The door of the luxury suite in one of Manhattan's five-star hotels slammed hard, leaving a deafening echo of impact. Amber Miller walked staggeringly into the room. Her appearance was completely ruined. The designer gown she wore looked crumpled, her pair of eyes were swollen from unbearable tears of frustration, and her blonde hair, which was usually neatly styled, was now disheveled. Even more pathetically, her left foot was bare; one of her high heels had been left behind on the dirty sidewalk of Vance Midtown."Bastards! Damn it!" Amber roared, launching her expensive Hermès bag toward the wall until the crystal ornaments there clinked loudly.She threw herself onto the velvet sofa, clutching her head, which felt as if it were about to split open. Flashes of the incident at the restaurant kept replaying in her brain like a broken cassette. The humiliation from Richard Coleman, the disgusted stares from the customers, and the satisfied smile she had briefly caught on Chloe Miller'

The first morning as an occupant of unit number 405 was passed by Julian Vance with a different kind of silence. His new apartment room, located right next to Chloe's unit, was still completely empty, containing only a thin floor mattress, a set of worn-out wooden tables, and an old laptop with a cracked screen. Yet for Julian, these dull walls were far safer than the grand mansion of the Vance family which was full of bloody intrigues.Just as Julian finished tidying up his few pieces of clothing, a rhythmic knock on the front door diverted his attention. As soon as the iron latch was slid open, the figure of Chloe Miller already stood at the threshold with her apron still attached and a bottle of fresh milk in her hand."Good morning, Mr. New Neighbor," Chloe greeted, her eyes instantly peaking into Julian's quiet room. The girl chuckled softly seeing how minimal Julian's belongings were. "Wow, very minimalist. Do you truly intend to live like a hermit here?"Julian donned a thin sm

Morning in Manhattan was greeted by a thin fog enveloping the rows of skyscrapers. In front of the entrance of Vance Midtown, Chloe Miller had just gotten off the lower district bus in a neat Supervisor uniform. Her steps were steady, bringing a new positive energy after her job promotion yesterday. However, the calm of that morning was suddenly shattered when a yellow taxi stopped abruptly at the edge of the sidewalk right in front of her.The taxi door opened harshly, and the figure of Amber Miller came out with rushing breath. Her appearance was no longer as ruined as last night; she had put on heavy makeup and new clothes to cover her panic. However, her pair of eyes, which were red and filled with veins of anger, could not lie. Amber's wounded ego demanded retribution, and the easiest target in her head was Chloe."You! Damn waitress!" Amber snapped, striding wide to blockade Chloe's path with a sharp, insulting gaze. "You feel very satisfied now, huh?! You think because that for

An eye-dazzling luxury enveloped the Diamond Gala Room that night. Giant crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling reflected a golden glow, illuminating hundreds of pairs of socialites, Wall Street businessmen, and corporate throne heirs wearing custom tuxedo suits and top-tier designer gowns. In this place, a person's social status was measured by how sparkly the jewels attached to their bodies were.Outside the building, a simple yellow taxi stopped in front of the red carpet. The door opened, and Julian Vance stepped down.He did not wear a luxury suit worth tens of thousands of dollars like the billionaires around him. Julian only wore a plain black shirt given by Chloe Miller—a cheap shirt from the lower district market whose fabric fibers were a bit coarse. However, as the man walked upright piercing through the crowd, the atmosphere around him suddenly changed. His robust body shape, his firm jaw, down to his pair of eyes as cold as polar ice radiated a highly dense aura of

Inside the private office of the main Vance family residence, which was lined with gold-plated oak walls, the atmosphere felt so pressing that the dust floating in the air seemed to stop moving. Valerie Vance walked back and forth with stamping steps, ignoring the elegance of her emerald gown which now appeared crumpled. The motherly smile she had flaunted on the Diamond Gala Room stage a few hours ago had vanished without a trace, replaced by a highly dense line of anxiety."This is not a mere coincidence, Arthur! Someone is deliberately targeting me!" Valerie roared, her voice trembling, withholding anger as well as the fear that was beginning to gnaw at her composure.Arthur Vance sat calmly behind his mahogany desk. The old man did not move even a bit, merely supporting his chin with both hands locked together. His pair of cloudy yet eagle-sharp eyes stared straight toward the small monitor screen displaying the transaction anomaly report from the Vault-07 server."That man in the