As the end of the workday approached, the atmosphere on the top floor of Pacific Group's building was quiet. The only sounds were the soft hum of the air conditioner and the tapping of Mella's fingers against the glass desk. The woman, the young president and mastermind behind the company's largest pharmaceutical project, stared intently at her computer screen.Displayed before her were rows of figures, graphs, and the latest test results from the "I3" project, a research project she had fought desperately to protect. The data recently sent from the central laboratory in Switzerland slowly eased her worries. For the first time in months, the results showed steady improvement without any fatal side effects.Mella leaned back in her chair for a moment, staring at the data as though she were looking at the work of her entire life. She remembered how her family, especially the Main Board of Pacific Group, had once strongly opposed the project. They considered it unrealistic, far too expen

Jonathan followed Dina, who was still irritated, to the magnificent Palagara Hotel. The tension between them was still palpable, but Jonathan appeared completely relaxed as he admired the luxurious surroundings."Wow, this hotel is quite impressive," Jonathan murmured as he gazed at the sparkling crystal chandeliers.Dina merely snorted coldly. "Just keep quiet. Don't embarrass me in front of Grandma."When they arrived at the VIP room on the upper floor, they found Mrs. Wivarda already waiting patiently. To Dina's surprise, the moment her grandmother saw Jonathan enter, the old woman, who normally had difficulty getting up from her wheelchair, immediately stood up to welcome her guest."Welcome, Master Jonathan," Mrs. Wivarda greeted him warmly.Dina was stunned. As far as she could remember, she had never once seen her grandmother show such respect toward anyone, not even high-ranking officials."Please sit down, Ma'am," Jonathan said as he promptly helped Mrs. Wivarda back into her

In the VIP room on the upper floor of Palagara Hotel, Jonathan's brief statement caused the entire room to fall silent. Shocked expressions appeared on everyone's faces, including Mrs. Wivarda, who had extensive experience dealing with guests from all walks of life.However, even she, who had tasted countless luxurious dishes, had never reached the level of being able to identify the origin of an ingredient from just a single bite. What was even more astonishing was that the person who had done it was merely a lowly security guard in her eyes.Dina, who was sitting beside him, looked the most shocked. Her eyes widened as she stared at Jonathan as though the man had just done something impossible. She had even opened her mouth to sneer, wanting to say that Jonathan must have simply guessed or was trying to show off in front of her grandmother.However, the words caught in her throat when she remembered that half of Jonathan's statement was actually true.The dish had indeed been prepar

As the atmosphere at dinner began to settle again, Dina, who had initially been challenging Jonathan, now simply lowered her head in silence. Her cheerful tone had disappeared, replaced by an awkward quietness. Amid the gentle clinking of utensils and the lingering aroma of wine in the air, Jonathan finally spoke, answering the question from the head butler, Patrick, that had previously been left unanswered.In a low but clear voice, Jonathan said, "Actually, becoming a security guard wasn't my dream or a carefully considered choice. It was more of a coincidence."He stared at the glass in front of him before continuing in a flat tone, as though he were telling someone else's story."I left Vaganza City when I was seven years old. I moved from place to place, relying on other people, sometimes taking odd jobs just to get by. I only returned here a few days ago. But when I arrived, I found that everything had changed. My old house had been demolished, and the neighborhood where I grew

Madam Wivarda was stunned by Jonathan’s words. The phrase "poisoned" from the young man’s mouth seemed to slice through the air, leaving the entire room in silence. Everyone at the dining table stared at him in disbelief. Even the servant who had been pouring wine stopped in place, as though time itself had frozen.Madam Wivarda’s expression slowly changed from shock to deep contemplation. Her thoughts seemed to be pulled back into the distant past. Thirty years ago, when she was still actively serving as the president of the board of directors, she had once traveled to the Southern region on a business trip. The negotiations had ended in complete failure, and she had even clashed with an influential family there. After returning to the city, she began experiencing pain in her right leg. At first, it was mild, but it gradually worsened year after year."Sun-Moon Poison," Jonathan said calmly but firmly, his tone resembling that of a doctor who had studied such cases for many years. "I