Sorry, I’m only able to update now because I was hospitalized for a while recently.
“Isn’t that Young Master Lorenzo?” The shout from one of the reporters covering the news in front of Beth Jefferson’s art gallery immediately caught everyone’s attention, focusing on the couple who had just walked towards the building. “It is!” another journalist exclaimed. “Who’s that woman? Why is Young Master Lorenzo with her?” Another journalist chimed in. “Could she be his new girlfriend?” The reporters began speculating with their own analyses. “This is huge news!” The reporters' excitement caused a stir around the gallery. One by one, they raced to get the scoop first, prompting the gallery’s security team to intervene after seeing the situation getting out of hand. It wasn’t surprising that the reporters were so enthusiastic, as it had been a long time since they covered anything related to Regis Lorenzo. They acted l
A confident smile appeared on Amora's lips. "I'm very honored and touched that you can recognize me, Mrs. Jefferson," she said. "How have you been, Miss Lysander?" Beth asked, her expression full of concern. Of course, the elderly woman had already heard about what had happened to Amora. Seven years ago, Beth had listened to Gilda’s complaints about her friend’s beloved granddaughter. "I heard that you …." "I'm doing fine, Mrs. Jefferson. It’s wonderful to see you still looking healthy and even more beautiful," Amora interrupted, not wanting to discuss her past at the moment. Beth chuckled softly. "That sweet mouth of yours is still the same as before, Miss Lysander," she replied. "I'm getting old. You’re the one who looks more beautiful and mature, to the point that I almost didn’t recognize you," added the elderly woman. There were actually ma
Amora took a deep breath and said softly, "Maybe it would be better if you looked at this before I explained my problem."She opened her handbag and handed Beth Jefferson a few neatly folded sheets of paper.The elderly woman eyed Amora with suspicion but finally unfolded the papers, and her expression instantly shifted to one of shock.“This is ….”Beth’s voice trembled. She tightly gripped the papers, her eyes narrowing. Slowly, she raised her head again and stared intently at Amora.“Where did you get this, Miss Lysander?” She asked interrogatively. “And ... why are you showing this to me? Do you think I’ll just believe you?” Beth added coldly.The tension between the two women, from different generations, made the room feel ominous. However, Amora didn’t feel pressured at all. She had anticipated that the older woman wouldn't trust her easily, which was why she needed Regis’s support by her side.“I know you won’t accept this evidence without a strong reason. But would you believe
"Miss Lysander, Gilda should see you like this. Then she wouldn't worry so much, knowing her granddaughter isn't as weak as she thinks," Beth quipped after finally stopping her laughter.Amora gave a tight smile. From the old woman's words, she knew her grandmother always worried about her."Mrs. Jefferson, we should return to our discussion."Regis, who had been silently allowing Amora to speak with Beth Jefferson, could no longer resist. He had heard and seen how the old woman treated his wife.On one hand, Amora didn’t want a confrontation between them. But now, she wasn’t sure Beth would grant her request.“Will you take strict action on this or not? If not, I will handle it myself, but I can't guarantee you won't get involved," Regis said with an underlying threat.Beth's expression darkened slightly, seeing the seriousness in the rightful heir of the Lorenzo family. She was convinced Regis would follow through on his words.Not only did Regis’ statement shock Beth, but it also s
“As always, I want you to invest in my new business,” Beth said with full confidence to Regis, laying out her conditions.The elderly woman had already agreed to oust Johannes and Larry from the foundation’s management. She also planned to file a lawsuit against Johannes for his embezzlement.“And I want you to buy a painting at this exhibition. I’ll use the funds for additional investment and ... of course, for charity too,” Beth casually added, explaining her desires.Regis smirked. “No problem,” he replied without hesitation.Amora, standing between them, could only stare in astonishment. She felt like she had been played by both of them as if the earlier tension had never existed.‘Huh, are all businesspeople two-faced?’ Amora muttered to herself, pouting.Beth shifted her gaze to Amora and smiled slightly upon seeing her expression.“You’re lucky to be Young Master Lorenzo’s woman, Miss Lysander,” Beth said.Amora knew that Beth Jefferson’s words weren’t a compliment. She also un
Regis's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. The lighting in the garden was dim, with only small lamps placed sporadically, making it difficult for him to locate the mysterious shooter.Regis didn't mind being the target himself, but he couldn't let Amora be dragged into danger with him.Judging by the size of the bullet lying on the terrace floor, Regis guessed the shooter was using a short-barreled weapon. Shooters with such weapons typically couldn’t target anything more than 25 meters away.Especially with the dim lighting outside, it would be hard for them to aim accurately—unless they were professional marksmen.Regis's expression grew darker. If he had been one second slower, that bullet would have been lodged in his wife's body.Regis was convinced the secret shooter was still hiding behind the dense trees at various points in the garden before him.His hand clenched into a fist. He wanted to rush out from behind the pillar and find the hiding spot of that damn shooter. Unfort
