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