A few pairs of eyes started to look at Amora with disdain and condescension. Inside, Amora was seething, but she knew Lisa wanted to bait her into a reaction with that sneering insult."Stay calm, Amora. Don’t let her get to you," Amora reminded herself.Gradually, a faint smile appeared on Amora's lips which were painted with nude-colored lipstick.“You really don't understand the situation, Lisa. Even after falling this far, you’re still wasting a golden opportunity. Is the lesson you received today not enough to wake you up, hm?”Lisa scoffed dismissively, still taking Amora’s words lightly.Amora could have easily lashed out, but instead, she replied to Lisa with a calm, composed expression, refusing to let her opponent get under her skin.“As I told you yesterday, you'd better make the most of your time. It might not be long before your status drops to what mine used to be. At least then, you’ll understand how hard it is to actually work for your money.” Amora’s words made Lisa’s
Lisa lowered her gaze, wringing her hands in worry, wondering how to salvage the situation quickly.“Did you leave the car because you were worried about me?” Amora asked, her voice as sweet as honey—Regis had never heard her sound like this before.She leaned her head against Regis’s chest, showing everyone how deeply he cared for her. This display impressed onlookers and made a few jealous.Amora’s playful affection made Regis’s heart stir. He smiled, knowing full well his wife was putting on a show to flaunt their relationship for Lisa, the wife of Johannes Brown. With an intense gaze, he looked at Lisa, who now seemed small and powerless.“Young Master Lorenzo, is she ... is she really your wife?” Lisa stammered, summoning her courage to look Regis in the eye.His piercing stare made her breath catch. The silent threat was unmistakable, sending a chill down her spine.Yet Lisa wasn’t ready to back down. She was determined to recapture Regis’s attention, convinced he must know all
“Why didn’t you wait for me in the car? Aren’t you concerned about revealing our relationship so openly in front of everyone?” Amora questioned Regis as they entered the school building, now quiet with classes underway.Regis smirked, continuing to walk with one arm around her waist as if to show he didn’t want to be apart from her.“I was just curious why you were taking so long,” Regis said. “Then I saw that woman had the nerve to insult my wife. Do you think I’d stay silent watching someone mistreat you?”His answer warmed Amora. She hadn’t expected him to stand up for her so openly in front of everyone, let alone display affection to reinforce her status as his wife.“Looks like Lisa won’t dare to insult me again,” Amora chuckled softly.“Of course not. She’ll be living like a ghost from now on,” Regis replied, his words making Amora furrow her brow.She paused for a moment. “Did … did you do something behind my back?” she asked, suspicion in her gaze.Although she and Regis had o
“But, as for what kind of details, I couldn't get any data regarding his work there.”Regis was stunned at the report Beth gave. The old woman's information network is quite extensive too, he thought.However, the information Beth Jefferson gathered wasn’t as detailed as Mark’s findings. Earlier, his assistant had provided him with a similar report. But Mark had managed to uncover something crucial about the man named Bobby Turner. He was once the son of a poor laborer who eventually sought his fortune in Turkey through illegal means. It wasn’t easy for an undocumented immigrant like Bobby Turner to find legal work. Mark discovered that the man had changed his name to Jay Turner after joining a criminal organization in that country. After further investigation, Mark found out that Bobby aka Jay Turner was one of Levent's subordinates!Although Regis didn’t have solid proof of Mark’s findings, the information led him to suspect that Levent was behind last night’s shooting. Altan De
"Maybe I’ll get used to things like this eventually. But I hope you can give a little warning so my heart feels safer,” Amora pleaded, knowing her words sounded silly.Regis just smiled ruefully and typed something on his phone.“When did you realize that painting was suspicious?” Amora asked curiously.“From the moment she asked to meet me, it was already suspicious,” Regis replied, leaving Amora astonished.“Are you out of your mind? You knew she was a problem and had bad intentions, yet you still met her?” Amora asked in shock.“Mrs. Jefferson didn’t want to do it either, Amora. She was forced to do this,” Regis said, surprising his wife again.“How do you know that?” Amora inquired, puzzled.Regis gave a faint smile. “I haven’t known Mrs. Jefferson for just a day, Amora. I know she’s someone who calculates every move carefully. Mrs. Jefferson has never met with me without scheduling it first,” he explained.Regis also knew that Beth was far from idle. Beth should have been busy ha
“Here we are, Madam.”Elliot Dale opened the car door for Beth Jefferson. The elderly woman gave him a sharp look, her lips pressed into a firm line.Without a word, Beth stepped out of the car and strode briskly into her grand estate.Several uniformed men stood by the entrance, but they neither greeted her nor welcomed her back with any warmth.Beth walked further inside until she stopped in the middle of an empty living room. Her gaze fell sharply on a young man lounging on her sofa, sipping vodka that Beth assumed he’d taken from her cellar.“Took you long enough. I thought you’d forgotten the way home,” the young man mocked, taking another sip.Beth clenched her grip on her handbag. She wanted nothing more than to slap this arrogant, Middle Eastern man in front of her. But Beth couldn’t bring herself to do it because he held her weakness in his hands.“I’ve done what you asked. Now let them all go!” Beth demanded icily.The young man smirked. He set down his vodka glass, stood up
