Beau turned his head to look at his assigned assistant. Meanwhile, Ralph stood clutching his own head, staring in horror at the collapsing section of the auditorium.Suddenly, he felt a tug on his suit jacket. As he looked down, he found Beau gripping the fabric. The boy's face was flushed red, slick with a mixture of tears and snot."Will Mommy… die in there?" Beau asked him again.Ralph jumped as if he had been stepped on. He yelped, "How should I know?"Though he'd scouted the auditorium multiple times, he never imagined the upper structure was so dilapidated that his fire would burn through the roof this quickly!"This makes no sense!" Ralph muttered.His research confirmed the rooftop used fireproof materials—that's why he'd chosen it as the ignition point.His original plan assumed the flames would die out naturally after consuming the combustibles. Now a terrifying possibility dawned on him.The auditorium's material reports must have been falsified! Someone had clearly
"What month was Xav born?" Elara asked Leonard.The man responded, "That's confidential."Xavier's origins and birth month were classified secrets.Elara then said, "Merida's always been the younger sister at home. Could you let her be your big sister, Xav? Let Merida take care of you, okay?""Come play with us again next time, Xav.""Xav! Merida and I have been waiting for you!"Elara's warm voice echoed through Xavier's fading consciousness as he lay teary-eyed in the closet. Suddenly, a splintering sound erupted above them. Something was collapsing on the upper floor.Blood oozed from Elara's hands, the sticky fluid making it impossible to grip the bobby pin. Without hesitation, she tore at the ropes with bare hands, wrenching Xavier free.When the boy tumbled into her arms, two hearts—one large, one small—plummeted from suspense into relief.She scooped Xavier up, but as she stood, her vision blurred dangerously. Each breath became a struggle. The exit seemed to recede as
"How did Xavier get trapped in there?" Ralph whispered to Beau."I don't know."When Beau refused to elaborate, Ralph didn't dare press further.One of the Fisher bodyguards suggested, "Mr. Fisher, let us escort you home first. The moment the firefighters rescue Ms. Jones and Mr. Xavier, we'll notify you immediately.""I'm waiting right here!" Harvey's voice could have frozen hell itself. "I'm not leaving until I see them with my own eyes!""Daddy..." Beau spoke up. "Is Mommy hiding inside on purpose? Is she refusing to come out?""What nonsense are you spouting?"Harvey's gaze turned scalpel-sharp, slicing through Beau's small frame. The boy might as well have been nailed to the ground under that stare."Take Beau home." Having issued the order, Harvey dismissed his son entirely."Mr. Beau, let me take you back."Beau stared at Harvey's broad back—the man stood within reach yet felt continents away."Daddy..." His lips moved soundlessly, but Harvey remained statue-still, of
Harvey sat in the police station, watching the surveillance footage provided to him by the officers. In the video, Ralph had placed flammable materials on the top floor of the auditorium and set the place on fire.That same assistant now sat across from Harvey, his wrists shackled in silver handcuffs.At this moment, Harvey's fury reached its peak. His sharp, chiseled features tensed instantly, and his dark eyes gleamed with a crimson reflection. He stood abruptly, grabbing Ralph by the collar and yanking him forward.Ralph's chest slammed against the edge of the table with a dull thud. When he met Harvey's gaze—filled with enough rage to flay him alive—his legs trembled violently under the table."Mr… Mr. Fisher, let me explain!"The police rushed forward, trying to pull Harvey away and force him to release his grip."Mr. Fisher, calm down first.""How the hell am I supposed to calm down?" the man roared. "You burned my wife to death! How can I possibly calm down?"With one ar
Ralph was terrified of saying the wrong thing and provoking Harvey's wrath again."Mr… Mr. Beau told me to set the fire... He hoped both Ms. Jones and you, Mr. Fisher, would rush into the burning building to save him. He wanted to use this chance to... to reconcile you two."Ralph pleaded with a pained expression. "I never expected the materials on the auditorium's top floor weren't fireproof! Mr. Fisher, I was careless—please, I beg you, help me!"Just then, an officer pushed the door open and announced from the doorway, "Mr. Leonard, Xavier's guardian, has arrived with his appointed lawyer."As soon as the officer finished speaking, a tall, imposing figure strode in. Harvey, who was still seated, lifted his gaze and met the sharp, striking features of a man who flashed him a smirk.Dressed in a sleek gunmetal-gray suit, Theodore exuded an icy yet unrestrained aura. His dark eyes were gleaming with arrogance. Harvey's attention was fixed on the peacock brooch pinned to Theodore's
Harvey's fingers clenched around the business card, his knuckles turning stark white beneath the skin. What he held wasn't Theodore's business card—it was a declaration of war!Harvey let out a derisive scoff. "'I as Polaris, you as the moon'? 'When moonlight fades, my star stays true'?"Do you really need to dress up your pathetic obsession with another man's wife in pretty poetry?"Theodore's card crumpled under the pressure of Harvey's long, powerful fingers. He opened his hand, letting the mangled card fall from his palm and drop to the floor. Then he lifted his foot and crushed it beneath his shoe.With deliberate provocation, Harvey raised his wrist toward Theodore. "This was a birthday gift from Elara—a Jaeger-LeCoultre Master Ultra Thin Moon phase watch."He arched an eyebrow, emphasizing, "'Moon phase.' See that? She asked me to wear her on my wrist."Theodore glanced down and chuckled quietly, Harvey's display of ownership amusingly transparent to him."Let's discuss t
