Lena thought about tonight’s party and how Elise would probably explode if found out. Elise was her best friend, but she decided it was better not to tell Elise for now. With Elise’s personality, who knew what kind of dramatic revenge might plot? Lena didn’t want to drag Elise into this mess—she preferred to handle it herself.The rumors in the office had finally quieted down over the past couple of days.“I'm taking a two-hour break this afternoon,” Lena told Iris.Iris knew her schedule. There weren’t any meetings or business trips planned for the afternoon, so Lena must be leaving for personal reasons. Instead of agreeing immediately, Iris asked with concern, “Do you want me to come with you?”Lena patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll have a bodyguard with me, and I’m going to a public place. If I’m not back in two hours, I’ll let you know.”Dressed in a crisp white pantsuit, Lena walked with purpose, her stride exuding an aura that made it seem like she was on her way to confro
As Lena’s figure disappeared, Fred could no longer keep his cool. He snatched up the stack of documents on the table. It wasn’t just a few sheets of paper—page after page revealed itself as he flipped through them, his face growing darker with every turn.He quickly made a call to HR, and by the time he hung up, his gaze was icy.Thud! A crumpled stack of papers slammed back onto the desk. Fred clenched his teeth. “Get Stellan in here. Immediately!”In his own room, Stellan had no idea what was brewing. He leisurely returned a watch he’d been admiring for ages to the safe. “What does he want with me this time? Ever since Dad went abroad, he’s been hounding me non-stop this month.”He muttered his complaints under his breath.Meanwhile, his assistant, crumbs still stuck to his lips, quickly wiped his mouth with a tissue and said cautiously, “Ms. Carrington left his office not long ago—”“Who did you say?” Stellan’s head snapped up, startling the assistant. Sta
The room fell into dead silence for a moment, followed by a sharp, loud gasp.“Five million!” Stellan’s eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. His Patek Philippe watch was worth just over a million dollars, yet the company was now losing several times more than the benefits he’d gained.Fred rapped his knuckles on the table, snapping Stellan out of his daze. “Dolphin Real Estate submitted a report on our substandard materials. Five million is just for returning the defective goods, resupplying qualified ones, and covering the costs they’ve incurred from using the unqualified materials. This doesn’t even include the cost of a full internal investigation into our quality issues, nor the expenses of finding new material suppliers. We don’t even have a final number yet.”“Why should they return everything? Only a fifth of the materials had problems!” Stellan blurted out, visibly agitated.Fred let out a heavy sigh, looking utterly exhausted. “Do you think th
The elevator wasn’t too far, but still a bit of a walk. She held her breath and focused her strength on her hand.“Lena.” A man’s voice called out, slightly breathless.Lena exhaled sharply, her tense expression softening. Her hand slipped out of her bag as she turned around swiftly, ready to give someone an earful—only to be met with Alaric’s face, taut with worry.Her movements paused, and she asked in confusion, “Where did you come from? And why are you so nervous? Did something major happen at the company?”His sharp eyes scanned her from head to toe. Once satisfied she was unharmed, Alaric finally spoke, though his brows still furrowed slightly. “Your phone was unreachable.”“Huh?” Lena looked at her phone, shaking it slightly. “Not sure why, but I wasn’t getting any signal earlier. You… came all the way here just for that?”“The banquet incident wasn’t that long ago, and you’re already bold enough to wander around alone?” His tone was stern, catching he
Alaric's breath hitched suddenly, his heart thundering in his chest. His gaze instinctively flicked to his right hand, then followed the delicate arm upward until it landed on Lena's eyes.There was a gentle warmth in her gaze, tinged with a probing curiosity. "Why would you go this far for me?"Her directness caught Alaric off guard, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words. Surprise flickered across his face before he quickly composed himself, lowering his gaze. A corner of his mouth curved into a sly, meaningful smile. "What’s this about?"He dragged out the last word, his tone playful as he slowly lifted his eyelids.Anyone could tell his question was teasing.The hand resting on the back of his remained motionless. Alaric released the mouse, flipping his hand over naturally to hold hers. He made a deliberate show of it, his broad, warm palm brushing slowly against her cool skin, sending a shiver through her.She made no move to pull away. Instead, he
“Were you just saying this one is delicious?” Lena gestured toward a small, dome-shaped cake with a blue gradient design. It was decorated with white sugar pearls of various sizes, perfectly sized for two at four inches.Cassian snapped back to attention. "Oh, right. Yeah, this one’s pretty good—and not too sweet, actually."He was a regular at the shop, often buying cakes for his younger sister. Having sampled nearly everything on the menu, his recommendations carried weight, a fact Lena had already guessed."I’ll take one of these, please," Lena told the staff.Cassian picked out his choices, too. Lena noticed he’d selected four different desserts and asked curiously, "Are these all for Tessa?" Lena knew he wasn’t fond of sweets himself."Yeah, she did well on her test, so I promised her a reward," he said, his voice dripping with affection.Another day of envying the sibling bond others had. She muttered under her breath, "So lucky."With their cakes neatly boxed, they paused outs