Amora’s eyes darted quickly around her surroundings. Finally, she spotted Beth Jefferson amidst a group of guests who were chatting with her.Amora tried to calm her expression and suppress her panic. She didn’t want to cause an unnecessary commotion at the event, as it would only create chaos and allow the perpetrator to escape.Grabbing a glass of wine from a nearby table, she approached Beth with calm, deliberate steps.“Excuse me,” Amora said, trying to politely interrupt the crowd surrounding the elderly woman.Everyone’s gaze shifted toward her. A few people shot her disdainful looks for interrupting so rudely, but Amora ignored them and went straight to the point, “Mrs. Jefferson, may I speak with you for a moment?”Beth furrowed her brow, confused. She had thought her conversation with Amora had concluded some time ago.Seeing Beth’s indifference, Amora tried again to grab her attention, saying, “I wanted to discuss the price of the painting I liked earlier, Mrs. Jefferson. Co
"Who gave you orders?" Regis inquired, his breath labored.It was hard for him to turn around as the mysterious man held him firmly, giving him no chance to break free. He couldn’t act recklessly; he needed to wait for the right moment to catch his opponent off guard."Young Master Lorenzo, death is staring you in the face. Do you still need to know such trivial things?" The man, whom Regis had suspected of being a Volker family envoy, taunted.Regis smirked. "Of course. I need to drag you and your master to hell," He hissed.Without even looking, Regis could feel the seething rage emanating from the man behind him."Bastard! Do you think you’ll still be able to gloat when you’re dead, huh?" the man growled.The mysterious man pressed the tip of his gun against Regis' right temple. The tension was palpable, but Regis remained unshaken. His eyes narrowed, glancing at the barrel pointed at him.Regis shifted his gaze to the opposite side, then suddenly said, "Mr. Volker, so you decided
Chris gasped. He slowly nodded and muttered, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your personal life. I’m just worried about you.”“Instead of worrying about me, maybe you should take a look at yourself, Chris,” Amora shot back, noticing that Chris looked just as much of a mess as she did.Chris had barely paid attention to his own condition. He’d been too focused on Amora—staying by her side the whole time and asking the nurses and doctors to give her the best care possible. She’d looked like she was in seriously bad shape when she arrived.“Amora, I—”Before Chris could finish his sentence, Amora cut in. “What time is it?”“I’m not sure. Maybe three or four,” Chris guessed. He hadn’t even realized how much time had passed—he’d been too focused on her.“Oh my God ... I’ve been unconscious that long?” Amora whispered in disbelief. She suddenly felt anxious, wondering if Regis or her son had already gotten home and were worried sick about her.Amora tried to sit up, but Chris quickly stop
“Wait … just hold on. Stay home with Uncle Xavier, okay? Let Daddy go check it out,” said Regis, trying to calm his son, who sounded anxious on the other end of the line.Earlier, Regis had asked Xavier to help pick up Rayden from school because he had a meeting with Alejandro. Now, Xavier and Rayden had just arrived at their rented house, only to find that Amora wasn’t there.Rayden clearly remembered his mother wasn’t feeling well that morning. Worried, he tried calling her using Xavier’s phone, but she didn’t answer.Growing more concerned, Rayden used a tracking app he had previously synced with his mom’s phone. The last known location showed her at a restaurant, which didn’t sit right with him.Thinking she might be with his father, Rayden called Regis. But Regis had no idea where Amora was either.“Remember, stay with Uncle Xavier. Got it?” Regis reminded his son not to act impulsively, then ended the call.Alejandro’s face tensed with concern after overhearing Regis’s side of t
“I don’t get it. Why would you take such a risky gamble, Mr. Volker?” Regis asked, unable to hide his curiosity.Alejandro simply smirked at Diego’s son, amused by his confusion.“If you wanted to, you could’ve just used me right now to threaten my father, couldn’t you?” Regis pressed, still trying to get a real answer from the older man.Alejandro’s smirk faded slightly as he replied, “Unfortunately for you, it’s not your life I want. It’s your father’s.”Regis could see the deep-seated hatred burning in Alejandro’s eyes. That’s when he started realizing this wasn’t just about business rivalry. All this time, Regis had assumed the bad blood between Alejandro and his father was nothing more than competition.But there was something darker—something personal—in Alejandro’s voice when he said he wanted Diego dead. Especially now, knowing he was willing to stake the entire Golden Snake organization just to get Regis involved in making that happen?That raised even more red flags for Regi
