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Chapter 75
The headline screamed across the city's most popular tabloid: "SHAW'S EX-HUSBAND BEATEN TO PULP AT LUXURY RESTAURANT." A blurry photo showed Yemin being dragged out by security, his face bruised. The subheading read: "Faye Langford's New Boy Toy Can't Fight His Own Battles."Katherine's manicured finger traced the headline, her lips curving into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. The newspaper lay spread across her marble kitchen island, morning sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows."I don't believe it," she muttered, scanning the article. "The one thing that leech could do was fight."James peered over her shoulder, coffee mug in hand. "Maybe your ex isn't as tough as you thought.""No," Katherine shook her head firmly. "I've seen him fight. This doesn't make sense.""Well," James set down his mug with a decisive click, "there's one way to find out."Katherine's eyes gleamed. "The article says he's at Metropolitan General.""What a shame," James smirked. "We should pa
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The mother eyed Yemin skeptically, taking in his hospital gown and the fresh bruises on his face. Hope and desperation waged war in her exhausted features."You're a patient yourself," she said, hesitating outside her son's room. "How could you possibly help when the specialists can't?"Yemin's expression remained calm, reassuring. "Sometimes fresh eyes see what experts miss. At this point, what do you have to lose?"She swallowed hard, fingers trembling as she gripped the door handle. "My son's name is Tyler. He's all I have left."The door swung open to reveal a scene of clinical defeat. Five doctors in pristine white coats huddled around Tyler's bed, their voices low and grave. The boy lay motionless, skin jaundiced against the stark white sheets. Tubes and wires connected his small body to an array of beeping machines."His liver function continues to deteriorate," a tall doctor with silver-streaked hair was saying. "The bleeding hasn't responded to any treatments. I'm afraid we'r
Chapter 73
Katherine Shaw paced across the marble floor of her penthouse, her Louboutin heels clicking with each furious step. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed the glittering cityscape below, a view that once filled her with pride but now only reminded her of all she stood to lose."That pathetic leech!" she spat, hurling a crystal tumbler against the wall. It shattered, sending shards across the imported Italian tiles. "How dare he humiliate us like this!"James Franx lounged on the white leather sofa, his expression dark as he swirled amber liquid in his glass. The bruises on his face from his earlier encounter with Yemin had faded but the wounds to his pride remained raw."Calm down, Katherine. Breaking things won't solve our problem," he said, though his voice held no real conviction.Katherine whirled toward him, her eyes blazing. "Calm down? CALM DOWN? Do you have any idea what that nobody has cost us? My reputation is in tatters! The Shaw name is becoming a laughingstock!""You think I
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"Well, if it isn't the rising star of Group Morgan," a smug voice interrupted.Victor Chambers stood beside their table, his tailored suit worth more than most people's monthly salary. His eyes flicked dismissively over Yemin before settling appreciatively on Faye."Victor," Faye acknowledged with a polite nod. "We're in the middle of lunch."Victor pulled up a chair uninvited. "Faye, you should be dining with people of your caliber. I closed the Henderson deal yesterday—fifty million in pure profit for Group Morgan." He reached for the wine bottle and poured himself a glass. "Someone with your potential should associate with success, not..." he gestured toward Yemin, "whatever this is."Faye shifted uncomfortably. All she wanted was to ask Yemin about the ring. His sudden request to remove it had troubled her."I heard you signed the partnership contract," Victor continued, ignoring Yemin completely. "Smart move. We should discuss your future projects over dinner. Just the two of us.
Chapter 71
The sunlight streamed through the Grand Royal Hotel's massive windows, casting golden patterns across the marble floor of the lobby. Faye Langford sat in one of the plush velvet armchairs, absentmindedly flipping through a business magazine while her mind wandered elsewhere.Her first week working with Group A had been exhilarating—the resources at her disposal were beyond anything she'd imagined. Chairman Hargrove had personally introduced her to the executive team, emphasizing how her innovative designs would revolutionize their tech division. Yet despite this professional triumph, something felt incomplete.Yemin hasn't called or texted since the welcome party, Faye thought, checking her phone for the twentieth time that morning. He made all this possible, and then just... disappeared.She'd left seven voicemails and sent countless messages, all unanswered. It wasn't like Yemin to ignore her completely. After everything they'd been through, his silence was worrying."Penny for your
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Yemin remained motionless until well after the intruder had departed. His muscles ached from the enforced stillness, but years of training had taught him patience. A part of him itched to spring from the bed, chase down the man, and extract answers through whatever means necessary.I could catch him easily, Yemin thought, his mind calculating the intruder's likely escape route. But that would reveal my training. And having him followed would risk exposing my connections to Marcus and Group A.He glanced at the listening devices strategically placed around the room. The craftsmanship was professional—military grade, not something common criminals would have access to. Whoever had planted them was no ordinary thug.The long game it is, Yemin decided. Let them think they have the upper hand.Across town, Katherine Shaw sat in her expansive corner office, scowling at the quarterly reports illuminated by her designer desk lamp. The numbers weren't adding up the way she needed them to, and
Chapter 69
The moment Yemin's foot hit the pavement outside the police station, his senses heightened. Years of training under the old man had sharpened his awareness to a razor's edge.The tall figure in the baseball cap across the street wasn't even trying to be subtle—a calculated move, not carelessness.This has to be connected to the organization that killed my mother, Yemin thought, maintaining his casual pace without so much as a glance in the watcher's direction.The jewelry store owner's death, now this surveillance... I'm getting closer to something they don't want me to find.Yemin pretended to check his phone, using the reflection to confirm the man was still watching. With deliberate casualness, he slipped the heirloom ring off his finger and into his pocket.If they were after information about the ring, he didn't want to make it easy for them.He raised his hand to flag down a passing taxi, his movements unhurried despite the prickling sensation between his shoulder blades."Where
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"I had nothing to do with her murder," Yemin said calmly as the officers roughly handcuffed him outside the jewelry store. The flashing blue and red lights painted harsh shadows across the gathering crowd of onlookers."Yeah, right. Just like you had nothing to do with all the other shit you've been involved in," Officer Ramirez spat, tightening the handcuffs until they bit into Yemin's skin. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."Officer Bennett sneered, shoving Yemin toward the police car. "Trust me, pretty boy, you'll want to exercise that right. Things aren't looking good for you."Yemin allowed himself to be pushed into the backseat without resistance. Through the window, he could see the coroner's team wheeling out a body bag from Veronica's jewelry store. Yellow crime scene tape fluttered in the night breeze.She must have found information about the ring that someone didn't want revealed, Yemin thought, glanc
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The black limousine pulled away from the curb, leaving Veronica Hartley standing alone on the sidewalk. Moments later, the crowd that had witnessed the extraordinary scene began to converge on her, their faces etched with curiosity and excitement."What was that all about?" a heavyset man demanded, pushing through the others. "Who was that guy?"Veronica's mind raced. Marcus's warning about keeping the conversation private echoed in her ears. She remembered the threat, the implied consequences of speaking about Yemin Morgan."Nothing important," she said with a forced laugh, trying to sound dismissive. "Just some rich woman inside the limo. That man—Yemin—he was just begging for money. Typical leech."The men exchanged knowing looks. "We knew it!" one of them exclaimed. "Probably lives off women's charity. Just look at those cheap clothes."Another chimed in, "Bet he's been running scams all over the city. Surprising he hasn't been arrested yet."Veronica nodded, playing into their na
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