Thursday morning arrived with a clear blue sky and a crisp, refreshing breeze. At the private airfield on the outskirts of Kingswell City, a massive custom dark-grey Boeing jet featuring the gold dragon crest of the Cross Estate sat on the runway, its engines humming smoothly. A fleet of eight sleek black armored SUVs drove onto the tarmac in a tight formation, stopping directly beside the boarding stairs. Butler Alfred stepped out first, opening the rear door of the lead limousine. Caius stepped out onto the tarmac, wearing a tailored charcoal-grey suit that gave him a sharp, powerful appearance. He turned around and extended his hand to help Arabella step down. Arabella wore a comfortable yet stylish cream cashmere sweater dress with a matching coat, looking elegant and relaxed. As she looked up at the massive private jet, she couldn't help but feel a surge of awe. Just a few months ago, taking a public bus across town was a major expense for her; now, she was boarding a private ai

News of Caius Cross's return to the capital spread like wildfire across the high-society circles of Dragonport. Within hours, every aristocratic family, financial syndicate, and political faction was talking about the mysterious girl from Kingswell City who had captured the heart of the world's most dangerous young trillionaire. On Friday morning, inside the grand estate of the Vance family—one of the four major aristocratic families in the capital—a tense atmosphere filled the tea garden. Lady Victoria Vance sat at an ornate marble table, sipping imported green tea. Victoria was known as the 'Ice Beauty' of Dragonport, possessing sharp beauty, high education from Europe, and extreme pride. Her father, Lord Raymond Vance, walked into the garden with a dark expression, tossing a high-society intelligence report onto the table. 'Victoria! Have you read the latest news?' Raymond spoke with frustration. 'Caius Cross has brought a common girl from Kingswell City back to the Cross Main Ca

Three days after the banquet, the weather in Dragonport remained clear and bright. Early in the morning, a smaller, four-vehicle security convoy left the Cross Main Castle, heading toward the northern coast of the capital territory. Unlike the massive fifty-vehicle procession that had brought them into the city, this convoy was designed for high speed and discretion. Caius sat in the back of the armored dark-blue sedan with Arabella, reviewing blueprints of the North Port construction site on a large digital tablet. "The North Port district was originally an old industrial shipping hub," Caius explained as he pointed to the digital layout. "For fifty years, factories dumped chemical waste along the southern shoreline, creating a vast dead zone where marine life could no longer survive. Previous owners wanted to simply cover the land with concrete and build warehouse docks over it." Arabella leaned closer, studying the chemical toxicity maps displayed on the screen. "That would have

The following morning, construction work at the North Port site began with unbelievable speed. Powered by the endless financial resources of the Cross Group, heavy automated equipment, transport trucks, and structural cranes moved onto the location by five o'clock in the morning. A modular, multi-story glass laboratory facility was erected along the high ridge overlooking the ocean in less than forty-eight hours using advanced prefabricated steel components. Inside, world-class scientific equipment, computerized testing tanks, and sterile bio-chambers were installed under Arabella's personal direction. By Friday afternoon, Arabella stood inside the main laboratory room wearing a clean white lab coat, her dark hair tied back neatly in a ponytail. Surrounding her were twelve top young bio-chemists and research assistants who had been hand-picked from the country's top institutions to join her project. Dr. Henry Vance walked into the lab holding a clipboard containing soil sample rea

Four days had passed since the first planting phase began at North Port. The results across the northern mud flats were nothing short of miraculous. The dark chemical sludge along the shoreline had begun to lighten in color, turning into rich brown sand, while the sea water became clear enough to reflect the bright blue sky above.It was late Thursday night, around eleven o'clock. The construction site had quieted down, illuminated only by towering perimeter floodlights and the soft blue glow from the main research building.Inside her private laboratory room on the second floor, Arabella sat at a wide glass worktable, typing rapid notes into her research journal. She wore her white lab coat over a comfortable sweater. Beside her sat a cold cup of herbal tea that she had forgotten to drink hours ago.The heavy door opened softly, and Caius walked in holding a warm tray containing fresh broth soup and warm bread."You are working past midnight again, my love," Caius said softly, placin