In a simple, understated office within the Brooklyn Group, Noah Johnson was deeply engrossed in his work. For six consecutive hours, he'd remained seated, demonstrating his tireless dedication. Suddenly, his assistant, Liam Day, entered the room. Placing some papers on Noah's desk, he declared, "Sir, we've got it."Noah stopped his work, his expression turning serious as he looked at Liam. The project he had tirelessly pursued for a month was finally theirs. It was a significant win snatched from the Dixon Group—a crucial, high-budget project. Since taking over the Brooklyn Group a month ago, Noah has steered the company towards several successes. His sharp intellect and strategic prowess had garnered praise from the business world."These are the documents," Liam confirmed.Noah picked up the papers, quickly reviewed them, and then tossed them onto the table before reclining in his chair with a cold, calculating gaze."Commence work on this project immediately, even if it requires bo
Noah stood tall and composed. Clad in a crisp white shirt and sleek black pants, his sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, throwing an air of effortless confidence. Two buttons of his shirt remained casually undone, revealing a glimpse of his masculine chest, an expensive silver wristwatch adorning his wrist, glinting in the ambient light. His choice of black shoes added a touch of sophistication to his getup. His deep, penetrating eyes gazed intently. The closely pressed, slightly pursed pink lips hinted at an unspoken resolve, adding an air of mystery and allure to his handsomeness. His presence commanded attention, echoing the charisma and aura of authority associated with his lineage, reminiscent of his biological father, Yohan Dixon.As he saw Sara, Noah felt a lump in his throat. It had been a whole month since he last saw his mother and his heart ached to be with her. The coldness in his eyes softened for a moment, and he took a step toward her. Sara slowly stood up from the
In a dimly lit apartment, Noah lounged on the couch, puffing on a cigarette while fixated on the news broadcast. The surgeons responsible for Yohan Dixon's transplant appeared in a press conference. The initial news was promising – the liver transplant had been successful. However, the room fell silent as the tone shifted. "The transplanted liver is showing signs of primary non-function," the main surgeon announced solemnly. "This necessitates an urgent need for another transplant. Mr Dixon remains unconscious, and his condition is grave."Noah's face contorted slightly at the news, a mix of anxiety and a touch of regret flashing across his eyes. He stubbed out his cigarette and poured some wine into a glass for him.A reporter asked, "It is being said that neither Noah Johnson nor Sara Owen is present during this difficult time. What would you say about this?""Miss Owen was here at the hospital continuously until the operation was concluded. However, after the procedure, she had t
Natalie walked into the study, her hand resting on Bruno's shoulder, tears welling in her eyes. "Bruno..." "I'm scared, Natalie. For the first time. Not even when Neel showed his true colors," Bruno admitted. "Jimmy wouldn't do that. He loves all of us," Natalie assured him. "Neel loved too, until he found out the truth about his biological father. Natalie, I couldn't convince Jimmy to stop his vendetta against Ricky. He's set on ruining him, and Ricky's situation is getting worse..." The two of them hugged and cried, feeling helpless and trapped in a situation they couldn't control. Meanwhile, Sara returned to the hospital. As she reached Yohan's room, the news struck her like a thunderbolt. Yohan's condition had deteriorated, and his body was rejecting the new liver. Her eyes filled with tears, refusing to dry. She was overcome with fear and anxiety as she realized the urgent need for a new donor. … Jemma finished up at work and headed to the parking lot. Upon reaching her car
Jay lay senseless in the ICU, surrounded by machines beeping rhythmically. Wires and tubes connected him to monitors, displaying his weak vital signs. Medical professionals rushed around, tending to his injuries with urgency, while his fate hung in the balance.Jemma stood motionless outside the ICU, tears streaming down her face, gazing at Jay through the glass. She felt paralyzed by grief, watching him fight for life. The machines beeped incessantly, heightening the harsh reality of his weak state, and leaving her in misery.The doctors and staff exited the ICU, leaving Jay alone. Jemma remained unmoving. Soon, Eric arrived, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “It’s late. I’ll drop you.”She wiped her tears and glanced at Eric."What did the doctor say?" Jemma asked."Jay slipped into a coma. It's uncertain when he'll wake up. His condition's critical; he might not last long," Eric replied grimly.Jemma froze, staggered to the nearby couch, shut her eyes, and tears streamed
Noah entered her study room and placed the car keys on the desk, noticing the forgotten scarf. As he held it, memories flooded back, particularly the night he had hurt her. He grappled with the reality that Jay and Jemma's only fault was liking each other. Hindered and stressed, Noah screamed and began breaking things in the room out of sheer frustration.Another week slipped away.Yohan's health deteriorated due to the absence of a donor. His company's situation remained bleak.Jay lingered in a coma, and Jemma continued working at Venus Group.Noah, consumed by suffering, carried on with his routine until one day, while working in his office, Liam's phone call interrupted his day. Noah, still working, answered the phone, "Hmm...""Sir, I've sent you a comprehensive report on your mother's past."Noah stopped working, listening intently."Also, we've managed to capture Mr. Dixon's security unit and investigation unit. He's left with nothing more to lose. I'll provide another report
As the snow fell, covering the streets in a white blanket, people strolled, cuddling their partners for warmth. Noah sped in his car until a red signal halted him. Extinguishing his cigarette, he noticed a woman, shivering without warm attire. She was in formal clothing, seemingly off from work, hugging herself tightly in the snow. Noah's car stopped, he got out of the car, and seeing him, she paused in her tracks.Noah quickly removed his blazer and draped it around Jemma, leading her to his car. He didn't hesitate, pulling her along by the wrist. Jemma complied, quietly seating herself. He fetched his warm coat from the back seat and gently wrapped it around her. Adjusting the car's temperature, Noah glanced at her as she gradually stopped shivering, now feeling warm and comfortable. "Where's your car?" Noah asked.Jemma softly responded, "I got home late that night, so... my stepmother..."Noah's tone turned frosty. "Look at me."Jemma lifted her gaze, meeting his icy eyes."Did s
"Who told you where I live?" Noah asked."Jemma shared it. I really need to talk to you." Sara seemed hesitant."Let's go inside the apartment. We can sit down and chat comfortably.""No. I'm fine."Noah put his hands in his pockets and asked, "Tell me."Sara, tears in her eyes, said, "Yohan's dying. The liver transplant failed. He needs a new liver urgently."Noah smirked, "Then find someone else to donate.""When the potential donor found out they had to donate to Yohan, they demanded a hefty sum of money. And as you know, the company is already drowning in debt."He smirked, "Who have you come to meet here? Your son is dead to you. Maybe you're here to meet a businessman. But how can I assist you with this? If you're after money to pay off the donor... Sorry, I'm not in a charitable mood."Sara was taken aback by his harshness but managed to stay composed. "Jimmy, you have the same blood group as Yohan. Can you donate your liver to him?"Noah's eyes turned dark, and he turned away.