Carl’s body stiffened.His gaze locked onto her, his dark eyes unfathomable.He leaned in, so close that the tip of his nose almost brushed against hers.The sensation in his palm made his Adam’s apple bob unconsciously.The autumn wind howled outside the capital, but inside the room, it was eerily quiet.She frowned slightly—perhaps she disliked the coolness of the prayer beads around his wrist.Carl watched her, his side profile exuding a dangerous allure.Refined, striking, and utterly unreadable.So different from his usual self.He lowered himself further, his fingers tracing her face as he murmured in a deep voice, “You really have no sense of danger.”Not even he could predict what he might do next.And yet, she slept soundly, unconcerned.His eyes roved over her delicate features before his lips inched closer.The hand resting beside him clenched slightly, as if restraining himself.Deep in his gaze, a faint red glimmer flickered.As his breath hitched, the prayer beads on his
She had never cared about the engagement.And it seemed he hadn’t been too keen on it either.So, she let her grandfather call it off.Later, when people compared her to the adopted daughter of the Cromwell family, he had only said one thing:“The Jenkins family values blood ties. The one engaged to me was Miss.Cromwell—not that I didn’t want her, but rather, she didn’t want me. Cough, cough. You all should find something less ridiculous to talk about.”By then, his coughing had worsened.Yet, in a world where everyone resented her, he had still spoken up for her.But that was all in the past. By then, her grandfather had passed away.Her life had become chaotic.She had wanted to see him, to ask how he was doing.Who would’ve thought he’d end up in a car accident?A man like him—how could he have been in a car accident?Amelia's eyes snapped open.She lifted a hand, shielding herself from the sunlight streaming in.For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was still dreaming or alr
“I used to love watching idol dramas. I learned it from there,” Amelia lied naturally and steadily. “Go open the door for Elijah. If you don’t, he’ll come in and start questioning me nonstop.”Carl brushed his fingers through her hair and indeed stood up.But as for her words—he didn’t believe a single one.When the door opened—Elijah’s fair face was full of caution.He was afraid that his boss had lost his mind, being blinded by a pretty face and causing unnecessary trouble.The black mist surrounding the man was even denser now—was his prayer bead bracelet losing its effect?Elijah’s gaze lowered to the man’s wrist.Carl raised an eyebrow. “You came alone?”Elijah gestured, pointing downstairs.Carl understood immediately. “Grandma is having breakfast downstairs, and she sent you up to call us?”Elijah nodded vigorously.Carl chuckled. “You picked the wrong time to come up today. No money for you.”Elijah: … What kind of logic is that!?Carl brought him inside, making sure to set s
Amelia had a lot on her mind—things she needed to sort through.She wanted to clarify everything before telling him.But Carl was sharp and always caught onto the key points. “You think I’ll be in danger on the highway?”“Yes.” Amelia met his gaze directly.Carl looked into her eyes and laughed softly. “I’ll listen to everything you say.”That made Amelia’s expression shift slightly. “Then be careful of the people around you.”“Understood.” Carl tucked her long hair behind her ear. “Do you need my help with the Cromwell family? After all, I’ve lived in New York longer than you and know more than you do.”Amelia didn’t hesitate. “I do need you to set up a meeting with a designer.”“Who?” Carl asked.Amelia handed him a business card. “A foreign designer—Kogawa Takeda.”Carl’s expression darkened. “Another Kogawa family member?”“You know him? That makes things easier.” Amelia spoke casually. “He designed the Cromwell family’s old residence. I think he did a good job, so I want to ask a
"Miss Amelia, first time here?"The man was talkative, speaking in a pure New York accent."You can call me Scarface."As soon as he finished speaking, someone from a nearby stall called out, "Sir Jonathan, you're here! I’ve got some good stuff today!""I’ll take a look later." Scarface nodded, exuding an air of authority."Alright! I’ll keep it reserved for you!"Amelia’s smile was subtle. "Sir Jonathan?"Scarface fanned himself leisurely. "It’s just a name folks in the trade gave me out of respect. You know, I go by Scarface."Then, he turned back to business. "Mr. Cromwell mentioned that Miss Amelia is looking for some mountain stones and special artifacts? Any specific requirements for quality?""Not really." Amelia replied while shifting her gaze to Elijah.Elijah seemed right at home in the vintage shop, his sharp eyes scanning the stalls before slightly pursing his lips.Amelia brought him here as her personal scanner. His eyes could help her locate valuable items with remarkab
Scarface initially wanted to dismiss her as someone from a "small place" with limited knowledge.But seeing her composed and confident demeanor, he couldn’t help but second-guess himself.Regardless of what others thought, if Mr.Cromwell acknowledged her, then she was legitimate—end of story.Scarface reassured himself with this thought.Amelia remained as poised as ever, her refined presence standing out, but she showed no interest in discussing Mr. Cromwell."We’re here." Scarface lifted his heels slightly to get a better look. "As expected, there's a queue."The crowd was sizable. The line of appointments stretched from inside the store all the way out onto the street.The storefront had a traditional aesthetic, filled with an array of antique treasures.A man walked out holding a slip of paper, beaming with joy. "The master said that if I follow this prescription, I’m guaranteed to have a son!""The master even knew you were trying for a child?!" someone nearby exclaimed in amazem
