The note read: [I took her. Fred Turner]'Fred Turner? I don't know him in person. How did Mya even get to know this demon?' Simon thought. He suddenly started breathing fast. Grace took his heart medicine from his pocket and gave it to him to help him calm down.Ventropolis Prison seemed like an ancient castle, enclosed by sturdy concrete walls. Apart from soldiers pacing with guns, there were many risky traps, and electric fences covered the walls.When Mya woke up, she saw the purple ceiling and noticed a strange smell. Mya sat up, holding onto her head. She asked, "Where am I? Where are my parents?""Good morning, Ms. Harper," someone greeted her. Mya heard it and looked over to see a girl about her age. She was dressed in a maid's outfit and kneeled beside the bed."Ah! Who are you? Why are you here?" Mya cried in fear, clutching the bunny plushie. She shivered while sitting at the edge of the bed, seeing a stranger.The maid replied, "Don't be scared, Ms. Harper. It was Mr.
Mya's hair was all messy from running around. She clutched the bunny plushie's ears in her hand, and her cute face looked really scared. She rushed up to Fred while he just stood there. Grabbing onto his belt, she hid behind him. Fred was surprised and tried to stretch out his arm, but Mya peeked out from under it, holding onto his clothes tight."Fred," Mya said, "bad guys caught me, and they wanted to bully me just now."The officers behind Fred looked tense. When Mya called Fred by his name, they frowned in dissatisfaction, all staring at her. If Mya was a normal person, she might have been scared, but she wasn't. Not only did she look fearless, but she also seemed clueless about it all."Tell me, who bullied you?" Fred asked while looking at her. His question made the faces of the servants in the hall turn pale.The servants hurried over and knelt down beside them. One of them explained, "Mr. Turner, Ms. Harper came downstairs looking all messy and without her shoes. We did all
"Yeah, sure!" Mya said happily. The servants who were taken away were now replaced. The new ones were even prettier and sexier than the previous ones. All dressed in maid uniforms, they strolled around with their hips swaying. They also prepared a tasty lunch for Fred and Mya.Mya slipped on the shoes the servants brought without realizing the potentially risky situation she was entering. She strolled over to the dining table without much thought and happily dug into her lunch.These servants were top-notch, handpicked from Sin City. Their monthly pay was almost as much as a family earned in a whole year. Beyond their household duties, these servants also had to meet their master's more personal needs. It was a part of their job to keep their master company through the night, as every man tended to feel lonely then.Not every servant got the chance to work here. They had to go through a tough selection process, considering things like looks, physique, and even cooking skills.One s
In the shadowy study, adorned with European-style furnishings, a bronze statue of Jesus with an integrated cross design took pride of place on a dark desk. Seated across from it, Riley Tillman, Fred's deputy, clutched a photograph. "Sir, tracking this guy down might be really tough—there's no cell service out in that area. But it's like this guy is onto us. We lost all our leads by the time our team got there—he'd vanished."Fred reclined in an armchair, playing with a small, ornate dagger. The blade gleamed sharply, complemented by the large, shining blue sapphire on its hilt. He asked, "What was his last known address?""Wrupant Village," Riley replied promptly. "Our guys showed up and he had vanished.""Tell them to round up a bigger team. I want him found, whether he's breathing or not.""Got it," Riley replied.A moment later, Fred's expression changed as a knowing grin took over. "On second thought, cancel that. I'm going myself. Get my car ready."Madelyn was jolted awake
Margaret, busy in the room with Dalton, noticed the sound of someone at the door. She knocked softly on the closet door. "Ms. Jent, Mrs. Jardin is back," she announced quietly.Madelyn, alerted by Margaret's gentle warning, quickly got up, tucked her cellphone into the box, and hid it back in its secret spot. Zach, overhearing the faint murmur of voices, gently opened the door and stepped inside. He scanned the room carefully but did not immediately see Madelyn.Margaret feigned surprise and said, "Oh! Ms. Jent is right in the walk-in closet, trying to pick out some clothes. She mentioned wanting to mix up her wardrobe with something new and lively."Zach did not question Margaret's made-up story. He valued her support for Madelyn and did not think it was right to scold her. As he opened the closet door, he saw Madelyn stepping out, holding onto some old pajamas. However, it wasn't the pajamas that grabbed Zach's notice; it was Madelyn's eyes, red and swollen from crying. Concerned,
On the dressing table, Madelyn's makeup was accompanied by an array of sparkling jewelry. Necklaces and earrings lay in perfect order — just the way Madelyn liked it. These pieces were not just pretty; they were expensive. Even the tiniest diamond earrings could have gotten you a big, fancy house in Ventropolis. Every item had a special code and Madelyn's name on it. If someone had tried to snatch one, any shop expert could have told it was hers in a heartbeat. No thief would dare lay a finger on them.In the study, Zach was deep into a transnational video conference, pouring over the details of overseas medical investment projects. He had also set up a foundation to back the medical researchers. The risk of the funds evaporating without a trace did not faze him; to Zach, the investment was completely justified.There was a photograph on Zach's desk: Madelyn in her Ventrocloud High School uniform. Her smile was wide, capturing the spirit of her first day at high school--a memory Zach
Kevin exited the elevator, and Blake was right on his heels, her arms laden with documents. Blake, serving as an intern in the secretarial department under Cecilia, had never before been involved in such a critical situation at the company. Since Cecilia had been absent from the office for an extended period, Blake was now answering directly to Kevin.Ever since Blake started working for Kevin, she had not enjoyed a single day of rest; it had been a grueling three months. The only thing keeping her going was the prospect of a hefty bonus come year-end; without that, she would have already left. Lately, she caught herself longing for the less hectic times.The bursts from the cameras were blinding, making it a challenge for Blake to keep her eyes open. Standing meekly behind Kevin, she observed him, noting with a mix of respect and envy how he managed to handle the reporters' relentless questions with such ease.One reporter asked, "With Zach Jardin now among the global top five rich
'I just knew things would go back to how they started. Zach, I knew you would be tired of me,' Madelyn thought. All she could do now was wait for Zach to show her the door. She wouldn't be free until she left the Jent residence behind. If not, she worried she might never escape being wrapped up in Zach's world.In the video, Zach was in the spotlight, and his influence in Ventropolis now overshadowed even that of the once-dominant Arnold family. The more Zach triumphed, the more Madelyn stewed over it. 'How did Zach get so much money and power? Did he do it at the Arnolds' expense, climbing over them ruthlessly to fulfill his ambitions? Is this the kind of conquest you wanted, Zach?' Madelyn pondered quietly, her eyes fixed on the horizon through the big windows of her studio. The setting sun bathed her in a warm golden light, contrasting sharply with the cool, detached gleam in her gaze.A maid climbed the stairs. "Mrs. Jardin, dinner is ready.""Okay," Madelyn replied.Zach sti