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
“Sorry for making you worry. I'm fine,” Regis replied in a gentle, calming voice.A sigh of relief escaped Amora's lips. “Thank goodness,” she murmured.Amora was unaware of the lie her husband was trying hard to conceal, as he struggled to hide the pain in his head at that moment. However, just one glance was enough for Altan Demir to know that Regis was deceiving her.“Young Master Lorenzo, if you're not feeling well, you should head back quickly. I wouldn't mind helping to escort this lady,” Altan suggested, causing Regis's expression to darken even more.Amora furrowed her brow. She didn't know Altan and was unaware of the man's true identity. She assumed he was just another guest looking to pry into her relationship with Regis.But upon seeing the tense atmosphere between the two men, she realized that the man called Altan had a personal issue with her husband.Amora glanced at Altan's outstretched hand but did not take it. Instead, she grasped Regis's arm. “Sorry, Sir. Thank you
“I am Regis Lorenzo, your husband and the father of your child.”Regis’s answer left Amora stunned for a few seconds, and then she rolled her eyes lazily.“Regis, I’m serious. This isn’t the time for jokes. You know I almost got into danger because of you, right? I think I deserve to know what’s really going on,” Amora exclaimed, her emotions flaring up.However, the dark eyes of her husband, shining sharply, made Amora’s courage shrink. Regis’s silence spoke volumes. He didn’t want to reveal the truth because he didn’t want Amora to get involved further, just as he had said earlier.A rough sigh escaped Amora’s lips. She turned her face away from him for a moment and said, “Please don’t involve Ray in danger with you. That’s all I ask.”Before Regis could respond, Amora had already walked into the elevator. She was tired of speaking with Regis, who provided no satisfying answers.Seeing his wife’s anger, Regis smiled faintly. He followed her into the elevator until they reached the p
“But, Young Master … didn’t the leader of Levent and our Old Master already agree not to feud anymore?”Regis was taken aback by his assistant’s question. His mind flashed back to an event ten years ago when a major conflict broke out between Levent’s and Royal Dragon’s underlings as they fought over the region known for producing the best wine in Northern California.Back then, bloodshed became inevitable when the mutual agreement couldn’t hold. The two leaders finally took action to avoid heavy losses and resource depletion.They agreed to a truce, dividing the territory in half and promising not to interfere with each other’s businesses from then on.“You’re right. But Altan isn’t Murat. Haven’t you heard about how Murat Demir and his son have been clashing lately?”Murat Demir was Altan’s father and the current leader of Levent.Mark was taken aback, shaking his head slightly.Regis gave a bitter smile, patting his assistant on the shoulder. “Sounds like you need to extend your in
In Rayden's bedroom, Amora was chatting with her son, feeling relieved that he was perfectly fine.“Grandma Emma was so happy when Ray brought her all her favorite foods.”Rayden's cheerful chatter eased Amora's worries. Her son was enthusiastic, sharing about his day with Mark Carter and his visit to Emma Adams.“Did Mrs. Adams get a headache from all your talking?” Amora teased, playfully pinching her son's cheek.She chuckled when Rayden pouted. “I'm just kidding, sweetheart. I’m sure Mrs. Adams will recover faster, just from the joy of seeing you,” she reassured him.Rayden nodded eagerly. “Of course! Grandma Emma said next time I should bring you along. She’s lonely in the apartment and misses you.”Right now, Emma Adams was in her son’s apartment recovering. However, with her son working late hours, she often felt lonely, even with a nurse around. So, Emma was thrilled when Rayden came to visit.“When can we go see her again, Mom?” Rayden asked eagerly.Amora held her son’s hand
“Did you see my phone anywhere, Ray?” Amora asked her son, who had just come out of his room after she called him.She had just finished baking macaroni casserole for their dinner tonight. As usual, she prioritized her son's health by avoiding cow's milk ingredients in her cooking."Yes, I did, Mom." Rayden pulled his mother's phone from behind his back."You left it on my bed," he said, handing it to her.Amora hugged the precious gadget to her chest with great relief. "Thank goodness. Thank you, Ray," she replied. She couldn't imagine losing such a fantastically expensive device.Maybe Regis wouldn’t scold her if she lost it, but as someone who knew the value of money, the thought of losing such a luxury item was painful.Amora placed the phone on the dining table, then hurried to set the table and serve the freshly baked macaroni casserole onto plates.“Where’s Dad, Mom? Didn't he come home with you?” Rayden asked, noting his father’s absence.Amora's hands froze for a moment. She
