The moment Vivian’s cold, sharp voice echoed from the open window of her matte-black supercar, the air around the iron gates of Grand Horizon seemed to freeze solid. The security guard, who just a second ago had been puffing out his chest and threatening Lorenzo, felt his knees turn to water. He swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he gripped the edge of his tablet. "M-Miss Vivian...I...I didn't mean..." Vivian didn't even look at the guard’s terrified face. She slowly reached up, slipping off her dark designer sunglasses, revealing a pair of sharp, brilliant eyes that looked like they were carved from polished jade. When Lorenzo’s phone had rung earlier that morning, Vivian had still been lounging in her silk robes, completely unimpressed by her grandfather's relentless nagging about bringing in a "personal protector." She had picked up the line with every intention of telling the man on the other end to beat it. But the second she hit answer, she didn't hear a hired thug or

The moment those words left Lorenzo’s mouth, Captain Julio’s entire posture shattered. The stern, authoritative expression on the captain's face evaporated into pure shock. His eyes widened as he stared intently at Lorenzo's face, the sharp morning light highlighting Lorenzo's high cheekbones, dark, piercing eyes, and absolute, immovable composure. Julio took a sharp, breathless gasp. The blood drained from his face so fast he looked like he might faint. He remembered. Six months ago, when the Imperial Manor—the legendary, multi-billion-dollar luxury estate sprawling across the highest hill of the complex, a property so expensive it had sat empty for years—was finally sold, the transaction had been handled in absolute, total secrecy. No media, no public records. Only one man had ever come to the estate office in person to finalize the private biometric clearance. Julio had been the one to personally verify his identity. He had stood in that private vault, looking at a black sec