When the dazzling Iris Goldwyn, CEO of a corporation, filed for divorce, she thought casting her husband, Connor Duke, out of her life was a triumph. Little did she know, that decision would soon become her deepest regret.
View More"Iris, Kurt is right. If there's money to be made, our family should be given the priority.""Let's go for a private offering. We'll all pitch in!"...All the relatives in the Goldwyn family wanted to hold more shares of Iris Pharmaceuticals.Iris nodded, agreeing. It wasn't a bad idea. After all, she needed to raise money, and if her relatives could profit along with her, why not?"How much do you need, Iris?" Kurt asked."About 170 million dollars.""170 million?"The Goldwyn family was shocked. They were used to dealing with tens of thousands, not millions. How could they possibly come up with that much?Kurt was equally stunned. Even if he emptied all his savings, he would only have 130 million. But Iris Pharmaceuticals was sure to grow by ten times, and the more they invested, the more they stood to gain.Kurt had already discussed this with his father, who was also optimistic about Iris Pharmaceuticals.Kurt decided to take out his father's savings as well and buy sha
"Cheers to Kurt!"The members of the Goldwyn family stood up one after another and raised their glasses to toast Kurt.Only Connor remained seated, unmoving, like an outsider who didn't belong in their world."Connor, why aren't you standing up to toast Kurt?" Sandra demanded sharply.Connor cast a nonchalant glance at Kurt. "Toast him? Does he deserve it?"The room froze for a moment. Connor, of course, knew the truth. The collaboration between Valence Pharmaceuticals and Iris Pharmaceuticals had been his doing. Yet Kurt had shamelessly claimed the credit.Bang!Sandra slammed the table with her palm, glaring at him. "What nonsense are you spouting, you ungrateful fool? Kurt is a benefactor to our family, and you dare show him disrespect?""Forget it, Sandra," Kurt said hurriedly, a placating smile on his face. "It's my fault. I accidentally broke Connor's Louis XIII: 1874 earlier. He must still be upset. I understand."His words, though seemingly magnanimous, carried a subtl
"What a fine cognac—"Just one sip was enough to leave Edward completely intoxicated, his face lighting up with a look of pure rapture.“Edward, could you at least try to maintain some dignity?” Sandra frowned, watching Edward crawl on the ground like a dog.But then, Iris's third uncle dashed forward, throwing himself down to drink from the floor as well.Who cared about dignity? A drop of this cognac was worth ten times its weight in gold. Passing up the chance to taste it would be nothing short of foolish.And besides, this might be their one and only chance in life to savor it.Soon enough, several of Iris's cousins joined in, scrambling toward the ground in a frenzy."Save some for me!"Even Bobby couldn't hold back anymore, charging forward to compete for a taste.The scene was absurd—grown men sprawled out on the floor, shamelessly lapping up the spilled cognac. All around them, relatives stood in stunned silence, staring at the spectacle.Yet, for all the lack of deco
The bottles shattered, sending a flood of amber liquid spreading across the ground. The rich, unmistakable aroma of Louis XIII: 1874 filled the air.Kurt had done it on purpose.These bottles of Louis XIII: 1874 were priceless. Even Kurt couldn't get his hands on something like this.He had no idea how Connor had come by them, but one thing was clear: if Connor presented them to Russell, it would absolutely impress him. The old man might even push for a reconciliation between Connor and Iris.“Oh no, my hand slipped,” Kurt muttered, rubbing his palms together and offering a sheepish grin.Connor's expression turned ice cold. Kurt was practically asking for trouble.The room went dead silent. If this really was Louis XIII: 1874, the loss was staggering.“Kurt, is that the real Louis XIII?” Sandra asked sharply, her tone cutting through the tension.“Fake,” Kurt declared without hesitation. “I drink Louis XIII all the time. One whiff, and I can tell it's just some cheap knockoff.