A gunfight became inevitable. Royal Dragon's men managed to take down several of Altan Demir's guards in front of the Jefferson estate. They stormed in ruthlessly, leaving only a few of Altan's men standing within the grand house.Regis had just stepped out of his car, holding a handgun, and was walking calmly. His men had already cleared the way, allowing them entry into Jefferson's residence.Regis's sharp gaze scanned the room quickly until he locked eyes with Altan, who waited for him with a smug expression.The men on both sides aimed their weapons, awaiting orders from their bosses.Altan raised a hand, and his men lowered their guns slowly. Regis’s men followed suit.“Young Master Lorenzo, welcome. Your arrival is very festive,” sneered Murat Demir’s son.Regis smirked. He walked over quietly and sat down on one of the sofas directly opposite Altan who was enjoying his alcoholic drink. His legs were neatly crossed. One hand rubbed the body of the gun he was holding."Altan, it
Since discovering that Regis was investigating the accident from seven years ago, Altan had grown restless. He had hoped that Regis would never recall that incident."You're the one who killed Kenneth Volker, aren't you?" Regis asked, his voice chillingly calm.Beth, overhearing this, was stunned. She remembered the major event from back then. Although there was no accurate news about the cause of death of the Volker family's eldest son, back then some big people heard rumors that Regis Lorenzo was at the scene.But no one dared pursue the matter further, especially since Alejandro Volker had stayed silent."Are you that certain I'm the killer? Weren't you the one who shot him, Regis?" Altan replied, unwilling to admit his actions.Altan smirked. He recalled his argument with Kenneth Volker just before Regis had arrived that time. They argued because Altan heard that Kenneth was going to collaborate with Royal Dragon behind his back. However, Alejandro Volker's eldest son denied this.
Regis had arrived at his penthouse. He entered the access code for the door and stepped inside as it swung open.The interior was dimly lit, with only a few lights casting soft glows in scattered corners of the room.“Amora? Ray?” Regis called out. But there was no response from either of them. The entire space was eerily quiet, the only sound being his own footsteps.‘Looks like everyone’s asleep,’ he guessed.He glanced at his watch, the face on his left wrist showing it was already nine in the evening. The drive to the penthouse had taken longer than expected, thanks to heavy traffic.After swapping his shoes for indoor slippers, Regis headed toward the living room. He stopped abruptly when a sharp pain flared beneath his chest.His hand instinctively reached out to steady himself against something. He bent slightly and leaned against the piano in the room. But his weight accidentally pressed down on the keys, sending an echoing note reverberating through the space.Regis let out a
"Leave your son’s problem to me, Regis. I’ll make sure he’s safe."Hearing Xavier’s assurance, Regis smiled and nodded. He trusted the young man wouldn’t disappoint him."What are you guys talking about? Can’t you discuss something I actually understand?" Gino chimed in, feeling even more left out of the conversation.Xavier chuckled. "It’s better if you don’t know—if you value your life," he teased.Clicking his tongue in irritation, Gino opted to sip his vodka rather than look clueless. He already knew Regis had deliberately kept him in the dark to avoid dragging him and the Moonstone family into dangerous matters.Even without asking, Gino understood that most of Regis’s problems were life-threatening. It wasn’t that Gino didn’t want to help; he just knew his limits. He’d only end up being a liability. Besides, he was confident Regis could handle things, especially with Xavier’s help."So, Xavier, what’s brought you here? Can’t you just talk things out with your father? I bet they’
Regis handed the bottle of vodka Gino had just opened to Xavier. “Done already?”Xavier nodded, grabbing an empty glass and accepting Regis’s offer of a drink.“What else do you have to do besides the task I gave you, Xavier?”Regis was curious about his friend’s busyness. All he’d asked Xavier to do was keep an eye on his son for a bit. To ensure Rayden’s safety at school, Regis had enlisted Xavier’s help.Regis couldn’t trust anyone else to protect Rayden because of the threats posed by Levent and Golden Snake, both of which required him to be vigilant about his subordinates.When Regis learned of Xavier’s arrival, he couldn’t think of anyone better suited for the mission.His trust in Xavier wasn’t based on instinct alone; their long-standing relationship had given them ample time to understand each other.After the jewel heist case was resolved, Regis hadn’t seen Xavier anywhere in New York City. However, fate had reunited them in a different place a year later.When Regis’s fathe
