his face. His work regarding Roland was officially complete.Meanwhile, across the table, Lydia was still staring intensely at Lady Theresa. She was deeply bothered by how a woman she considered a "cheap bitch" from a past party could be sitting at a royal table lik

The drive back to the Earnshaw villa was supposed to take a long time for Dustin, but he didn't care. He walked right back into the grand palace hall and headed straight for the key vault. Mr. Fred, noticing the sudden urgency in his master’s quick steps, hurried over with a deeply worried look on his face."Young Master," Fred asked quickly, keeping his voice down. "What is wrong? Did something happen with Mistress Serena?""Nothing to worry about yet, Fred," Dustin answered, his voice completely calm but sharp. "I just need the keys to the Ferrari. Where are they?""Right here, sir," Mr. Fred said. He immediately went into the inner security room and brought out the sleek, customized key fob for the multi-million dollar hypercar. He handed it over with a respectful bow. "Please be careful, Young Master."Dustin nodded, took the keys, and walked out to the private garage. He hopped into the roaring Ferrari, the engine screaming to life with a powerful growl, and tore out of the pal

The bright morning sun pierced through the heavy silk curtains of the bedroom, hitting Serena right in the eyes. She groaned, instantly clutching her temples as a sharp, terrible headache ripped through her skull. Her mouth tasted like copper and stale alcohol, and her mind was a complete blur. She rolled over to find her phone, but as she moved, she felt a heavy, muscular arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her into a warm, firm embrace. Serena froze. Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes flew wide open. Sitting right next to her under the duvet, completely relaxed, was Dustin. "Ahhhhhhh!" Serena let out a piercing, terrified scream that sliced through the quiet morning air like a knife stab. Dustin jolted awake instantly, his military instincts kicking in as he sat up straight, his eyes scanning the room for danger. "Serena? What’s wrong? Are you okay?" "What is wrong with you?!" Serena yelled, her voice cracking with pure fury as she scrambled backward, ripping the

One full week had passed by quickly since the wild drama at the empire dinner, and the high-profile case involving the Vice President of the country was still raging on in the news.Deep inside his private room at the Earnshaw villa, Dustin was standing by the window, holding his encrypted phone tightly to his ear. He was speaking in a low, sharp, and highly authoritative voice to the man on the other side of the line."Do not worry about the media pressure, sir," Dustin said, his eyes scanning the quiet courtyard outside. "My men are already sorting out the false evidence. I will get back to you with a full update soon, Your Excellency."What Dustin didn't realize was that he had forgotten to fully click the bedroom door shut. It was left just an inch open.Right at that exact moment, Serena was walking down the hallway, her heels clicking softly on the floor. She paused right outside his room when she heard the deep tone of his voice. Her ears perked up, and her eyes went wide wi