Harvey disappeared through the interrogation room doorway in an instant."Mr. Fisher! Mr. Fisher!"No matter how desperately Ralph shouted, he couldn't stop Harvey from leaving. Restrained in his chair by the police, his face twisted in despair.Theodore pulled up a chair and sat across from him. "Mr. Navarro, you committed arson under orders. If you want a reduced sentence... I can help with that too."…The moment Harvey stepped out of the police station, his phone rang. Before he could answer Cyrus' call, he was met with hundreds of camera lenses.In this digital age, the news traveled fast—it wasn't just reporters who had swarmed the scene, but also dozens of TikTok influencers, all angling their smartphones at Harvey's striking face."Everyone, Fisher Corp's CEO, Harvey Fisher, is coming out! Rumor has it he's connected to the Summit Academy auditorium fire!""Mr. Fisher, why did your assistant set the fire? Was it under your orders?""Mr. Fisher, your ex-wife, Ms. Elara,
Yet now, it was glaringly obvious that news of Harvey's police station visit had been leaked. He stared at the utterly relaxed Theodore, his molars grinding so hard his jaw muscles bulged.This had to be Theodore's doing—he must have deliberately publicized Harvey's police station appearance! And now, Theodore had openly declared Harvey to be the defendant's guardian in front of everyone.He was practically roasting Harvey over open flames!Harvey took several deep breaths, trying to control the wildfire of emotions raging in his chest. Then he noticed Theodore tilt his head slightly backward.The silver-handcuffed assistant Ralph emerged, his face still streaked with blood. Facing the massive crowd, fear flooded Ralph's eyes.But realizing Harvey had no intention of reducing his sentence—that he'd have to take the fall for Beau—Ralph decided to gamble everything now."I'm the assistant in charge of Mr. Beau Fisher's daily affairs! Last week, Mr. Beau ordered me to scout the scho
"My apologies, Ms. Price, the alarms in the data center are too loud. Let's switch to a video call."As she spoke, Elara connected her phone to the projection system. Priscilla tapped her screen to enable video, and in the next second, her face appeared on the large display.Everyone looked up at the screen in surprise. Angie even gasped. "Ms. Price?" From Priscilla's perspective, her phone only showed Elara's face through the camera feed."Ms. Price, I'm already in the data center. Please give your instructions," Elara continued.Her tone remained perfectly neutral. Priscilla responded, "You're Quantum Tech's leader. What professional guidance could I possibly give you?"Elara turned on the speakerphone, amplifying Priscilla's voice through the room. Amidst the urgent wailing of alarms, Priscilla's words sounded almost surreal. The surrounding crowd struggled to process what was happening."Elara Jones, do you realize city officials are inspecting Quantum Tech today? With the
Angie led the group into the digital data center."Good afternoon, Ms. Shelton." The employees greeted her with deep respect, their gazes filled with admiration.Angie maintained an aloof demeanor as she asked, "How's the testing on Prism's data coming along?""The basic framework is stable now. We're currently fine-tuning the details of Prism's database."Angie nodded. "Run the Prism system for our guests.""Uh... About that—"The staff hesitated. "We haven't fully mastered this framework yet..."Angie frowned. "After all this time, you still haven't figured it out?"Seeing their uneasy expressions, she sighed. "This framework's structure is elementary. Fine, I'll do it myself."The researchers' eyes lit up with excitement upon hearing this."The Prism model's framework design is incredibly complex—it completely defies conventional understanding. Yet Ms. Shelton mastered the entire codebase so quickly after joining!""No wonder she's Aempleforth Street's most sought-after g
Samuel sneered. "I bet she's just clinging to Prof. Fisher by exploiting her past connection with Harvey."Harold pressed his lips together, silently agreeing with Samuel's words.As Angie finished her introduction of Quantum Tech, she took advantage of the officials' hushed discussions to glance at Elara. Remembering the photos Rosalie had sent her—showing Elara painstakingly building rapport with Xavier—Angie let out a cold, mocking laugh through her nose.She strode directly to Leonard's side to ask, "How's Xavier doing?"Elara was slightly surprised by the question. Angie bore some resemblance to Xavier, so she wondered what exactly their relationship was.Leonard ignored her inquiry and instead asked, "How long do you plan to stay at Quantum Tech?"Their exchange suggested familiarity."My goal is to join Dragonheart!" said Angie.She met Leonard's gaze with blazing confidence, but his expression remained as cold and detached as an eternal glacier.Craig interjected, "Pro