A wide smile lingered on Regis' lips as he parked his car at his penthouse. He could barely contain his excitement to see the woman he adored. Even though the sky had only just turned orange, he was already home earlier than usual."Good afternoon, Young Master Lorenzo," One of his subordinates patrolling the parking area greeted him."Afternoon," Regis replied, making his subordinate's face twisted in shock.Why wouldn't he be surprised? Regis was usually indifferent to every one.The unexpected friendliness made his subordinate doubt whether he had mistaken him for someone else. But upon seeing the sharp glint in Regis' eyes, the man’s courage immediately faltered.Regis cleared his throat softly. He realized his expression was a bit excessive, but it was hard for him to suppress his happiness. He was sure Amora would be surprised to see him since he hadn’t told her he’d be home earlier than usual.He walked into the elevator, his arms full of gifts he'd picked up on his way back.T
Amora's thoughts raced as she scowled internally. 'What’s he planning now? He better not ask for something weird, 'she mused, her eyes narrowing at Regis suspiciously.The subtle shift in Regis's expression revealed everything. His irritation toward Albert gradually faded, replaced by an idea—he saw an opportunity to make Amora owe him.“Well?” Regis prompted again when his wife didn’t respond.“What kind of reward are you thinking of?” Amora probed, her lips pursed.“Would you really grant it if I told you?” Regis challenged, making her feel even more wary.Amora knew Regis was scheming. Yet, with Albert and the others' lives potentially in grave danger, she didn’t have the luxury to deliberate long. Her immediate instinct was to ensure their safety, even if it meant taking a risk.“Of course, as long as you fulfill my request,” Amora replied, keeping her tone steady.She trusted that Regis wouldn’t demand anything harmful or malicious—not after his heartfelt confession the night bef
"Where’s my husband, Mr. Carter?"Amora interrogated her husband's assistant, who stood stiffly in front of her. She was considering seeking out Regis to plead for forgiveness on behalf of Albert and the others.She would feel guilty if she didn't help them, especially since Albert had been incredibly helpful to her over the past few days."I’m sorry, Ma’am, I .…"Amora let out a sharp breath. Seeing Mark’s hesitation, she sensed that he was reluctant to reveal her husband's whereabouts."Never mind. Leave and wait for me in the lobby," Amora ordered firmly.Mark nodded and quickly left the room.After he was gone, Amora picked up her phone and searched for Regis’s contact. Without a second thought, she initiated a video call. It didn’t take long for him to answer.Regis’s face appeared on the screen. Amora had chosen video call to ensure she could see exactly where her husband was."Regis," Amora greeted nervously. This was their first video call. They usually communicated via text o
"So you told them?" Amora asked, probing."Of course not. Why would you want to get involved with people like that again?" Estelle chimed in."Smart. But I don't see any harm in using this opportunity to introduce our business to them, Estelle," Amora said, a sly grin spreading across her face as she shared an idea that suddenly popped into her head."Brilliant idea. Alright, then, let’s squeeze some money out of them," Estelle replied, laughing heartily.Amora could only shake her head. "But don’t tell them I'm Regis' wife. This is still top secret. I don’t want to deal with people like them," she reminded her friend."Relax. I’ll keep my lips sealed." Estelle mimed locking her mouth."Alright, if there’s nothing else to discuss, I’m going to have breakfast," Amora said, intending to end the call."Okay. But have you contacted Mr. Ritter? He was really worried last night. Poor guy," Estelle muttered, remembering his concerned expression."I’ll try to reach out to him later," Amora re
