Lorenzo leaned back, keeping his voice neutral. "Tell me."
"His name is Barry Sterling. He isn't just a regular wealthy man; he is a notorious local power broker with strong ties to underground operations. His family runs things in the dark—they kill people without any consequences. If he finds out you live here, he will destroy you. You can't fight someone like him." "I'm not afraid of Barry Sterling," Lorenzo said simply, his calm demeanor unshakeable. Roxana let out a stressed sigh, assuming he was merely putting up a brave front out of masculine pride. Guilt gnawed at her stomach; she couldn't bear the thought of an innocent, regular student being murdered because he played the hero for her. "Please don't take this lightly," she pleaded, leaning forward. "I appreciate your bravery, but this is my burden. Let me explain the whole story from beginning to end so you understand what you've gotten yourself into." Lorenzo nodded, adjusting his posture to listen closely. "Go on. I'm listening." "My father's tech company failed last month," Roxana said, her fingers tightening around her mug. "The cash flow completely broke, and the business was on the verge of total collapse. My stepmother...she didn't see me as a daughter. She saw me as an asset to trade. She sold my marriage to Barry Sterling in exchange for a massive contract opportunity that would provide a turnaround for our family company." She paused, a sharp, fiercely brilliant spark igniting in her eyes that made Lorenzo's heart skip a beat. This wasn't a broken victim; this was a woman with a strategic mind. "But I don't need Barry's dirty money to save my father's legacy," Roxana continued, her voice hardening with resolve. "I found a better way. The Vanguard Apex Corporation—the most renowned global enterprise in the city—is currently looking for new domestic partner companies. If I can secure just one of those contracts tomorrow night, our financial crisis is completely resolved. With Vanguard Apex as our official corporate backer, Barry Sterling wouldn't dare touch me or my family openly, and our business will survive without his blood money." Before Lorenzo could respond, the sharp, intrusive ring of a cell phone shattered the quiet room. Roxana looked down at the screen. Her face hardened as she pressed the speakerphone. "Roxana! You ungrateful, miserable little brat!" her stepmother’s voice shrieked through the speaker, dripping with venom. "Where are you?! You need to drag your pathetic self back home immediately and apologize to Lord Barry on your hands and knees! He is furious, and if we lose this connection, our company is ruined!" Roxana didn't flinch. She held the phone closer, her voice ringing out with a calm dignity that filled Lorenzo with profound pride. "I am not coming back, and I will never apologize to a monster. I told you before, mother—I will secure the Vanguard Apex contract myself. I don't need to sell my body to save our name." "You have exactly two days, you arrogant fool!" the stepmother barked back. "If that proposal fails and you don't bring back a signed contract from Vanguard, I will personally track you down, drag you back by your hair, and throw you straight into Lord Barry's bed again! Let's see who saves you then!" The line went dead. Roxana slowly lowered the phone, her shoulders trembling slightly despite the incredibly brave front she had just put on. Lorenzo felt a deep, overwhelming wave of empathy for her. He reached out, gently placing his hand over hers. "Are you going to be okay?" Roxana took a deep breath, forcing a small, grateful smile. "I have to be. I don't have a choice. I need to leave right now and go back to my temporary workspace. I have to spend the rest of the night refining my proposal. Tomorrow evening, Vanguard Apex is hosting a massive, exclusive gala to publicly announce their future partners. I’m going to infiltrate that banquet, find their senior management, show them my project, and compete for that contract with everything I have." Lorenzo looked at her determined, beautiful face, a slow smile playing on his lips. He knew something she didn't: she wouldn't have to look very hard to find the true master of Vanguard Apex. "Then go prepare," Lorenzo said softly, his voice full of an unshakeable encouragement. "And don't worry about tomorrow night. You might find that the universe favors the brave."Latest Chapter
Lesson Of Your Life.