In the lavish living room of a five-star hotel suite, Alejandro Volker sat on a plush sofa, slowly puffing on a cigar. He seemed lost in thought until the voice of a younger man sitting across from him snapped him out of his reverie.“Let’s cut to the chase. Why did you ask me to come here, Mr. Volker?”Alejandro’s gaze fixed on the young man seated in front of him — clean-cut and impeccably dressed. The look on his face was one of obvious impatience.A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Alejandro’s lips. “Young Master Lorenzo, you’ve changed quite a bit since the last time we met.”Yes — the young man with him was none other than Regis Lorenzo.Not long ago, Regis received an unexpected phone call from Alejandro. He had no idea how Alejandro got his number, but he knew it wouldn’t be hard for someone in their circles.Alejandro had invited him to meet in this very hotel suite. Regis hadn’t planned to accept, but Alejandro mentioned he might be able to convince Diego—Regis’s father—t
Diego’s lips curled into a faint smirk at the woman’s reaction before he added, “But, if you want to tell Regis, that’s fine too. I wouldn’t want to waste the Old Madam Lysander’s time. Besides, she probably doesn’t have much time left anyway.”Amora’s eyes widened in shock. She shot up from her seat and slammed her hand on the table.“Mr. Lorenzo, stop threatening me by using my grandmother! Is this how a leader of the Royal Dragon behaves? Don’t you feel the slightest bit of shame?” she snapped.Diego’s expression darkened at Amora’s criticism, but he didn’t respond to her outburst. Instead, he said coolly, “If you leave Regis, I’ll grant you one request. This is the last of my patience, Miss Lysander.”“That’s not fair, Mr. Lorenzo! Why are you being so selfish? Are you only thinking about your happiness? Regis is your son, but nothing you’ve done reflects what a father should be!” Amora shouted, her anger boiling over.She couldn’t hold back anymore—his words and attitude had cros
“Do you want to meet your biological father, Miss Lysander?” Diego asked, his tone probing.He had considered arranging a meeting between them as a trade-off—if Amora agreed to leave Regis. “If you want, I can—”But Amora cut him off immediately. “That won’t be necessary!”Diego froze, caught off guard. He noticed the tears beginning to pool in her clear eyes, but there was something else there too—a sharp, almost predatory glare that made it clear she wasn’t someone to mess with.A faint, cold smile curved Diego’s lips. That side of her ... it was just like Alejandro Volker—and Diego hated that side the most.Even though he could see how angry Amora was with both Alejandro and himself, Diego couldn’t care less. In fact, he almost welcomed her hatred for Alejandro. To him, that was a win.‘Alejandro Volker … maybe the best punishment for you is your daughter’s hate,’ Diego thought with a twisted smile.He wanted Alejandro to feel the same kind of pain he felt now—being despised by you
"Are you criticizing how I handle my son, Miss Lysander?" Diego asked, his voice cold and piercing.The pressure in the air made Amora hold her breath. She quickly broke eye contact with the middle-aged man. That sharp gaze, almost suffocating in intensity, made her realize she might've crossed the line. Still, she didn’t believe anything she said was wrong.“I think you know what I really meant, Sir,” Amora replied, refusing to back down even a little.Diego scoffed. Her unyielding attitude both impressed and annoyed him. “If he hadn’t chosen a life with you, I wouldn’t have gone this far either, Miss Lysander,” he said as calmly as he could.Inside, though, rage was boiling in his chest. But he wasn’t about to let Amora see that she had managed to stir him so easily.Diego kept cornering her with harsh words, trying to make it seem like all his actions were her fault, as if she were the root of the problem. And that made Amora’s blood boil.‘No! I can’t lose it. He still has Grandma
“Mr. Lorenzo—”“Let’s talk over dinner,” Diego cut her off before Amora could say anything else. He signaled to one of his men standing by the door.Moments later, a server rolled in a cart of food that had clearly been prepared in advance. He placed a plate of beef bourguignon in front of Amora and Diego.The rich aroma of the dish made Amora’s stomach growl. She was starving—she hadn’t eaten a single thing since morning. But despite the tempting sight and smell in front of her, she held herself back.“I’m sorry, please take my plate away,” Amora said to the server.The man hesitated and looked toward Diego, whose expression had darkened at her refusal—clearly taking it as a sign of disrespect.Amora could sense the shift in Diego, too. Still, she stayed calm, projecting confidence as she stared him down. “I’m not hungry. So let’s just cut to the chase, Mr. Lorenzo.”Diego smirked. With a wave of his hand, the server quickly wheeled the food cart out of the room.“What do you want in
"Grandma ...."Amora’s whisper was soft and full of sorrow. She deeply regretted dragging her innocent grandmother into her mess.Clutching her phone tightly, Amora’s earlier resolve to avoid Diego completely shifted. Without a second thought, she bolted out of her rented house and rushed to the meeting place Diego had set.Thirty minutes later, she arrived. Amora glanced around before stepping toward the restaurant.Her brows furrowed when she saw the sign hanging on the restaurant’s door—it said closed. But the street outside still buzzed with activity like usual. A place like this shouldn’t be closing this early.Her heart pounded. A sinking feeling settled in her chest as her mind conjured all the terrible things that might be happening inside. For a second, she considered turning back. But then her grandmother’s face flashed in her mind, reigniting her courage.She took a deep breath, bracing herself, and pushed the door open. The silence inside sent a chill down her spine.The r