"Get your damn foot off him!" the middle-aged man roared furiously at Curry.But Curry acted as though he hadn't heard a word. His foot didn't move so much as an inch."I am talking to you. Are you deaf?" The man bellowed like a rabid lion, his voice shaking with rage as the crowd instinctively drew back from him."Cedric, save me!" Warren cried out as though he had spotted his salvation, his voice cracking with desperation.The newcomer was none other than Warren Clegg's older brother, Cedric Clegg."Do not move, and do not make me repeat myself." Curry felt Warren squirming beneath his foot and pressed down harder, his tone calm enough to make the threat feel even colder.The pain shot through Warren so intensely that he clenched his teeth and didn't dare make another sound."Take your foot off him, and we can talk about whatever you want. I am advising you, young man, quit while you are ahead." Cedric swallowed his fury and forced his voice into

Evening settled over the city as the last light of dusk painted the horizon. The glow of the sunset scattered its warmth into every corner, bathing the streets in amber and gold.The group made their way into the Presidential Suite at the Grandvale Hotel.Primrose stepped through the door and glanced around nervously, taking in the lavish decor before saying with an embarrassed shake of her head, "Mr. Kalyn, you really did not need to go to all this trouble. A meal in a place like this must cost a fortune. We are country folk, we have eaten our share of hardship, and fancy food is wasted on us." Her hands kept rubbing at the edge of her sleeve, as if she were afraid even touching something in the room might dirty it.Charlotte had just gotten her promotion, and Primrose was already deeply grateful to Nicolas Kalyn for that alone. She had originally planned to find a modest restaurant and pick up the tab herself as a way of saying thank you. But a place like this was b

Inside the bedroom, Mika Turner had changed into a deep yellow Pikachu pajama set.The two oversized eyes printed across the front were especially prominent.Curry Pitt couldn't help stealing a couple of glances."What are you staring at!" Mika shot him a glare and sat down on the bed.Her long, slender legs dangled over the edge like a flawless work of art."How much do you think I should donate tomorrow?" Mika asked, gazing up at the ceiling.In previous years, she'd donated around three hundred fifty thousand dollars at the charity gala, but this year was different. Competition was fiercer than ever, and the family's internal power struggle, combined with all the recent expenses that required greasing various palms, had stretched her resources thin. Her available funds were limited. Donating too much would leave her unable to cover it, but donating too little would invite ridicule, especially now that she'd just secured a partnership with the Kalyn f

"That's exactly it. So it's quite treatable, really. The issue is just that no one's found the right prescription." As he spoke, Curry Pitt reached across the table for a pen and paper and began writing out a formula."There you go. During this period, no smoking, no drinking, get to bed early, and exercise regularly. Three months at the shortest, six at the most." He finished the prescription with a few confident strokes and handed it over. The instructions sounded simple, but his tone carried a certainty that made the thin sheet of paper feel heavier than any expensive treatment plan.Alden Whitmore took the paper with both hands, his eyes alight with emotion."If you really can make this dream come true for me, Dr. Pitt, the day that child is born, I'll have them call you godfather. And I'll call you brother from this day forward."Alden was the sole heir of three successive generations, and his condition had left him without a son well into adulthood. The mat

Curry Pitt didn't bother arguing with her from inside the car.The vehicle glided to a smooth stop, and the front door swung open. Nicolas Kalyn stepped out briskly, striding around the car with purpose, his face already carrying the impatience of someone who had no time for nonsense.He walked straight into Vanessa Bellamy, bumping her aside without a glance. The movement wasn't heavy enough to hurt her, but it was dismissive enough to make her pride flare.Already fuming, Vanessa planted her hands on her hips and let loose. "Are you blind? Do you not watch where the hell you're going?""Did you leave your eyes at home or drop them in the road? You're just some lousy driver, and you have the nerve to shove me?""Do you have any idea how much this outfit costs? You couldn't afford it on a month's salary."Nicolas's expression darkened instantly. He lifted his gaze, cold and menacing, and fixed it directly on Vanessa. The temperature around the car seeme