Luana was lost in thought when Calvert suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the glass to meet hers.Without a word, he picked up his phone and sent her a message."Miss Hammond, could you please bring me a cup of coffee?"Seeing the message, Luana quickly got up and headed to the break room.Once it was ready, she carried it to the meeting room and knocked on the door.The entire room turned to look at her, including the executive who had been presenting Slides.He paused, clearly annoyed by the interruption.Luana felt a wave of embarrassment, but Calvert gestured for her to enter."Come in," he said.She walked over and placed the coffee on his table, then turned to leave.But before she could step away, Calvert spoke again. "Miss Hammond, take a seat and stay here."The room fell silent."Mr. Coburn, she's from Winward. Letting her sit in on this meeting? What if she leaks confidential in
The outfit Luana was wearing had to be worth millions. Even Gehrmann had never spent that much on her.The thought made her seethe with jealousy. 'Why does she get all the good stuff when we're both in the same line of work?'Fuming, she grabbed her phone and recorded a short video of Luana, sending it to Gehrmann with a message. "Look, Gehrmann, Luana has landed herself another rich guy. This one's even wealthier—dropped millions just to give her a makeover."She had studied all the wealthy men in Los Angeles but hadn't bothered with Washington, so she didn't recognize Calvert.She assumed he was some newly minted tycoon, given how young he looked.Gehrmann was in the middle of a golf game when he received the message. By the time he finished and checked his phone, an hour had passed.The video made his blood boil.'Luana Hammond, letting Calvert buy her haute couture?'He threw his golf club aside and immediately forwar
Russell was the first to step out of the car. He opened the door of a Koenigsegg and helped the man in the back seat—a figure of immense importance—step out.Under the warm yellow lights, the man in a sleek black suit stood by the car door, hands in his pockets.His face, sharp and perfectly sculpted, looked as if it had been carved by the god.His eyes, dark and turbulent, radiated a coldness sharper than winter ice.The moment he appeared, the entire estate buzzed with activity.The elite guests rushed to greet him, and even Lonnie Adams, the patriarch of the Adams family who had been absent until now, hurried out of the mansion to welcome Cline."Mr. Moriarty," Lonnie said, bowing slightly as he approached with his family in tow."I had no idea you would grace our humble gathering. Had I known, I would have personally greeted you at the door with my entire family. Please forgive our oversight."Cline responded wi
Gehrmann shot Lonnie a cold glance. "What's it to you?"Lonnie said, "Fine, forget it. He's too rude."Cline, meanwhile, glanced through the banquet hall's floor-to-ceiling windows and noticed Calvert walking toward the dining area, seemingly searching for someone.After pacing around for a bit, Calvert answered a phone call and headed in the direction of the restroom.Cline frowned, cutting off Lonnie's rambling with a raised hand before standing up and walking out.Luana was hiding in the restroom, scrolling through her phone, when a soft-spoken but angry young woman stormed in.Prunella froze when she saw Luana. "You?"Earlier, from the second-floor balcony, Prunella had seen Calvert enter the estate hand in hand with Luana.They looked dazzling together, a sight that had nearly driven Prunella mad with jealousy.Thankfully, Herbert had managed to separate them, giving her a chance to be alone with Calvert.She
But it wasn't really her fault. If it weren't for Runa, she'd have been sitting at home waiting to die. She wouldn't be here.Luana didn't plan to hide anything. She just told it like it was. "I was trying to stay away from Calvert. But Runa insisted I host him. If I didn't, she'd make me pay. So I had to do it."She was basically saying, "Blame Runa, not me."Cline sneered, "If you hadn't gotten into Calvert's bed, would she have made you host him?"He was implying it was her own fault.Typical Cline—his perfect woman. No matter what she did, he'd never blame her.Luana decided to keep quiet.Cline took a step closer, pinning her against the wall. He propped one hand above her head and looked down at her."Calvert just publicly called off the engagement to the Moriarty Group. Did you say something to him?"Calvert called off the engagement?Luana was stunned. Then she felt like a huge load of blame was bein
"Let's go," she said, stepping down from the stairs.Calvert reached out to help her.He meant to let go once she was off the steps, but as he looked down, he caught sight of the slap mark on her face."What happened?"His usually gentle expression darkened.He reached out to touch Luana's slightly swollen cheek, and a flicker of concern crossed his eyes.Luana was taken aback. Calvert looked upset.He asked again, more sternly, "Who did this?"She hesitated.She didn't think Calvert would really go after his friend's sister just for her.She kept quiet, and Prunella let out a sigh of relief.Calvert was good at reading people. He saw Prunella's relief and immediately got it.No wonder she had been clinging to him when he went to find Luana. She had taken advantage of his absence to hit his date!His cold eyes turned on Prunella. "Miss Adams, you're a guest in your own home, and you just slapp