The mayor, Craig Strickland, was both surprised and delighted by Elara's words. "So, Quantum Tech has made such rapid progress on the digital project under Ms. Jones' leadership!"He turned to his secretary and ordered, "Clear my schedule for the next two hours. I'll be accompanying Ms. Jones to inspect Quantum Tech."Elara's voice drifted to Leonard's ear. "Would Mr. Fisher like to join us as well?"Leonard let out a soft scoff. "You do enjoy making trouble for people."Elara volunteered eagerly, "I can push your wheelchair!"Only after she had wheeled Leonard onto the MPV did he speak again. "Do you plan to use me as your shield at Quantum Tech too?""Mr. Fisher, I need you." Her voice, that was soft yet earnes,t sent a ripple of something unnameable through Leonard's chest."I need your guidance. I want you to watch over me a little longer."She settled into the seat beside him as the MPV door slid shut. Leonard's expression tightened imperceptibly, his right index finger re
Harvey was furious. Now under 24-hour surveillance by Leonard's men, he swore to track down the people who had just beaten him the moment he got off this damned mountain."Just you wait!" He mentally added Leonard's so-called security team to his list of grievances. What kind of bodyguards were they when they didn't even protect him?"Mr. Harvey, we answer to Mr. Leonard. Disciplining us would be a direct insult to him."Harvey took a deep breath. "Once I'm off this mountain, I'll make sure my uncle knows you failed at your only job at keeping me safe."The security guard sighed helplessly. "Mr. Harvey, your personal safety isn't our responsibility. Mr. Leonard's orders were clear—we just have to keep an eye on you. We've done our job as long as you don't die."Harvey was utterly speechless.After the brutal beating in the bathhouse, Harvey was even filthier than before. But he refused to go back in to take another bath.What if those thugs barged in again while he was naked, bl
Elara exchanged a glance with Leonard before answering her phone. Priscilla's lazy tone came through, "Ms. Jones, have you forgotten you're Quantum Tech's project leader? I hear you haven't been to the company lately."Her voice carried clear accusations. Elara replied simply, "Ms. Price must be too busy to know I was recently hospitalized.""I heard you've been discharged." Priscilla's voice turned icy.Knowing her impatience, Elara acquiesced, "I'll visit Quantum Tech today."Leaning back against the sofa, her posture relaxed, and she added with a gentle voice, "Let's hope your employees don't disappoint me, Ms. Price."Priscilla countered, "I hope you don't disappoint me either, Ms. Jones."After hanging up, Elara turned to Leonard and asked, "Mr. Fisher, could you accompany me somewhere?"Leonard looked at her. "What do you need?"Elara looked down at the employment contract in her hands, eyes sparkling with anticipation. "As Dragonheart's new director, you should properly
Elara sat in the chair beside the bed and noticed the dried blood caked beneath Leonard's fingernails.In Leonard's current condition, he couldn't bathe himself. The hospital would have assigned caregivers, but for someone as proud as him, it would take considerable mental preparation to accept being touched by strangers.Elara then stood and fetched a basin of water from the bathroom. She placed it on the bedside table, wrung out a damp cotton pad, and lifted one of Leonard's hands. She began cleaning him with gentle strokes.Leonard's eyes widened. His brain screamed to pull away, but his limbs refused to obey. Trapped in his useless body, he could only watch as Elara bent over his hand with quiet determination."Let me do that," Oliver offered hastily, jumping to his feet.To Oliver, Leonard's survival alone seemed miraculous—his cleanliness was the least of their concern."Get me some cotton swabs and toothpicks," Elara instructed instead.After a glance at Leonard, Oliver g
The next day, Elara lay on the bed as the psychiatrist conducted her postnatal psychological evaluation in the hospital room."After assessment, Ms. Jones, we've diagnosed you with postpartum depression. The Fisher family has assembled a 30-member medical team to help you through this period."When Elara woke, she learned she'd been unconscious all night. The doctor explained she'd experienced postnatal hypoglycemia."Does my husband know I fainted?" Elara asked."Madam Foster prefers Mr. Fisher not be troubled with such matters."The doctor's phrasing was diplomatic—Ethel's actual words were to keep Harvey uninformed so he wouldn't be bothered. After all these days Elara had spent in the hospital, no doctor had seen Harvey visit.Just then, the baby girl in the bassinet began whimpering.Elara's heart clenched. "Why is her voice hoarse?""She cried continuously after you collapsed," the doctor explained."Let me hold her." Despite foreseeing their inevitable separation, Elara
"You're delusional! Do you think the Fisher family is somewhere you can come and go as you please?"Ethel's face twisted instantly with rage. Zachary, playing the confused peacemaker, asked, "Elara, you just gave birth—why this sudden talk of divorce?"As if illuminated by some grotesque light, Elara stared at the couple who always played good cop, bad cop."Where was Harvey when I was in labor? I sent countless messages, made endless calls, yet they all vanished into thin air!""Why were you bothering him with so many calls?" Ethel shrieked, chastising her for being unreasonable."The Fisher family has provided you with the finest care—you delivered in a Fisher Corp hospital! Do you know how much this VIP suite costs? With your private nurses, you're burning through 10 grand a day!"Ethel jabbed a finger toward the window. "Look at this view, this location! Elara Jones, what more could you possibly want?"Zachary maintained his mediator's tone. "Elara, postpartum hormones are a