Curse Others, Curse Yourself?!Scarface gasped sharply.Better not stay in the capital?!Could Master Dawnshade have foreseen that the person he brought was actually the seventh young lady the Cromwell family just reclaimed?Scarface opened his mouth, about to speak, but Amelia beat him to it:"Master, may I ask if there is a way to resolve this?""It is very difficult to resolve." The elderly man looked compassionate. "Some suffering is beyond your control. You lacked love since childhood, rarely understood by others, leading to resentment."Amelia spun the teacup in her fingers, her smile faint. "Resentment?""Yes," the old man looked at her. "Your suffering stems from resentment—you are unaware of it yet unable to break free. You wonder why others have what you lack."Elijah, listening at the side, was growing impatient, his tiger-like eyes narrowing dangerously.Yet Amelia merely sighed lazily, her tone indifferent:"Someone read my fortune before. He told me that my blessings are
Scarface was floored!She had done it on purpose—deliberately leading the conversation toward academics to expose that Master Dawnshade couldn’t predict a thing!He had spent no less than a million at Master Dawnshade’s place over the past year.How did it come to this?!Scarface forced himself to stay calm.Master Dawnshade was still looking at him. "Sir Jonathan?"Sir Jonathan, my ass! Scarface’s eyes widened fiercely. "Not buying!"The elder's expression stiffened—he clearly hadn’t expected this outcome.Just then, laughter sounded behind Scarface."Grandpa Oak, you’re really turning your back now? Not even giving Master Dawnshade some face?"The group strolled in, dressed in the latest fashion, all wearing high-end brands.Each had a distinct style—some with dyed hair, others with striking good looks—but they all had one thing in common: their privileged backgrounds.Elijah found this quite intriguing—he was always sharp when it came to money.He glanced at Amelia, as if asking,
In the past, Zane might have played along with this act, but now he was drowning in his own troubles and had no time to worry about Abby’s feigned frailty."I should never have listened to you!"With that, Zane stormed out of the hospital.The moment he left, Abby grabbed her phone and opened the web. The news of the situation flipping against them was everywhere.Even in the group chat, the topic dominated, and almost everyone had tagged her."Abby, that Taoist was Master Cloudwalker! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?""Master Cloudwalker is incredibly difficult to meet. My grandfather went to Dragon Lake Mountain multiple times and never even got to see him. He still has to show him the utmost respect.""I can’t believe Master Cloudwalker was at your family’s hotel. If I had known, I would’ve booked a stay too!""Abby, my dad wants to know—can you get in touch with Master Cloudwalker? Money isn’t an issue."Suddenly, the tone of the group had changed completely.Rowan remained silent.
"Enough!" Zane was utterly enraged, his temper flaring beyond control. "Are you trying to lose your job? Find a solution right now! Minimize the damage!"Minimize the damage? How could that even be possible?The public statement was still there, blatantly displayed for all to see. Even if the PR department wanted to delete it, netizens had already taken screenshots and spread them everywhere.Mr.Cromwell’s words about disowning his son weren’t just empty threats—they were real.Secretary Frank didn't want to hurt Zane too much, so he had kept some matters vague. But that didn’t mean Mr.Cromwell didn’t understand.He wasn’t senile enough to be deceived. His own son had tried to reclaim control of the hotel by shamelessly exposing his own daughter to the public. This made Mr.Cromwell utterly disappointed.Secretary Frank knew he was upset and asked, "Mr. Cromwell, the PR department wants to know if the corporation should intervene and seek help from mainstream media?""No need. He broug
This was like throwing a stone into a still pond—waves rippled instantly!Netizens were stunned.“What?! The head of Dragon Lake Mountain? A real Taoist?!”“Let me explain—Master Cloudwalker is the last remaining guardian of the sect. He’s an expert in the Art of Divination and the Five Elements.”“Damn! I know this guy! He’s on Wikipedia! A national-level expert in astronomy and geography?”“Here’s another fact—Master Cloudwalker never casually performs divinations, nor does he work for any aristocratic families. He only recently came down the mountain for a Taoist conference.”“So… Q Hotel really does have a fortune-enhancing effect?!”No one had expected such a dramatic twist.For Dragon Lake Mountain to personally step in and clarify meant there was no fraud involved.Q Corporation’s subsidiary account was now in utter chaos.“I just have one question—The new manager never said anything, so why did this Cromwell guy feel the need to apologize on her behalf?”“Can’t you see? Intern