"Hey, Kid. We came here to celebrate your arrival. Could you at least appreciate me a little?" Gino quipped at Xavier, who was still engrossed in his laptop.The moment Gino called him "Kid," Xavier shot him a sharp glare. Even though he was much younger than the other two men, he refused to be underestimated. Not wanting to engage in an argument, Xavier simply ignored him.Gino let out a heavy sigh. Hearing about Xavier’s arrival from Regis yesterday, he’d been so excited. He caught the latest flight, even traveling from another continent, just to meet him. But now that he was here, he was being ignored."Why am I even friends with people like you two?" Gino grumbled, his face set in a look of exaggerated annoyance. Of course, he wasn’t serious. It was just his way of expressing frustration.Since the incident that had involved them in a case of theft and auction fraud, Gino had grown to admire both Regis and Xavier. When he found out Xavier was in London, he didn’t think twice about
Laughter echoed in the soundproof room, filling the space with an almost contagious energy. A man with ombre blue hair, reminiscent of ocean waves, held a wine glass in his hand as he strolled over to Regis.“If I hadn’t done that, I’m not sure I’d ever have the chance to meet someone as honorable as you, Your Highness,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.“Should I buy a lottery ticket today? I must be lucky if someone as busy as you managed to attend my invitation,” the man continued, slinging an arm around Regis’s shoulder as he guided him toward the plush seating area.Regis, however, brushed off the gesture and glared sharply at him. “I didn’t realize someone as carefree as you even existed. Maybe I should switch careers and become a gemstone tycoon instead of a mafia boss, Young Master Moonstone,” Regis shot back coldly.The stylish man from head to toe was none other than Gino Moonstone, heir to a renowned gemstone empire.One of the ten largest precious gemstone mines in t
Regis raked his hair in frustration. He quickly typed out a reply to his wife, his fingers moving fast across his phone screen.[Sorry, Amora. It’s not that I didn’t want to reply to your messages. The last one didn’t send. I’m doing fine now.]The message was sent in seconds, but waiting for her reply felt like an eternity. Growing impatient, Regis decided to call her.Unfortunately, Amora didn’t pick up.“Where could she be?” Regis muttered anxiously.He called again, and still no answer. Running out of options, Regis decided to call his son. Within moments, his son’s cheerful face popped up on the screen.“Hi, Dad!” Rayden waved with a big smile.Regis smiled back but skipped the pleasantries. “Ray, where’s your mom?”“Mom?” Rayden paused for a moment, his eyes darting around before he turned back to the camera.“I think she’s in the bedroom, Dad. Maybe she’s taking a shower,” Rayden said matter-of-factly.“Ah, I see.” Regis let out a relieved sigh. He’d thought she was mad at him
Mark was stunned. He shared the same thoughts as his boss, then said, “There’s information suggesting that Levent has recently been involved in human organ trafficking.”“Oh, really?” Regis raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.“Apparently, Altan Demir himself is handling the transactions, and because of this, he’s been clashing with Murat Demir. It seems Murat doesn’t approve of Altan engaging in such dealings,” Mark added.Regis smirked cynically. He found Murat Demir’s anger justified, as Altan was straying far from the vision and mission Levent had upheld under the Demir family.Levent had always focused on providing illegal services rather than dealing with tangible goods like Altan did now.Regis was certain that Murat disliked Altan’s actions because Murat had always chosen to work behind the scenes. He could only imagine Murat’s frustration upon discovering Altan’s endeavors.“Is the operation still ongoing?” Regis asked with keen interest.“It seems so, Sir. Our informants ha
Royal Dragon Office Building“This is the report just sent by Manager Sunny, Sir.”Monica Grant handed over a document she had just received from the finance division to Regis. The woman, dressed in a pink blazer and matching pencil skirt, stood in front of Regis Lorenzo's desk with a nervous expression.Her gaze lingered on Regis cautiously, worried about making a mistake, though her boss had said nothing for several minutes.“Just leave it,” Regis replied indifferently.Monica obeyed and placed the document on his desk. Her eyes darted to a neatly arranged lunch box that remained untouched.She had ordered the exact meal Regis requested earlier that afternoon, yet he hadn’t eaten any of it. Her thoughts were interrupted when Regis suddenly looked up.“What is it?” Regis probed.“N-no, Sir. I was just worried you haven’t eaten anything all day,” Monica stammered nervously.Regis’s sharp eyes narrowed. He glanced briefly at the meal and muttered, “I’m not in the mood.”“But you should
“You’re not even seven yet. I don’t want you carrying such heavy burdens on your little shoulders, sweetheart. I don’t want you to regret the time you’ve missed out on, Ray,” Amora said earnestly.“I know, Mom. I’m only doing this to fill my free time,” Rayden replied. “But, can I continue the programming class later tonight, Mom?” he asked, looking for reassurance.Earlier, he had to ask the instructor for a break, interrupting the lesson. Now, he hoped his mom would allow him to resume the session later.Amora considered refusing, but when she saw the eagerness shining in her son’s eyes, she relented. “Alright, but just for an hour, okay?” she said.A wide smile spread across Rayden’s face. He hugged his mom tightly and gave her a kiss on the cheek.“Thank you, Mom. You’re the best in the world!” he exclaimed joyfully.Amora chuckled softly, her face lighting up with her son’s happiness. Memories of the past suddenly came rushing back—when she first discovered she was pregnant.She