He turned around and left with his assistant, following Cline.Calvert watched the retreating figures of the Moriarty brothers, surprised that Cline had stepped in to help them.Then he thought again—maybe Mr. Moriarty also looked down on women who played tricks behind others' backs.If he happened to witness it, he would stand up for justice as well.Although he didn't think much of Luana, and although he had just called off the engagement with the Moriarty Group, Calvert didn't think about it further.He shifted his gaze back to Prunella."Apologize," he said.Herbert, seeing Calvert's anger, asked Prunella what had happened.Prunella didn't dare to lie anymore and tearfully admitted that she had slapped Luana out of jealousy.Herbert's initial intention to help Prunella dissipated. He said sternly, "You should apologize."Lonnie was in the banquet hall entertaining the elders. He was still unaware of what
Earlier, Russell had said he left something at the Adams estate and went back to retrieve it.But Gehrmann thought the excuse was flimsy. Russell could have just taken the bodyguard's car back. There was no need for everyone to wait in this remote corner, so far from the Adams estate, just for an assistant.Sure, this assistant had grown up with Cline, but was it really necessary to have so many people waiting around for something so trivial?Gehrmann's unease grew. "Cline, you're not actually falling for Luana, are you?"He expected Cline to deny it, but instead, Cline suddenly replied, "What if I am?"Gehrmann was startled. He sat up straight, his voice tense as he tried to reason with him. "Don't do anything reckless. If you really fall for Luana, her life could be in danger. I know she's not the best person, but I don't want to see any more bloodshed."At those words, the emotions in Cline's eyes vanished.He turned to look at Geh
"Clarissa..." Albert wept and pleaded, "My mom has cancer, I got fired from my job, and the baby still needs milk. For the sake of our years together, treat me like a beggar and spare me a little help.""If you were truly a beggar, I'd give you some money to send you on your way, but you're not..."A clear voice cut through the air, tinged with exhaustion, coldness, and a hint of ruthlessness. "You're nothing but scum!""Clarissa!""Gag him and get him out of my sight!"At the command, the bodyguards immediately seized Albert and shoved him into the elevator."Humph, this despicable man!"Luana followed the voice and spotted a familiar figure leaning against the bar.The woman had a slender figure, waist-length curly hair, and fair, slender fingers holding a slender cigarette, while her other hand toyed with a wine glass.She tilted her head, staring into the red wine in her glass, as if observing another world from afar
Upon learning of this possibility, Cline simply said, "Thank you," and hung up the phone.He gazed once more in the direction the black luxury car had vanished, now more certain than ever that Dorian had taken his Luana.However, he refused to believe they were husband and wife.Russell arrived with the bodyguards in a hurry, seeing Cline standing in front of the smashed Bugatti.Thinking Cline's car had been in an accident, he quickly approached."Mr. Moriarty, are you alright? Did you take too much sleeping pill and start hallucinating again?"For the past three years, Cline had been plagued by insomnia, clutching two mementos of Luana and struggling to sleep through the night.Russell, worried about his health, had obtained some sleeping pills from Eva.Little did he know, Cline had become addicted to them. Later, Russell found out that the medication could induce hallucinations when taken in excess.It was these hall
Cline's brow twitched, his eyes filled with disdain as he regarded Dorian.He strode quickly to Luana, extending his hand with an unyielding tone, "Come with me."Before Luana could refuse, Dorian swiftly acted, his long arm encircling her shoulder and pulling her tightly into his embrace. A provocative smile played on his lips as he challenged, "On what grounds?"Cline's vision sharpened with pain, witnessing Luana clinging to Dorian, their bodies pressed close. A surge of rage erupted within him."Because I love her!"Cline's voice trembled yet rang out loud and clear, eight years of pent-up emotions bursting forth like a flood breaking its dam.Dorian, noticing the bloodshot eyes and the fervor in Cline's gaze, felt a flicker of realization. He glanced down at Luana in his arms.Her expression was calm, a faint smile curling her lips as if she had just heard an absurd joke, detached and indifferent.Not only did Dorian not l
