The razor-sharp tip of the steel blade lightly nicked the skin of Miller's neck. Yet, the stark naked man behind the shower curtain didn't flinch in the slightest. He stared intensely into Moana's brown eyes, fully expecting a reaction of pure panic or a terrified scream from the billionaire's wife.However, what happened next was entirely beyond his expectations. Instead of screaming hysterically or shouting for the security guards, Moana's rapidly heaving chest slowly calmed down. Her initially sharp, intimidating gaze gradually dimmed, instantly replaced by the ice-cold flash of profound, calculative calculation.Slowly, incredibly slowly, Moana pulled her arm back. She lowered the straight razor from Miller's neck and let her right hand drop limply against the side of her thigh."Sister-in-law?" Moana repeated in a voice barely above a whisper, her eyes scrutinizing every single detail of the face before her that was perfectly identical to her husband'

"Damn it! Why didn't that device sound an early warning!" Sienna cursed in a panic, her hands trembling violently as she gripped her small-caliber revolver. Her usually calm face had turned deathly pale.The wooden cabin rattled violently under the sheer force of the helicopter's rotor wash. Outside, the shouts of the mercenary hitmen echoed, barking orders to establish a siege formation."Doctor! What do we do? I still can't move properly!" Martin forced himself up from the bed. A blindingly sharp pain stung his abdomen, but the sheer adrenaline of the mortal threat pushed the physical agony aside. If that strike team breached the door, machine-gun fire would shred his body in a matter of seconds. He was absolutely not ready to die before dragging Miller down to hell with him."Shut your mouth! I won't let my father destroy my deal!" Without wasting a single second, Sienna threw her gun onto the bed and rushed over to Martin. She slipped her sho

"Are you absolutely certain about this insane idea, Shawn? Applying as a courier in your own company is the fastest form of suicide if even a single senior executive or old security guard recognizes your facial structure," Sienna said, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at the battered laptop screen."I have absolutely no other choice, Doctor. My funds have been frozen by my own wife. The law and the police have been bought by my brother. This is the only loophole to infiltrate the main server room on the fortieth floor, hijack the security system from the inside, and transfer the remaining assets they haven't noticed yet," Martin slammed the laptop shut roughly."Then how exactly are you going to hide your face? Even though your wounds are severe, your jawline, the shape of your eyes, and your nasal structure are a hundred percent identical to Miller, who is currently showing off on national television every single day. You can't just waltz into work w

Martin's breath hitched violently in his throat. Every single muscle in his body instantly tensed as hard as steel. That five-meter distance felt like a hellish abyss separating him, the legitimate, discarded owner, from the pair of fake rulers shamelessly enjoying their stolen loot. The burning desire to sprint forward, wrap his hands around Miller's throat, and choke the bastard until his eyeballs popped out of his skull boiled wildly in Martin's bloodstream. However, the cold logic of the tyrant immediately took control. He could not afford to be reckless. A single emotional movement would shatter his entire cover. Martin instantly bowed his head deeply, hiding the bloodshot, murderous flash in his eyes behind the shadow of his faded cap. He rolled his shoulders forward, adopting the hunched, submissive posture of a terrified menial laborer.Miller and Moana stepped out of the gold-plated elevator. The sharp clicking of expensive leather shoes and hig

"I tossed your termination letter straight into the paper shredder, Shawn. Madam Moana may feel like she possesses absolute power up on the executive floor, but down here in the logistics department, I am the one who dictates who is worth keeping and who isn't."Arthur's words from earlier that afternoon still echoed vividly in Martin's ears. His genius maneuver had worked flawlessly. Instead of being fired, Arthur had officially transferred his employment status to a specialized night-shift archive clerk, a lowly position that would absolutely never attract the attention of Moana or Miller, yet granted him unrestricted access to vastly larger sections of the building during its quietest hours.Right now, the wall clock's hands pointed exactly to two in the morning. Whitlock Tower, the colossal structure that bustled with thousands of busy humans during the day, was now deeply submerged in a terrifying, dead silence. Only a few dim emergency lights illuminated the long hallways. The