Connor didn't think too much about it and immediately agreed."Connor, are you still living in that old house?" Iris asked casually after stating her main purpose for calling.Not wanting to entertain a discussion about his personal life, Connor ended the call without replying.The next day, he carried the two bottles of Louis XIII and made his way to Russell's residence. The old man was a known lover of fine spirits, and this Louis XIII: 1874 he had received as a gift from Tom Astor would undoubtedly delight Russell. For a true connoisseur, it was nothing short of a priceless treasure.As soon as Connor arrived at the house, Iris came into view. She was dressed in an elegant azure top that accentuated her fair skin. The understated white inner lining added an air of subdued luxury, and her neatly styled updo lent her a refined and mature allure. She stood next to a sharply dressed young man in a tailored suit—Kurt.Seeing Connor, Iris felt her heart skip a beat and hurried to
"Connor, I'm pregnant—with your child."The morning call from Christina hit Connor like a lightning bolt, leaving him utterly dumbfounded."Christina!" he snapped, nearly losing control. "How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't touch you! You did it to yourself! I saved your life, and this is how you repay me? Are you even human? If I hear this nonsense again—""Prepare to be a father," Christina interrupted with icy precision before hanging up.Damn it!Connor slammed his phone down with a force that could crack stone, his frustration reaching its peak. How could anyone be this unreasonable? And even if something had happened between them last night, how could she possibly know she was pregnant already?Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. He let the ridiculous accusation dissolve into the air, secure in the knowledge that he hadn't done anything wrong.Focusing inward, he sensed the energy within his core. It surged and swirled like a vast ocean, rich
The next day, Iris returned home with a spring in her step. Although she didn't see Connor anywhere, which left her feeling an inexplicable emptiness, the emotion was quickly replaced by immense joy.She had just returned from the headquarters of Valence Pharmaceuticals, having signed a billion-dollar collaboration contract. This meant that Iris Pharmaceuticals was on the brink of soaring to unprecedented heights of success.The house was bustling with celebration. Relatives had come to congratulate her, and laughter filled the air—except for Michael, who sat with his arm in a cast, his face twisted in resentment. Everyone else couldn't stop grinning."Look at this, just look!" Evelyn knocked on the table, her expression brimming with smugness. "The moment Iris divorced that useless Connor, she lands a billion-dollar deal with the Astor family. What does that tell you?""It tells us Connor was a dead weight and was dragging Iris down all this time," Iris's third uncle chimed in wit
Connor left in a storm of frustration.The sight of a young girl's blood carried an undeniable implication, but it wasn't his doing. Christina had overstretched and broken her own hymen and pinned the blame on him, even insisting that he take responsibility. How absurd.Still, one thing caught him off guard—this stunning, elegant heiress, renowned for her beauty and charm, was a virgin! Beneath her captivating exterior was a woman who had preserved her purity.As opposed to Iris who appeared cold and aloof, a goddess in demeanor. Yet behind closed doors, she was something else entirely. It was all about contrast. Women, Connor realized, could never be judged solely by their appearances. Behind every mask lay a different truth.Thinking further, it made sense. Christina had ascended to the pinnacle of the business world at such a young age, likely pouring all her time and energy into her career. Personal matters had taken a back seat.But Connor didn't dwell on these trivialiti
For someone of Connor's spiritual mastery, expelling the poison wasn't a difficult task. With his expertise at the third level of spiritual refinement, it was entirely within his capability. Yet, the process was tedious and demanding, requiring both precision and extraordinary self-control.Soon, beads of sweat formed on Connor's forehead, streaking down his face in uneven lines. His arms and neck bore fresh, deep scratches, the marks of Christina's desperate, frantic claws. As the toxins gradually purged from her body, Christina's thrashing slowed, and her movements grew less erratic.Meanwhile, in the McMillian family manor, Seth sat frozen, his face contorting in a storm of fury. His jaw was clenched tight, veins bulging in his neck, and his forehead glistened with sweat. Each word that escaped his lips was like venom, his voice low and seething with rage."Connor!!!"The news from Moonveil Manor had reached him like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.Dominic had failed. Worse,
"It's my first time, so… please be gentle," her voice was barely above a whisper as she looked up, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. … Connor held a cute teddy bear in his hands, his thoughts drifting to a moment three months ago. That night, his wife, Iris Goldwyn, had conceived their child—a daughter. Whenever he had a free moment, Connor would sit and grin foolishly, sketching his daughter's face over and over again in his mind. He could barely remember the person he used to be. Once, he had been the Dragon Sovereign, reigning at the peak of mystical combat. But after the battle that had cost him everything—his beloved's life and his own powers—he was left a shell of the man he had once been. Heartbroken and disillusioned, he chose to abandon everything, sealing himself with the Dragon Sigil before retreating to the remote Abnerhaven city. It was there he met Iris, his wife. And now, he had a daughter. As Connor returned home, clutching the teddy bear and br...
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