"Betty, three drinking water and breakfast." Edward crossed to the landline, his fingers finding the numbers with practiced ease. The moment a voice crackled through from the other end, he issued the instructions.The receiver clicked back into its cradle.Only then did he turn to face Adriana and Marcus.His expression gave nothing away. He had heard every word they exchanged before walking in, their voices had carried through the door like thunder during rain, but he offered no acknowledgment, no reaction to the accusations that had hung in the air between them."We all need to talk. But you should bathe and eat first." His gaze swept over them both, taking in Adriana's pallor, the tension still visible in Marcus's shoulders.He paused at the door, hand resting on the frame. "Marcus, come with me. You should shower this way."Without waiting for a response, he stepped into the hallway. Marcus followed, his footsteps heavy with reluctance.The bathroom was spacious, all clean lines a

Edward's fingers moved across the laptop keyboard in a steady rhythm, the smooth body balanced on his thighs while his shoulders pressed back against the headboard. The glow from the screen cast shadows across his face as he stared at the flood of unread emails crowding his inbox each one stamped with the sender's name 'Jason Zhenyu.'After his conversation with Adriana and Marcus, he had met Jason as he had earlier requested for the postponement of the initial scheduled board meeting.Jason handed him a sleek laptop with the Zhenyu insignia embossed on the lid."Yours," Jason had said simply. "I'll send over what you need to know. Study it. You'll have to prove yourself tomorrow."Edward hadn't bothered asking if the postponement had gone through. Jason's position in the company spoke for itself, and with Mrs. Zhenyu's backing, the board's hands were tied. The meeting would happen when Edward was ready.A light knock pulled him from his thoughts."Come in."The door swung open, and M

Edward adjusted the cuffs of his black pseudo suit. The well tailored fabric hugged his shoulders perfectly. His tie sat in a precise knot against his collar. Polished leather shoes caught the light, a wristwatch gleamed beneath his sleeve, its face minimalist but unmistakably luxury.Anyone with eyes would know there had been a change of status. The kind that announce itself.Jason's lips curved. Good, those board members would be watching, calculating, searching for weaknesses. They had a talent for looking down on people, it was practically their sport. But Edward didn't look like someone who could be easily dismissed in that suit Jason reached for the laptop in Edward's grip.Edward simply started walking, the device secure in his hand."I'm your personal assistant henceforth." Jason walk side by side with him. "You should let me carry things.""I have someone in mind already.""Fine." Jason's voice carried no offense. "I can still be the assistant even if you have someone."Ed

Jay paused, his gaze sweeping across the room. Every pair of eyes remained fixed on him, hungry for the Kinship DNA results. He couldn't decipher the full picture of what was happening, but with last time meeting and the faces here, it seemed Edward was unwanted.Of course, all their gazes were sharpening all of them waiting for the single word that would send Edward out forever.Master Feng's smirk stretched wide and victorious across his face.While Edward's expression revealed nothing. Just an expressionless face that gave Jay nothing to grasp.And Mrs. Zhenyu, her eyes bored into him like she could peel his skin and read the truth straight from his bones. His heart stuttered once.His fingers moved with practice precision as he unlock his briefcase with a soft click. He extracted a file folder and a video tape.His father's voice echoed in his head Take no side, Jay. Only show the truth if you want to stay alive around the Zhenyu.Master Feng's threats meant nothing against tha

The private jet rolled to a stop on the private apron. The door swung open, and a young man descended the steps, one duffel slung over his shoulder and another in his hand.Edward's face split into a grin. "Dave. Thank you for coming."He reached for one of the two duffel bags Dave carried, but Dave held firm, his eyes sweeping across the private jet behind him, all gleaming metal and pristine lines."Thank you for coming?" Dave's eyebrows shot toward his hairline. "Man, who wouldn't come in that?" He jerked his chin toward the aircraft. When Edward had called that morning, he'd barely believed it 'A private jet will be waiting for you at the airstrip, just tell them your name'"Did you win a jackpot?" Dave's curiosity spilled out, though they both knew he wasn't talking about lottery money. No lottery jackpot could buy what he'd just flown in.Last he'd heard, Edward had been disinherited. Then came the revelation that Caleb wasn't his real father. So how the hell was he affording