Rowan understood the message—he needed to handle things privately.Amelia glanced at the chat history but had no intention of exposing Rowan. “You still hang out with them. It wouldn’t be good for you to speak up for me. Put your phone away.”Saying that, she tossed the phone back to him.Rowan, however, wanted to show his allegiance. “I was ignorant before, thinking that being in their circle made me important. But now I see things differently. Gossiping and ostracizing people isn’t right. Amelia, I’m not siding with you just because you’re powerful. After today, I’ve genuinely realized a lot.”He had lost his mother at a young age and always craved companionship. He enjoyed being surrounded by people, the liveliness of it.That was why he never lacked friends—even if he didn’t like doing certain things, he’d go along with them for the sake of his ‘brothers.’But real brothers wouldn’t hold him back, and they certainly wouldn’t push him out to take the fall.They thought having money
"That's not entirely true. Sebastian’s stage presence is insane. If you take a photo or video with him, it’ll go viral instantly.""The the Cromwell family is already trending. Isn’t he only loyal to his biological sister? He never acknowledges Abby. Just wait, sooner or later, he’ll be dragged down by that village girl too."Seeing this, Abby responded at the perfect moment:"Amanda, it's normal that Sixth Brother doesn’t recognize me. I’m just the Cromwell family’s sponsored student, after all.""What do you mean just a sponsored student? Aunt Ruby almost lost her mind back then. If it weren’t for you, the Cromwell family would’ve been a mess. Now this village girl waltzes in, and suddenly, they want to pretend you don’t exist? Meanwhile, she’s ruining the hotel’s reputation.""Amanda, my father has always treated me well. He’s trying to fix things now. Let’s not talk about my sister anymore."Amanda Fisher, Rowan’s cousin, had grown up with Abby. They were schoolmates from differen
"Let's handle the situation first. Get the press release ready."After saying this, Zane hung up the phone.Inside the hospital room, Abby gazed out at the corridor, her eyes filled with malice. Seeing a nurse enter, she quickly lay back down and opened her phone.Even though Barret and Rowan were no longer active in the circle, making things less lively than before, news of the hotel trending online had still been shared in the group chat. Someone tagged her:"Abby, isn't this your family's hotel?""Why would they use such a marketing tactic? If I hadn’t stayed there before, I might have believed it!""Who's the new person in charge? Tell Uncle Cromwell to fire them—this is humiliating."A smile tugged at the corners of Abby's lips, but she quickly masked it with a seemingly concerned response:"Don't say that. My sister just returned and doesn’t understand the market yet. Making small mistakes is normal."The group chat immediately became more active."Your sister? The one the Cromw
Abby, ever understanding, said, “Sister only wanted the hotel to do better, which is why she came up with such a drastic plan. Dad, don’t blame her.” “She’s been put in charge of the hotel as soon as she came back. The old man is too impatient,” Zane said helplessly, shaking his head. “As her father, I won’t hold it against her, but there are many other shareholders in the hotel. If this situation keeps escalating, I’m really worried something will go wrong. Even though Cromwell’s investment is the largest, we still can’t ignore the voices of the shareholders.” As he spoke, his phone rang again. “See? It’s another call from someone who wants me to go back and take over the hotel.” Abby glanced at her father and said, “Dad, we can handle everything else, but public opinion has a time sensitivity. If we don’t address it now, it’ll only escalate, and by then, it will be much harder to calm down.” Zane knew this well. “I’m just worried about Amelia taking responsibility. She’ll probab
Master Cloudwalker had never easily left his mountain before, mainly because the internet was so developed now, it was too easy to expose oneself. As for the sudden surge of attention, the Cromwell family’s PR department was completely baffled.What kind of unexpected fortune was this? They hadn't done anything, and yet they'd ended up trending online.To make things worse, the hotel alone had three spots in the trending topics. One of them was particularly explosive: **[Breaking News! I really won the lottery! The master’s words are true! Everyone, come stay at the hotel!](#)** Before this, the hotel’s rating had dropped to 4.3 stars.What’s worse, many people, especially those in business, had stopped choosing this long-established five-star hotel for meetings.There were even comments mentioning that the hotel’s staff was sarcastic and that guests often felt ill during their stay. Some said they had stayed at this hotel and started experiencing a streak of bad luck afterward,
The Zen master’s eyes lit up. “Quick! Take me to him!”This young master must be the one he wanted to take as an apprentice!But…“Wait, it’s you?”In the hotel suite, the Zen master stared at Carl’s strikingly handsome face, utterly speechless. “Why aren’t you at the Jenkins family’s estate? What are you doing here at a hotel?”Amelia watched the scene with amusement.As expected, the gossip about the Jenkins family was mostly true.For example, the Jenkins family’s young master, who had such a precious life that even masters from Dragon Lake Mountain envied him.Carl coughed lightly, maintaining his refined posture and politeness. “Master Cloudwalker, long time no see. You’re as healthy as ever.”Master Cloudwalker scoffed and turned to Amelia. “Is this your young master? The one borrowing fortune from the Zen?”Amelia nodded.Master Cloudwalker chuckled twice. “He doesn’t need to borrow. He’s the Zen’s true son.”“Master.” Carl poured a cup of tea and handed it over. “You’ve misund