The moment those words left Lorenzo’s mouth, Captain Julio’s entire posture shattered. The stern, authoritative expression on the captain's face evaporated into pure shock. His eyes widened as he stared intently at Lorenzo's face, the sharp morning light highlighting Lorenzo's high cheekbones, dark, piercing eyes, and absolute, immovable composure. Julio took a sharp, breathless gasp. The blood drained from his face so fast he looked like he might faint. He remembered. Six months ago, when the Imperial Manor—the legendary, multi-billion-dollar luxury estate sprawling across the highest hill of the complex, a property so expensive it had sat empty for years—was finally sold, the transaction had been handled in absolute, total secrecy. No media, no public records. Only one man had ever come to the estate office in person to finalize the private biometric clearance. Julio had been the one to personally verify his identity. He had stood in that private vault, looking at a black sec
Following Protocol.-part2
In the entire Grand Horizon estate, Vivian was infamous. She wasn't just wealthy; she was notoriously, unapologetically hot-tempered. The residents all remembered the incident from six months ago—a wealthy tech executive's unleashed golden retriever had accidentally peed on the toe of Vivian's limited-edition designer boots. When the arrogant owner had refused to apologize and instead laughed it off, saying it was just a shoe, Vivian hadn't argued. The very next morning, the executive’s entire family had packed up their belongings in total silence, sold their multi-million-dollar penthouse at a massive loss, and vanished from the city overnight.Wild rumors had swirled through the complex ever since. People whispered in hushed tones that Vivian’s family ran massive, shadowy underground syndicates, and that anyone who crossed her ended up at the bottom of the river feeding the fish. From that day on, no resident in Grand Horizon dared to walk a dog within fifty feet of her path.
Following Protocol.-part1
The moment Vivian’s cold, sharp voice echoed from the open window of her matte-black supercar, the air around the iron gates of Grand Horizon seemed to freeze solid. The security guard, who just a second ago had been puffing out his chest and threatening Lorenzo, felt his knees turn to water. He swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he gripped the edge of his tablet. "M-Miss Vivian...I...I didn't mean..." Vivian didn't even look at the guard’s terrified face. She slowly reached up, slipping off her dark designer sunglasses, revealing a pair of sharp, brilliant eyes that looked like they were carved from polished jade. When Lorenzo’s phone had rung earlier that morning, Vivian had still been lounging in her silk robes, completely unimpressed by her grandfather's relentless nagging about bringing in a "personal protector." She had picked up the line with every intention of telling the man on the other end to beat it. But the second she hit answer, she didn't hear a hired thug or a
Who Said This Man Cannot Enter?
The guard let out a loud, incredulous laugh, shaking his head as if he had just heard the funniest joke of his life. "Are you serious right now? You? An owner here?" The guard pulled out his electronic tablet, slapping the screen with his hand. "Listen to me, you delusional piece of trash! I have the entire master registry for Grand Horizon right here on this screen! I know every single owner who lives in these towers. I know their names, their faces, and the cars they drive. Every single person on this list is a high-ranking official, a corporate titan, or an heir to a legacy family! Your name isn't on this list!" The guard leaned over the iron barrier, pointing his stylus directly at Lorenzo's chest. "The only entry on this entire system without a public name attached is the buyer of Imperial Manor—the single most expensive, exclusive property in the entire complex, worth hundreds of millions! And you're telling me you're an owner? Look at what you're wearing! You look like a beg
Unchecked Identity.
Chloe’s fake smile evaporated into a sharp, ugly scowl. "Following you?! Don't flatter yourself, you arrogant loser! We live here—or rather, Justin's family owns property here! What right do you have to question us?" Justin stepped forward, his eyes narrowing into venomous slits as he glared at Lorenzo. "I offered you a hand once, didn't I? I offered to throw you a bone, get you a low-level job so you wouldn't starve on the street with that pathetic little firm you cling to. But you were too proud. You spat in my face with your dirty little tricks." Justin gestured grandly toward the massive iron gates of Grand Horizon, a nasty, victorious grin breaking across his pale features. "And now look at you. Standing outside the gates of a place you'll never be able to afford, begging to get in. What are you even doing here, Lorenzo? Trying to apply for a security guard position? Trying to hold the door open for real men?" Justin shook his head, letting out a patronizing laugh. "Let me giv
Vivian’s Private Residence.
The morning sun filtered through the towering glass of Grand Horizon, the most exclusive residential estate in the city.The entire complex was a fortress of extreme wealth, surrounded by polished stone walls, lush gardens, and an entrance guarded by iron gates that looked like they belonged to a palace rather than an apartment complex.Lorenzo stepped off the sidewalk, adjusting the cuffs of his dark, understated jacket. He glanced down at his phone, reading the text message sent directly from the grandfather of the Abram’s family:“Vivian’s Private Residence, The Grand Horizon Penthouse. The keycard access has been updated. Good luck moving in today, Lorenzo. She needs a firm hand.”This was the commission. To ordinary eyes, Lorenzo was a man taking on a bodyguard or chaperone duty for a rich heiress. In reality, moving into the residence was a strategic maneuver, placing him in the private quarters of Vivian.Lorenzo approached the security booth at the main iron gate. A tall guard
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