Lena was a little overwhelmed by the lavish dinner setup—it was brimming with a sense of ceremony. The table was adorned with exquisite dinnerware and intricately carved crystal glasses.Elise had only learned she was coming over not long ago, yet she had prepared such a sumptuous feast. Lena knew this about Elise: though she seemed carefree on the surface, she was tender and meticulous at heart.The appetizer was a luxurious lobster salad, dressed with a tangy champagne vinaigrette and served alongside crispy French baguette slices."Here, try this," Elise said, pouring vintage champagne into Lena’s glass.The bubbles were delicate, and the aroma was layered with hints of musk and citrus, perfectly complementing the appetizer's nuanced flavors. It was easy to lose track of how much you were drinking, but since they were at Elise’s house, Lena, usually a lightweight, felt no need to restrain herself.In the open kitchen, the chef was preparing steaks to their ind
In the meeting room, the blueprint for Winfield's upcoming large-scale project, "Escort Wharf," was displayed on the projector. This waterfront project was named after the historic shipyard that stood on this site over three centuries ago, once a government dockyard.Using a laser pointer, Lena circled a section on the left side of the screen. "This area will be the residential zone, where 3,500 high-end apartment units will be built. The middle section, due to the historical heritage of the shipyard, will have its exterior preserved and refurbished, while the interior will be transformed into a new shopping mall..."A pair of eyes from the investors’ seats had been fixed on Lena since the moment she entered the room. It wasn’t purely admiration—there was a hint of personal emotion mixed in.Lena wasn’t particularly grateful to Keaton for helping her out at the dinner that night. To her, he was the typical businessman who wouldn’t let anything compromise his interests—ev
Lena really did guess it right—Edith had pulled his grandmother aside so mysteriously just to find out if Alaric was currently single.Alaric helped his grandmother into the car first before walking around to get in from the other side. The cool night air slipped in briefly before being swallowed up by the warmth inside the vehicle.He held the phone he had just hung up, not putting it back into his pocket. His fingers absentmindedly brushed over the still-warm screen.Facing the car window, he let the dim interior lighting mask the unrestrained amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.Isla pressed the seat’s massage function, and a faint humming sound followed. After a whole evening of walking around, she was indeed a little tired. But she had also gath
The cool autumn breeze drifted through the windows of the hotel’s banquet hall. Holding a glass of wine, Alaric stood beside his grandmother, Isla, listening to the hum of her conversation with the other guests.Officially, the gathering was to celebrate the birth of a friend’s great-grandchild, but in reality, it was just an excuse for a group of old friends to get together.The event was held at Taurus Hotel, one of Alaric’s properties.Soft lighting cast a warm glow over the hall, where cream and pale yellow decorations adorned the space. Silver trays, neatly arranged with delicate pastries, lined the center table.Guests were busy cooing over the baby, the sound of camera shutters clicking nonstop.Alaric was one of the few younger people in attendance, unable to tell who was who. But after realizing how little time he had spent with his grandmother recently, he decided to accompany her when she casually mentioned this gathering and that no one else was avail
Just after confirming their relationship, Alaric wanted to take things to the next level—bringing Lena to meet his family. He was eager to announce the good news to the world.Lena's pupils shrank slightly. She suddenly recalled that Alaric’s mother had visited her office not long ago, probing her, trying to confirm that she had no romantic feelings for Alaric.She had put on a flawless act back then.If she treated social interactions like high-stakes business deals worth millions, she could conceal her emotions without a trace.But now, Alaric had blindsided her with his confession.One moment, she was putting on a front of complete indifference in front of his mother, Daisy. The next, she’d be showing up
Feelings are like a floodgate that, once opened, cannot be closed. Alaric had no intention of trying to hold it back.When Lena’s breathing finally steadied, Alaric slowly pulled back, meeting her gaze filled with tenderness. He cupped her cheek gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead.If not for the constraints of time and place, he would have held her until the night deepened.Exhaling softly, he shifted his gaze to rein in his emotions, straightened her shirt, and brushed stray strands of hair behind her ear.“Thirsty?” he asked.Lena nodded, taking the glass of water he handed her and drinking most of it in one go. The water felt like sweet relief, helping her regain clarity.
