Morning arrived a little too fast, like it was in a hurry to witness the day.He had just closed his eyes, and before he knew it, the bright light was illuminating the whole suite, hitting his face and pulling him out of a deep slumber. He groaned softly, rubbing his tired eyes as he sat up in bed, his muscles still feeling slightly sore.​Harry reached over to the nightstand and checked his phone. But was no notification or message from Nancy about the gift he had asked her to arrange for the McDuff family’s Patriarch. ‘It must have slipped her mind with all the corporate work she has been handling.’ Harry thought to himself, completely unbothered by it. He didn't mind at all; he figured he would just grab something nice from a store on his way to the party later.​Setting that thought aside, he fired off a quick text to Noemie instead:​[Good morning! Do you have any idea what your grandfather might like for his birthday gift? I don't want to show up empty-handed.]​Her reply cam

The moment the cool gold metal settled snugly against his skin, a strange, unexpected wave of intense warmth suddenly spread straight up through his hand and forearm! It felt like a gentle current of electricity surging through his veins, connecting directly with the nameless cultivation energy resting inside his chest. But almost as fast as it appeared, the sensation vanished entirely into thin air—gone so quickly that it was completely easy to dismiss as just a trick of his imagination.Noemie smiled sweetly up at him, her big brown eyes sparkling with genuine warmth. "Grandpa absolutely loves rare antiques and old historical pieces," she said, her voice full of affection. "He's going to like you even more now when he sees you wearing something so tasteful.""Good," Harry said, smiling back at her warmly. "That's definitely the main goal today."DING-DONG!The sharp sound of the doorbell rang out through the hotel suite once again. Before Harry could even make a move toward the foye

The VVIP recovery ward was on the top floor of the hospital, away from the daily rush of patients and their family members. From inside, it looked more like a five-star luxury hotel suite than a hospital room, designed only for the city's most powerful elites.The soft vibration of machinery was also dull, as ​Harry's mother, Eleanor Kipling, stirred in her narrow hospital bed for the very first time since her hours-long surgery. Her frail eyelids fluttered weakly against the ceiling light above her. As the heavy anesthesia slowly wore off, a burning ache began spreading through every single joint in her exhausted body. Her throat felt as dry and rough as sandpaper, and her vision was blurry, picking up only hazy shapes in the sterile room.​Hayley was the nurse attending to her at that moment.​She had never wanted this miserable shift at all, she hated every single second of her job now-a-days. Just a few days ago, she had joined her new job and was appointed in the high-tech Int

​It was the hospital director, Mr. Vance, doing his routine morning rounds. He had heard the tail end of everything that had just transpired in the VVIP suite, standing right outside the open doorway while the heartless nurse tortured a weak, recovering old woman.​"Help! Someone get a team in here, now!" His voice echoed loudly, and within seconds, a full medical staff flooded into the room. Two senior doctors and three nurses rushed to the side of the bed, quickly checking Eleanor’s spiking vitals and adjusting her oxygen tube, making sure she had suffered no physical injuries. Once she was completely settled and resting safely against the silk pillows, the hospital director turned his gaze toward Hayley, who was just about to trace her steps backwards out of the room. ​"You want to explain to me what I just witnessed here?" Mr. Vance demanded, while his jaw was clenched tight in pure anger. "Speaking to any patient in this facility like that is completely unacceptable. And on

Across town, at the McDuff estate, bright and colourful streamers were strung gracefully between the tall, ancient garden trees, giving a festive look to the lawns. The waitstaff moved smoothly between clusters of guests, carrying silver trays filled with crystal glasses of bubbling champagne or finger snacks. ​Harry and Noemie stepped out of the sleek luxury car together, grabbing eyeballs instantly. Noemie looked stunning in her navy blue tea dress, her face shining with excitement. Standing near the iron gate at the main entrance, Noemie's parents were already busy greeting arriving guests with warm smiles and welcoming handshakes. ​"Mom, Dad!" Noemie called out happily as she pulled Harry along toward her parents. ​Without any hesitation, she slipped her arm tightly through Harry's arm, leaning her shoulder affectionately against his side. "Meet him, this is Harry—we actually went to school together back in the day! We reconnected again very recently, and, well..." Sh