“Ma’am, you’re awake? I’ve come to pick you up.”Mark Carter stood at the door of Amora’s hotel room. As instructed by Regis, he was here to escort her.“My husband has already left?” Amora asked as she scanned the area around Mark.When she woke up earlier, Regis was nowhere to be found in the room.“Yes, Ma’am. The young master had some matters to attend to this morning. He asked me to come and check on you,” Mark explained, his head slightly bowed. He didn’t dare look her directly in the eyes or even glance at her.Amora’s appearance was quite disheveled; she had just woken up and was wearing a kimono-style towel provided by the hotel.Of course, she wasn’t trying to seduce anyone. She had simply taken off her dress last night, finding it too uncomfortable to sleep in.Her body was modestly wrapped in the kimono, but still, for a normal man like Mark, it was hard not to notice the beauty radiating from her.“Come in. I’m still having breakfast,” Amora said casually, walking back in
"I've already explained everything. I’m not involved! Don’t you get it? Get me out of here!"A middle-aged woman with heavy, smeared makeup leaned her face through the gap between the steel bars of the cell she was spending the night in. She had been yelling for over an hour, and her voice was now hoarse.Inside the dark and damp cell, she wasn’t alone. Sitting in one corner, hugging her knees tightly, was a young woman dressed in a once-elegant gown that now looked disheveled and dirty.The two women from vastly different generations were Julia Brown and Chelsea Harrison.Both had been detained at the local police station after undergoing separate interrogations for their crimes. The filthy, cramped cell with thick, dusty iron bars only added to Julia’s frustration.Standing by the bars, Julia shouted again, “I’m innocent! Don’t you know who I am?!”She couldn’t accept being treated this poorly by being thrown into a foul-smelling, filthy prison cell. The dim lighting in the tiny roo
"Ugh!"Amora struggled to keep up with Regis' increasingly passionate kiss. She felt completely overwhelmed as Regis greedily claimed her lips, leaving her no room to resist.Amora’s back was pressed tightly against the headboard as Regis’ hand moved to cradle the back of her head, deepening the kiss even further.Regis’s tongue was relentless the moment Amora parted her lips. The room was filled with the sounds of wet kisses and muffled moans.Amora’s thoughts were a whirlwind. She couldn’t even process what she was doing anymore, but one thing was clear—she was thoroughly enjoying the kiss.Seconds later, her chest tightened as her lungs screamed for air. She tapped Regis lightly on the chest, signaling him to stop. He finally pulled back, giving her a moment to catch her breath.Amora glared at him sharply, wiping her now-flushed lips with the back of her hand.Seeing her do this, Regis immediately leaned in and planted another quick kiss on her lips. Instinctively, Amora wiped the
Amora’s eyes darted nervously, her mind racing but completely blank. Every word she had planned to say vanished in the shock of the moment. She had no idea how to respond to the question Regis had just asked her.Truthfully, Amora didn’t even fully understand her own feelings. She wasn’t sure if she had broken her own vow never to fall in love again—a promise she had kept for the past seven years, haunted by fear and pain from her past.Her previous experience had left a deep scar on her heart. Yet, after spending nearly a month growing close to Regis, she found herself feeling an unexpected sense of comfort—a sensation she never thought she’d experience again.Still, Amora had repeatedly reminded herself not to make the same mistake twice. She had ingrained it in her mind: loving anyone meant opening herself up to disappointment.“Do I ... have feelings for him?” Amora wondered silently.Amora had considered the possibility that her feelings for Regis were nothing more than temporary
A nervous smile appeared on Amora’s lips as she tried to clear her mind, which had suddenly gone blank because of a strange question that popped into her thoughts.“I-I thought our relationship has always been mutually beneficial. What do you mean by saying you’re hurt? Aren’t we both grown-ups who can accept the risks of our actions? Do we really need to make a fuss over such a small accident?”Amora tried to keep an open mind. She still wasn’t sure if Regis had any special feelings for her.‘Have I not made my signals clear enough?’ Regis thought as he let out a weary sigh. He wasn’t sure if he was being too dense or if Amora was just too oblivious to pick up on the signs of love he’d been giving her all along.Suddenly, Regis placed his large hand on top of Amora’s head, ruffling her long hair playfully.“Regis, stop it! What’s wrong with you?” Amora complained, trying to fend off his hand, which seemed determined to turn her into his personal plaything.“You must be feeling better