Chapter 9
Author: Joanora Elyse
last update2025-09-20 01:39:59

Peter snagged two glasses of champagne and strolled toward Maxwell with exaggerated casualness.

He stopped a few feet away, just close enough for others to overhear. “Well, well. Out of prison and already freeloading off a rich woman? Impressive turnaround, Maxwell Liang.”

A couple nearby glanced over. Victoria’s lips curved, not in amusement, but in a dangerous, quiet warning.

Maxwell didn’t flinch. His reply was soft, almost bored. “Careful, boy. Your words are louder than your courage.”

Peter’s smirk faltered for a split second, but he recovered, laughing too loudly. “Still playing tough, huh? This city isn’t a battlefield. No one here’s impressed by your fists.”

The tension threaded tighter. Conversations around them slowed, sensing the shift. Lisa turned sharply at her brother’s voice, her chest tightening.

She should intervene, but pride rooted her feet. If Maxwell wanted to play the hero, let him.

Victoria took a small step forward, her crimson dress catching the light like f
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    Peter snagged two glasses of champagne and strolled toward Maxwell with exaggerated casualness. He stopped a few feet away, just close enough for others to overhear. “Well, well. Out of prison and already freeloading off a rich woman? Impressive turnaround, Maxwell Liang.”A couple nearby glanced over. Victoria’s lips curved, not in amusement, but in a dangerous, quiet warning.Maxwell didn’t flinch. His reply was soft, almost bored. “Careful, boy. Your words are louder than your courage.”Peter’s smirk faltered for a split second, but he recovered, laughing too loudly. “Still playing tough, huh? This city isn’t a battlefield. No one here’s impressed by your fists.”The tension threaded tighter. Conversations around them slowed, sensing the shift. Lisa turned sharply at her brother’s voice, her chest tightening. She should intervene, but pride rooted her feet. If Maxwell wanted to play the hero, let him.Victoria took a small step forward, her crimson dress catching the light like f

  • Chapter 8

    Crystal chandeliers cascaded light over the ballroom of the Imperial Heights Hotel, every droplet sparkling like a suspended star. The polished marble floor reflected gowns in a spectrum of silks and satins, the air fragrant with roses and expensive champagne. To the city’s elite, tonight’s charity banquet was an opportunity, to be seen, to form alliances, to measure the balance of power without a single word spoken aloud.Lisa entered on Draken’s arm, her expression poised, her silver gown flowing with understated grace. Every step was calculated, a practiced performance of control, even as her mother’s words lingered like a stain on her thoughts. She hadn’t wanted to come with Draken, but appearances mattered. Tonight, she had to secure Lin Corp’s cooperation, or her company would be outmaneuvered before the quarter’s end.Draken flashed a dazzling smile, perfectly tailored suit catching the light. He waved to acquaintances as if the room belonged to him. “Relax,” he murmured to

  • Chapter 7

    The two security guards squared their shoulders, unsure whether to approach Maxwell or wait for further instruction. Stella’s voice was already rising again, shrill with manufactured outrage. Peter, still sprawled on the ground, groaned theatrically, clutching his elbow for effect.Then, cutting through the clamor like a blade through silk, came a cold, clear voice: “Who said he needs to give you money?”The words rang out across the hotel’s polished driveway. Heads turned. A gust of night air swept in as a new figure stepped forward, Victoria, framed by the golden light spilling from the hotel’s entrance.She was breathtaking in her crimson dress, her hair tumbling in perfect waves over her shoulders, a faint smile tugging at her lips. But there was nothing soft in her eyes now. Those bright, mischievous eyes had hardened into something far sharper, something that could cut.Stella blinked, momentarily disoriented by the commanding presence before her. “And… who might you be?”Vict

  • Chapter 6

    The city at night was a jeweled tapestry, rivers of headlights threading through darkened streets, the neon glow of signs reflecting off glass towers. Maxwell steered his sedan into a discreet side street near the Grand Meridian Hotel, careful to avoid the main entrance’s bright floodlights. The mission demanded caution, and the woman at his side demanded the exact opposite.Inside the car, Victoria sat cross-legged in the passenger seat, her crimson dress riding dangerously high on her thigh as she twisted a loose curl of hair around one finger. “Honestly, you’re treating this like a spy thriller,” she teased. “It’s just a hotel, not a battlefield.”His hands remained steady on the wheel. “Battles are easier,” he said dryly. “At least you know where the bullets are coming from.”She tilted her head, studying him with a curious mixture of fondness and exasperation. “You really can’t turn it off, can you? Even after…” Her voice softened, and for a fleeting moment the teasing mask sli

  • Chapter 5

    Valerie blinked, startled. She’d never heard that tone from her ice-queen boss. “You did what was necessary. A convict, ” She caught herself, biting her tongue. “He would have dragged you down.”Lisa finally looked up, her gaze sharp as glass. “And yet, he never once asked me for anything. Not money. Not favors. Not even understanding.”Valerie hesitated, then said softly, “Sometimes the ones who ask for nothing are the ones who need us the most.”The words lingered long after Valerie left. Lisa stared at the divorce papers, her reflection fractured in the glossy surface, and for the first time in years, doubt slipped past her composure.Far below, on a shadowed street corner, an unmarked sedan idled. A pair of eyes watched the lights of Yaolin Group’s tower flicker. A voice crackled over a secure channel: “Target has made contact with the President. Clearance granted. Phase two begins.”The watcher smirked, turning the key. The engine roared softly, then vanished into the night.Som

  • Chapter 4

    The conference room was nothing like the sterile cells Maxwell had left behind, it was another world entirely. The walls were paneled in dark oak polished to a mirror shine, and a wide table of tempered glass gleamed under recessed lights. A faint hum of hidden projectors filled the silence.As the holographic projector flickered to life, figures materialized one by one, their crisp uniforms and polished medals catching phantom light. The President stood at the head of the group, his broad shoulders squared, the weight of a nation in his eyes. “General Maxwell Liang,” he began, his deep voice resonating through the room. “On behalf of the Republic, we thank you.”Around the table, senior officials saluted as one. Even in holographic form, their movements were precise, a choreography of respect that cut through the air like a blade.Maxwell stood tall, shoulders relaxed but unyielding, the orange of his former prison uniform exchanged for a tailored black suit, borrowed from a wardro

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