Dorian rolled his eyes at the scene and impatiently pushed open the car door, stepping out to approach the Bugatti.He bent down and knocked on the window, "Dorothy, get out now."Luana, upon hearing Dorian's voice, froze for a moment before pushing away from Cline, who was still kissing her.Her breathing was slightly labored as she coldly instructed, "Open the door. My husband's here!"Cline's body stiffened. He averted his gaze from Luana and slowly looked at the man outside.Dorian, dressed in a gray suit, was impeccably neat. His handsome face and aristocratic demeanor made him look distinguished and aloof. Cline didn't care about Dorian's appearance, but he was annoyed that Dorian had called her Dorothy, not Luana.Cline swiftly fastened Luana's seatbelt and started the car, speeding out of the parking lot without another word.Dorian watched the Bugatti speed away, a look of frustration crossing his face.He muttered tha
Cline turned on the air conditioning, leaned sideways, and drew closer to Luana.His long, thick lashes lowered as he gazed at the petite Luana, his eyes revealing a longing he had never shown before."Luana..."He uttered her name as if it had taken all his strength.Luana opened her mouth to retort, but Cline suddenly gripped the back of her head with one hand, pressing her into his embrace.He whispered into her ear, "I... miss you so much."For three years, he had thought of her obsessively, to the point of madness, sleeplessness, and even hallucinations from medication.Now that he had found her alive and well, how could he let her go so easily?A flicker of disbelief crossed Luana's previously calm face, followed by a cold sneer in her heart.Would Cline truly miss her? He had never cared before. How could he miss her now?Was it because she was gone, and he couldn't find anyone to replace Runa, that he reme
For the past three years, his heart had felt hollow, a persistent ache that never truly subsided.Now, in this moment of holding Luana close, his restless heart finally found its resting place.To Cline, having someone he longed for still alive was like reclaiming what had been lost.He held Luana tightly, his throat constricting with emotion, unable to utter a word, wishing only to merge her into his very being and feel her presence undeniably.Luana, however, was perplexed by Cline's behavior.It was uncharacteristic of him—cold and distant at their airport encounter, avoiding even a glance, yet now he was uncharacteristically intimate.She wondered if the three years apart had taken a toll on his mental state.Frowning, she struggled to push him away, but Cline easily restrained her wrist with one hand.He spun her around, pinning her against the car door.Before she could speak, Cline captured her lips in a kis
Luana stood outside the door, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes as she contemplated Clarissa's changes over the years.Suddenly, the door creaked open from the inside.Angela, holding a child of about three years old, came into view.The little kid clutched a toy car, its round eyes wide with curiosity as it stared at Luana.Luana's gaze shifted between Angela and the child, a fleeting thought crossing her mind that Angela might be staying with Clarissa and Albert.Suppressing her doubts, she asked, "I'm a friend of Clarissa's. Is she home?"Angela froze, sizing up Luana from head to toe, unable to recognize the elegantly dressed woman with delicate makeup before her.It wasn't until Luana spoke that Angela's pupils contracted sharply, her face draining of color, her lips trembling as she stammered, "Y-y-y-o-u..."Then, as if she had seen a ghost, Angela retreated backward with the child, screaming at th
Dorian had just retrieved his suitcase from the baggage carousel when he spotted Luana approaching.He frowned slightly, his tone laced with displeasure, "Didn't I tell you to wait over there?"Luana rolled her eyes at him. "I was afraid you might grab the wrong luggage."With that, she slipped her phone into her small bag, took the suitcase from Dorian's hand, and began to wheel it away.Dorian, with his long legs, effortlessly kicked another large suitcase toward Luana. "This one's yours too," he said.Luana, though inwardly exasperated, shot a glare at Dorian's retreating figure and pushed both suitcases out of the airport behind him.Once outside, Luana handed the suitcase back to Dorian. "I'm going to meet a friend. Let's part ways here."Dorian tilted his head slightly, regarding her with an expression that seemed to question her intelligence. "You think I came all this way just to see you off?"Luana was speechless again
This meant he was giving her only one chance. If she refused, she would never be able to return home.Luana felt as if a heavy stone had settled in her heart, making it hard to breathe and preventing her from making a decision quickly.Dorian maintained his domineering posture, observing the shifting expressions on her face with a smug confidence, waiting leisurely for her response.Five minutes passed, and Luana took a deep breath before nodding. "Alright, I agree, but it's only a marriage in name."Dorian let out another faint sneer. "What else did you expect?"He picked up the diamond ring, nodded his chin, and gestured for Luana to extend her hand.Reluctantly, she stretched out her hand, and Dorian casually placed the ring on her right ring finger.After slipping the ring onto her finger, Dorian released her hand and looked into her eyes with his deep, dark gaze. "We go to the church tomorrow," he said.With that, he pocketed Dorothy's passport and turned to leave.Luana raised he