"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.
Beth sat limply on the floor. Her twilight eyes watched Altan's face turn pale. Altan was groaning in pain. Blood flowed from his right arm. Regis’s men quickly subdued Altan, restraining him to prevent further struggle.Moments before, Mark’s bullet had successfully halted Altan’s actions. Regis had calculated precisely and signaled to Mark to take action.Beth tried to stand up and approached her granddaughter, who was now sobbing uncontrollably, her entire body trembling. "La-Laura... calm down. It's all over. We're safe now," she soothed.The poor girl didn’t respond, still lost in her terror, unable to calm herself after facing the brink of death. Laura truly believed her life would end just moments ago.Seeing her fear, Regis felt a pang of guilt. But he had no choice but to act that way to distract Altan. The girl was fortunate to remain still, allowing Mark to act before Altan could harm her.Regis walked over to the elderly woman and her granddaughter, his expression unchang
“Deport him back to his country. Block his access to enter this country again,” Regis ordered suddenly.“Young Master, are you sure?” Mark was quite surprised to hear his young master's decision which he considered too inhumane.Regis smirked. Of course, he wanted nothing more than to kill Altan Demir, as the man was dangerous to him. But he couldn't ignore Levent. Killing Altan would be an open declaration of war with them.Royal Dragon could likely handle it, but Regis couldn’t ensure there wouldn’t be many casualties if he did. Besides, Golden Snake would surely use the chaos as an opportunity to worsen the situation.Even though Murat Demir had allowed Regis to do whatever he wished to Altan, Regis couldn’t be certain Murat wouldn’t retaliate behind the scenes.Regis knew that his heart was too weak this time. However, suddenly the image of his son flashed through his mind. He now had a wife and an adorable little boy.As a father, he understood that Murat would likely wish for his
Amora’s eyes were fixed on her phone screen. She’d been holding it for quite a while, but the call she was waiting for still hadn’t come."Why hasn’t he called yet? Is he okay?"A long sigh escaped her lips, worry evident on her face. Since Regis had left her two hours ago, Amora hadn’t stopped waiting for his call. She’d never been this eager to hear from someone before.Amora’s lips formed a slight pout as her heart remained unsettled, her mind crowded with negative thoughts.She ran her fingers through her hair, her expression showing clear frustration. "Why am I even worried about him? Isn’t he a skilled mafia boss? He even managed to take down three guys with his bare hands that time," she reminded herself.Amora remembered the three men sent by Julia Brown who’d fallen helplessly to Regis's fists."Alright, stop thinking about him. No news is good news, right?" she tried to reassure herself.She let out another long sigh as her fingers typed quickly on her phone until Albert’s v
Estelle Mauverick let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that your life is better now. I used to feel guilty for not being able to help you much back then. My father—”“I know, you had to leave for Paris because your father arranged your marriage with a Frenchman, and you ended up settling there after the wedding,” Amora cut in, already familiar with the story and excuses Estelle often brought up.Back then, Amora had asked Estelle for a temporary place to stay at the Mauverick residence after being kicked out by her grandfather. Out of all her friends, only Estelle had agreed to help.But Amora only stayed three days. Estelle had to leave for Paris to meet the man her father had arranged for her to marry. A month later, Amora heard about her friend’s wedding.Estelle had invited her to the wedding, but Amora knew her presence would only turn into a source of ridicule. Especially since Estelle’s father had already warned her to stop “bothering” his daughter. To prevent any confli
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