LOGINJohn entered the room. “Mr. Byers,” he greeted coolly, ignoring the unconscious guard sprawled on the floor. “We need to talk.” Branson regained his composure quickly. “Is this how you treat a VIP guest? Shouldn’t my well-being be your top priority?” he demanded. John pulled out a chair and sa
Luthor’s voice turned ice-cold as he delivered his warning, his sharp glare locking onto Branson. He turned to leave, but just as his hand reached the door handle, he paused. “I don’t take threats very well, Mr. Byers,” he said calmly, though the menace beneath his tone was unmistakable. “You can
But the moment she and Luthor turned to leave, Branson’s guards blocked the exit. Rose’s eyes sharpened instantly. Luthor glanced at Branson. “Really?” he asked in disbelief. Branson’s expression darkened. “I don’t handle rejection well. It irritates me. If I can’t obtain what I want… I’d rath
“Ever since you trashed my nephew, his father—my older brother—has been doing everything in his power to uncover your identity and track you down,” Branson said smugly. “You don’t need to worry. I’ve been sabotaging his efforts every time he got close.” He leaned back proudly, pleased with his ach
Inside the room, Branson lifted his head the moment the door opened. His eyes gleamed when he saw the person was Luthor. “Ah,” he said cheerfully, “the very man I’ve been eager to meet.” He noticed Rose immediately—and his smile widened slightly. Interesting. “Please,” Branson generously g
Earlier, John had been notified of Rose and Luthor’s arrival at the hotel. Without hesitation, he ordered all departments and employees to carry on as usual and behave as naturally as possible. He understood perfectly well that Rose and Luthor, most especially Rose, preferred to move in the shadow