Lena read on with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. The letter went like this:“Seen the report card? I got first place this time, and you’re second. Don’t make that face like you’re not convinced. I know you’re already plotting how to beat me next time. Victory doesn’t come easy, especially when your rival is me.But, if you’re willing, we could work together to grow stronger instead of fighting like it’s life or death every day. Let me know in 24 hours.—Your rival, and the only one who gets to call you an idiot.”The handwriting was youthful but neat. The content was... immature.
Her words brought a long silence.Lena had no idea she completely missed the point.She shot back with fierce momentum, expecting an instant rebuttal from Alaric. But he didn’t respond.Instead, he pressed one hand against the bookshelf behind her, leaning in close, his gaze fixed straight on her. His eyes locked on the tips of her long, dark lashes, glimmering faintly in the light.“No problem. This way, you can take responsibility for sleeping with me.”What?Lena froze as if struck by lightning. He’s bringing up something from centuries ago again.If he said that just to score a quick win and banter with her, well—he won.
Lena’s gaze was fixed on the ground as she focused entirely on the conversation over the phone, completely oblivious to the person standing by the door.On the other end of the call, Cassian sounded hesitant. “Owen didn’t exactly ask me to help arrange a meeting with you.”So, he’s asking for money?Lena wasn’t surprised. Her family had taken such a huge risk agreeing with Dolphin Real Estate’s scheme to bring down Winfield, only for nothing to come of it. Winfield emerged unscathed—in fact, the rumors about her and Alaric only seemed to have amplified the attention on Winfield Real estate.The six-percent stock drop they experienced had not only recovered but was now trending upward. Even their future projects, li
Lena had been so busy since Tuesday that she barely had time to sleep. At work, she was collaborating with the PR department to steer the company clear of a string of negative press. In her personal life, she was discussing the most advantageous legal strategies with her lawyer.During this time, she received dozens of anonymous calls. She figured they were either reporters or her brother, who was probably itching to hurl more sarcastic remarks her way. Her lawyer advised her to avoid any private contact with them. Even if they couldn’t elicit anything incriminating from her, it might still complicate future court proceedings.“If there’s anything to be said, let it go through the lawyers,” The once-fiery public sentiment about the "adopted daughter turned ingrate" had now died down completely. Fred, surprisingly protective of his significant other, had hurried off to Dolphin Real estate to address the issue himself, determined not to let any
Lena didn’t realize that Alaric had gone out in the afternoon until he returned, and only then did she discover he’d paid a visit to Hawthorne Construction. Since Stellan’s downfall, there was no longer any doubt about Hawthorne’s successor. It had always been clear that Fred was the top contender. Whether in terms of work capability or temperament, Fred was far steadier than Stellan had ever been. Naturally, Alaric’s visit this time was to meet Fred. Although their last meeting had been far from pleasant, Lena had privately handed over evidence of Stellan supplying substandard materials to Fred instead of making it public. Lena didn’t have to do that. Even though Stellan was solely responsible, exposing the matter would have only hurt the company’s business and led to incalculable losses. Thus, Fred owed them a favor. Alaric’s visit today was to cash in on that favor. Even if Fred didn’t like Alaric one bit, he still maintained proper etiquet