An incessant ringing pulled Gregory from a deep sleep.He groaned, reaching blindly across the nightstand as sunlight streamed through the curtains. Annoyance flickered across his face. Who would dare disturb him this early?His fingers found his phone, and his eyes drifted toward the clock on the dresser.9:02 a.m.Gregory slowly sat up, the dull ache in his lower back reminding him of his recent surgery. Between the emotional strain of last night's dinner and the weight of everything that had happened, he hadn't realized how exhausted he was.He glanced at the screen. Dr. Miller was calling.Gregory answered. “Miller.”“Good morning, Young Master. I hope I didn't wake you. I wanted to let you know that my technical team spent the whole night recovering the archived files.”Gregory straightened immediately, his lingering sleepiness fading.“Did you find the records under Gregory Watson?”“Every gigabyte,” Miller confirmed. “I've just finished uploading the files to your Telegram acco

Gregory’s plan to meet Isabella at WestPort Marina went beyond her expectations. He had chartered an eight-foot motor yacht for the afternoon, complete with a spacious aft deck and an electric gangway. He didn’t want to meet in a crowded downtown restaurant where paparazzi might disturb their privacy.Here, on the sheltered deck overlooking the open water, they could talk without interruption.Marcus stood near the dock, holding an umbrella in case the thick clouds gave way to rain. On board, a steward named Gareth set down a tray of chilled sparkling water, fresh fruit, and small tea sandwiches before retreating into the main cabin and sliding the glass door shut.The soft click of high heels sounded against the deck as Isabella walked into the aft lounge, dressed in a simple blouse and dark trousers. Her long blonde hair fluttered in the bay breeze. She stopped when she spotted Gregory sitting in his motorized wheelchair beside the table, her eyes searching his face with genuine con

With the weight of their month-long misunderstanding finally lifted, the atmosphere on the aft deck felt different. The tension that had hung between them was gone, and the easy familiarity they had always shared was slowly returning.Gregory pressed a button on the table console, signaling the steward to clear the empty plates and bring fresh tea. Once they were alone again, their conversation gradually shifted away from the Hilton family and the hospital attack to simpler things.Isabella leaned back in her seat, the ocean breeze catching loose strands of her hair. Now more relaxed, she spoke about her recent travels, explaining how her family's medical trust had sent her across three different time zones over the past four months. Her role involved managing logistics, which kept her constantly moving from one hotel to another.Gregory listened closely, watching the way her hands moved as she spoke. She smiled while recounting a mix-up at an airport in Geneva, but his sharp eyes cau