Heather had no choice but to return to the office with Isaac. In the president's office, Caleb stood by the desk, maintaining a respectful demeanor. "Mr. Elkin," he began, "the restaurant for lunch has been reserved as requested. All the lilies from the city have been delivered, and the setup should be completed in about 40 minutes. "The violin ensemble has also arrived. After lunch, you and Ms. Sutton will visit the Frosthaven Tower, which is already closed to the public and awaiting your arrival." "Alright," Tyrone responded with a hint of indifference. His gaze wandered over several neckties laid out before him. He picked up one and asked, "How about this one?" "It matches your suit perfectly," Caleb answered honestly. Tyrone was the epitome of elegance, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist that made him particularly well-suited for suits. Often featured on the covers of financial magazines, his business success was complemented by his striking appearance. He did
"Is this Tyrone's mistress? She's quite pretty. Is she a celebrity?" When Heather woke up, her entire body throbbed with pain. Faint sounds of footsteps and nearby voices of men reached her ears. Struggling to open her eyes, she realized she was in a lavish room that resembled a grand living room. A few tall men stood not far away. "Where is this? Who are these people?" she wondered. As Heather tried to move, she felt ropes binding her hands behind her back. Panic surged through her as her eyes caught sight of a figure lying nearby. Squinting, she was shocked to recognize Janine—unconscious, hands tied like her own. Her face was pale, as if she had fainted. "Why was Janine here?" Heather thought in confusion. "Ms. Seel? Ms. Seel!" Heather tried to rise, but dizziness overwhelmed her. As soon as she stood, she collapsed back onto the floor, a sharp pain shooting through her knees. Her face went ghostly pale. Janine remained motionless. "Mr. Greg, she's awake," a man
Greg laughed at Heather's words. "Janine is Tyrone's wife. If she dies because of him, especially alongside his mistress, do you think the Seels will let him escape unscathed?" he snapped. His sneer deepened. "Tyrone is nothing but an illegitimate son. He only dares to stand before me because he's Frederick's lapdog. He destroyed the alliance between our families and angered the Seels. "Once Frederick casts him aside, do you really think he'll have the strength to fight the Seels alone?" Leaning back in his chair, Greg's pale face twisted into a cruel smile. "It's going to be quite a show. Too bad you won't be around to see it." Heather realized this was his plan. Greg knew Tyrone wouldn't back down from their feud. He planned to kill Janine and let the Seels seek their revenge. Without the Elkin family's support, Tyrone wouldn't stand a chance against either the Seels or Greg himself. By then, dealing with Tyrone would be easy for him. Greg's insidious nature was chil
Greg's hatred for Tyrone ran deep. Driven by a near-mad obsession, he sought revenge with a relentless focus, willing to inflict any amount of suffering just to see Tyrone in pain. Heather's panic surged as she pondered her next move. "Mr. Greg, there's bad news!" A man burst into the room, his face etched with anxiety. Greg's demeanor remained icy. "What's the rush? How many men did Tyrone bring?" With both of Tyrone's women in his grasp, Greg wasn't concerned about the number of men he might bring. "It's not that Mr. Tyrone is here," the man said, hesitating. "Something else has happened." "Speak!" Greg snapped, his patience wearing thin. Confident that Heather was trapped and unable to escape, he didn't bother hiding their conversation from her. "There's a rumor going around that you've been smuggling arms with the South Astram military, and even General Baker has been mentioned," the man reported. Greg's expression shifted, his brows furrowing. "Who leaked this?
Tyrone had arrived. Heather's heart skipped a beat as she stared at Greg. "The best option now is to cooperate—it would benefit both of us. I hope you can think this through." Greg regarded her with a knowing smirk. "Back then, you chose to offend me just to help him. Now, even in your vulnerable state, you're still concerned about him. "Are you truly so devoted to Tyrone? Does he truly deserve such loyalty?" "What are you planning to do?" Heather asked, a sense of dread settling in."You'll find out soon enough." His smile grew colder and more sinister as he turned his gaze away and commanded the nearby bodyguards, "Take them away!" … Heather and Janine were led to the rooftop. The bodyguards dropped Janine onto the ground, where she lay unconscious and unresponsive. Heather hurried to her side, panic evident in her voice. "Ms. Seel! Wake up, Ms. Seel!" But Janine remained unresponsive. "What have you done to her? Why is she still unconscious?" Heather demande
"Janine, it's been a while. I'm surprised you're still willing to tolerate Tyrone's betrayal. You've really disappointed me," Greg remarked, casting a contemptuous glance her way before turning coldly toward Tyrone. "The choice is yours now. Do you want your wife or your little lover?" he asked. Janine froze, her eyes locking onto Tyrone, while Heather, her vision blurred by the wind, also turned to him. They wondered who he would choose. "Who do you think matters more to him—his wife or you?" Greg's voice dripped with mockery as he glanced at Heather with amusement. Tyrone stood still, his gaze unwavering on Heather. After a tense pause, he said, "I choose Janine." Heather was stunned by his words. She bit her lip, unable to say a word. "See? That's the man you've been fighting for. You've sacrificed so much, and yet, in the end, he chose his wife." Greg's taunting words cut through the air, sharper than ever. He sneered at Tyrone. "So, Janine's the one who really matt
The luxury car sped toward the hospital, and a heavy silence hung over them. Tyrone's expression was grim as he untied the ropes binding Heather's wrists. Her once pale skin was now bruised and marred, with scrapes on her legs. There was also a swollen bump on her forehead, making her appear especially fragile. A dangerous glint flashed in Tyrone's eyes as his long fingers gently massaged her wrist. Trying not to startle her, he softened his voice. "How did you get hurt?"There was no response.Tyrone looked down at her pale face. She was distant and lost in thought, staring blankly ahead. The way she looked now reminded him all too much of the last time she had lost consciousness. His heart tightened with worry. He tightened his grip on her hand, the coldness of her skin deepening the concern etched in his brow. Locking his gaze on her, Tyrone muttered, "Heather, look at me. Talk to me." Just then, her eyelids fluttered, and she returned to herself. She looked at him w
In Heather's dream, she stood at the edge of a rooftop, the chasm below seeming to stretch endlessly. Paralyzed by fear, she tried to move, but her body remained unresponsive. Suddenly, the scene shifted as if projected from a film reel. She saw a tableau before her—herself teetering on the rooftop edge, Janine, Greg in a wheelchair, and Tyrone standing opposite them. "Do you want your wife or your little lover?" Greg's voice echoed menacingly. "I choose Janine," came Tyrone's cold response. Greg's chilling laughter followed. "Since you chose Janine, I'll make sure she dies!" Without hesitation, he shoved Heather off the roof. "Ahh!" In the dream, Heather watched in horror as she plummeted. The sensation of falling was painfully real, and she screamed in terror. Help! She didn't want to die! Someone save her! The scene abruptly darkened, and a mocking voice whispered in her ear, "This is the man you chose. But are you important to him?" "I choose Janine." "