The elevator doors opened. Regis had just arrived at the second basement level, where its top executives parked their cars.His eyes scanned the area, searching for the red metallic Aston Martin he had used seven years ago.His gaze settled on a man in his thirties wiping the windshield of his car. This was Albert Parker, Regis’s personal driver.Regis walked over to him. Albert had been working for Regis since his recovery from the hospital seven years ago.Although Albert was initially hired by Diego to monitor Regis’s movements, his performance had always impressed Regis.Because of this, Albert was especially trusted to take care of and clean every car Regis planned to use.Busy cleaning the rear window and humming a tune, Albert didn’t notice Regis’s presence and was startled when he saw Regis standing beside the car.“Young Master,” Albert stammered, stopping his work.Regis nodded slightly.“Do you need to go somewhere?” Albert asked, puzzled.Usually, Mark would notify him if
Regis stared at the diamond earring in his hand, feeling confused. He was sure he had seen it before, but he couldn't recall who it belonged to.Regis knew that no woman had ever been in the car he was driving. He was a car enthusiast, both then and now, and always treated his vehicles with great care. Some cars were exclusively for his use, including the one he was driving now."Are you alright, Sir?"Albert Parker's voice broke Regis's thoughts. His driver had caught up with him.Regis saw the worried look on Albert's face as he stood by the car."Did you clean this car, Al?" Regis ignored his driver’s question.Albert nodded slightly."Did you see the pair to this earring?" Regis asked, showing the earring to his driver.Albert tilted his head and then shook it firmly. "No, Sir. I just saw it now," he replied honestly.'So, the earring fell here and its pair is somewhere else,' Regis thought.Suddenly, a vague image of the woman who spent the night with him at the Manhattan Hotel s
Biana walked towards the waiting area, her face etched with anger. Her eyes scanned the surroundings for any sign of her ex-boyfriend. But he was nowhere to be seen.All she saw were a few unfamiliar faces.“Where did that jerk go? Did he run away scared?” She thought, feeling more frustrated by the second.Deciding to return to work, Biana was about to leave when a man’s voice stopped her.“Excuse me, are you Miss Curtiz?”Slowly, Biana turned around to face a man who looked older than her. Her expression was confused as their eyes met.She blinked several times, surprised and impressed. The man’s neat and clean suit made him look very handsome. Although Mark didn’t possess the same commanding and masculine charisma as Regis, he was still quite striking, comparable to top-tier actors.Mark always
The corner of Mark's mouth lifted in a mocking smile. "Are you planning to wash your hands of what you've done and throw baseless accusations at me, Miss Curtiz?"Biana shook her head repeatedly in confusion. "Please clarify, Mr. Carter. In what way can you say that I've deceived you? We have never met, let alone known each other!"Now, Mark had his hands on his hips. He couldn't believe he was dealing with such a complicated girl. He only wanted to ensure that the person his boss was looking for wasn't this girl."We've indeed never met or known each other, Miss Curtiz. But what did you do yesterday? Can you tell me if the person working under the name Biana Curtiz yesterday was you?"Biana's face turned pale upon hearing his question. "So... you're really not..."Mark's brow furrowed deeply, staring straight at the girl with various thoughts running through his mind.&nb
"Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, Amora! Your fiancé is the dream man for many women. You're truly lucky!"A broad smile curled on Amora Lysander's lips as her best friend, Chelsea Harrison, congratulated her. There was no denying the joy blooming in her heart, as her moment of happiness was just around the corner.In one week, Amora would become the wife of Chris Walden. A year ago, she met her future husband at an annual event for the Lysander company. She fell in love with him, and fortunately, her feelings were reciprocated. Their relationship was blessed by both families.Amora was attending her bachelorette party, organized by her college friends. The party was held in an exclusive, private lounge at a luxurious five-star hotel.The sound of pounding music and singing enlivened the small party in the room. Two young women, already drunk, were dancing on the table, while two others were busy cheering and clapping.Amora Lysander shook her head slightly and laughed at the
"Wh-What?"Amora's forehead furrowed. She couldn't quickly digest his words due to the influence of the alcohol she had consumed, but one thing she knew for certain was that this man would kill her if she didn't obey his words.Before Amora could respond, the man had already pulled her out of the room. To preserve her life and escape this bizarre situation, Amora could only surrender herself to follow the killer's demands.They hurried down the hotel corridor. Faintly, Amora heard several people chasing them from behind. More precisely, they were chasing the killer!'What on earth is this?' Amora screamed in her mind, her face astonished.Despite her head still feeling hazy from the alcohol, she could sense the danger surrounding her. In an instant, fear filled her mind.However, Amora could feel the reassuring strength flowing from the hand that gripped hers tightly, belonging to the man walking in front of her.'What is this strange feeling?' she wondered. Amora's heart raced faster
Amora swallowed hard. Her eyes widened as she saw the muscular back of a stranger lying beside her. Her gaze turned to horror as she noticed the terrifying dragon head tattoo on the person's back.‘What happened to me? Wasn't I with Chelsea and the others last night? How did I end up here?’Amora’s hazel eyes blinked repeatedly, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. She was utterly shocked to find herself naked under a thin blanket.She tried to get up quickly, but an intense pain between her legs stopped her in her tracks.Her head throbbed painfully. She clutched the sides of her head, trying to piece together her memories. Laughter, congratulations, and the sound of her friends’ voices echoed in her mind, followed by images of her drinking continuously.Amora realized she had gotten drunk. Her eyes widened as flashes of the passionate night she spent with the man beside her played rapidly in her head. Instantaneously, she turned to look at him.“I ... with him….”Amora quickly covered
"You're still not going to talk, huh?"An old man's booming voice echoed through the Lysander family's living room. Amora was kneeling on the floor, her head bowed low.Amora stared at the feet of the old man standing before her, holding a cane. He was Charlie Lysander, her grandfather.Slap!Suddenly, a harsh slap from the old man landed on Amora's cheek. The force of the slap knocked her to the floor.Amora's eyes widened in shock. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clutched her burning cheek. She hadn't expected her grandfather to slap her for her silence."Enough, Charlie! Do you have to hit her like this?"An elderly woman in a wheelchair quickly interrupted Charlie as he prepared to slap Amora again. The woman was Gilda Orlena, Amora's grandmother, and Charlie's wife.Slowly, Charlie lowered his hand and snorted in frustration."A slap isn't enough for her!" He snapped.Charlie’s face was furious. He was enraged by the foolish thing his granddaughter had done the night before