Bianca dreamed of Luke that night. In the dream, they were lying on a meadow. The willow trees were sprouting, and the sun was gentle. Her face was buried in his chest. One hand was caressing his handsome face, immersed in the bliss of reunion, while the other hand was playfully punching him. She alternated between crying and laughing, asking him, "Where have you been for the past two years? Don't you know that I've almost lost my mind thinking about you?" He did not speak, but she could see her reflection in his clear eyes. His gaze was so gentle and profound that she could drown in it. He kissed her madly. "I miss you, Bianca, I miss you," he mumbled. Their limbs intertwined with each other. She could sense the warmth of his body. His soul belonged to her. Just when she was about to tear his clothes away, she felt her body suddenly sink, waking up from her dream. She opened her eyes and saw a pair of eyes as clear and profound as Luke's. Tommy sprawled mischievously
In the dining hall, the maid tore off a paper-thin mask from her face. Bianca had never seen the face below the mask before. She was shocked. "Who are you? What did you do to Mary?" Mary was the maid who personally attended to Bianca. "You can ask her that in hell!" The "maid" smiled sinisterly. With a wave of her hand, many strangers wielding machine guns rushed into the dining hall. Selena was shocked. She tried to hold off the intruders with her taekwondo skills while shouting to Bianca, "Run away with Tommy, Sis!" Naturally, bare fists were no match to guns. Soon, Selena was sprawled on the floor with a gun pointed at her head. "Selena!" Bianca cried out. She carried Tommy and tried to find a way out. "Mommy, Mommy…" Sensing danger, Tommy hugged Bianca's neck tightly and did not make a fuss. Bianca felt a muscular arm hold her by her beck, and the maid held a dagger to her face. The coldness of the blade made Bianca shudder. "You'd better listen to what I
The female assassin stuffed Bianca and Tommy into a car without a license plate. Bianca could feel that her heart was going to jump out of her chest when she felt the barrel of a gun press against her head. However, Tommy did not seem to be afraid at all. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the female assassin. He even pulled a funny face at her and reached out to touch the gun. "Do you have a death wish, you brat?" The female assassin said fiercely and pointed the gun at Tommy's head. Bianca hugged Tommy tightly and pressed his head onto her chest. "Don't harm my son. He's still young and doesn't know anything! Come at me if you're unhappy!" She did not know why Tommy was so bold. He was usually quite sensible and intelligent, but he seemed to have lost all sense of danger. The people around them were merciless assassins. What if they got angry? Tommy struggled and lifted his head. His handsome face flashed a cheeky grin at the female assassin. The little boy started
The snipers stationed at the higher ground were very accurate. They killed one person with every bullet they fired. Ray's men quickly dispatched the other assassins and began to clean up the scene. Ray walked up to Bianca. He frowned slightly when he saw the bloodstains on her delicate arm. "I'm sorry, Sis. I have been negligent. Fortunately, you're safe. Otherwise, I don't know what to tell Mr. Crawford." Bianca shook her head gently. "The blood belongs to someone else and not me. I'm fine. Tommy is also fine. Thank you, Ray." Ray could not help but be impressed when he saw the little boy in Bianca's arms smiling and waving. Any other child would have been reduced to tears after witnessing such a horrific scene. Tommy was not afraid at all. Ray believed that the boy would grow up to be an extraordinary man. "You were so cool when you got out of the car, Uncle Ray!" Tommy reached out with his meaty arms, wanting Ray to carry him. Ray took the little boy from Bianca's ar
Kassy lit another cigarette. Her expression was gloomy. Three separate forces were searching for Matthew. The first was the League of Shadows, the second was Ray's men, and the third was Percy Mallory, the leader of A City's criminal underworld. It was a race against time, and Kassy had to be faster than Ray and Percy. Otherwise, once he managed to escape from her clutches, it would be next to impossible to capture that crafty man again. "Ms. Kassy…" While Kassy was deep in thought, another subordinate rushed into the room excitedly. "We found Matthew's whereabouts." Kassy instantly stubbed out her cigarette and stood up. "Where is he?" "He is seen near a shopping mall in Arbat Street…" Before he could finish the sentence, Kassy was nowhere to be seen. … Late in the evening, in Moscow's famous pedestrian street. Luke walked among the crowd. He wore a pair of oversized sunglasses, and only his sculpted chin was seen. He glanced coldly at the black cars that surro
Luke casually walked out of the mall. The "woman" stood out in the crowd. "Her" appearance was unique, and "her" mannerisms were elegant and graceful. Kassy glanced at Luke suspiciously, thinking that the woman seemed to be abnormally tall. However, it was not unusual for a woman in Russia to be over six feet in height. Kassy pointed at Luke domineeringly and ordered him, "You! Take off your sunglasses!" Luke smiled and did what he was told. His fair face was brought into view. Kassy frowned. That beautiful "woman" had a pair of bewitching eyes, and they looked somewhat familiar. Soon, she banished that thought. A man as prideful as Matthew would not stoop to disguising himself as a woman. Moreover, Matthew's skin was a healthy bronze color, while that woman was fair. They were not similar at all. She waved impatiently at Luke. "Go away. Stop wasting our time." The men in black let Luke off. Kassy continued to search for Luke in the crowd. None of those people m
Luke let his guard down a little when he saw that it was Percy. "Why are you here?" "I happened to be passing through and saw a woman in need," Percy said jokingly. When he noticed the wound on Luke's arm, he sounded concerned. "Are you alright? Is it serious?" Luke chuckled coldly. "I won't die. Yet." He knew that Percy was concerned about him even though he was joking. That was the way Luke's good friends cared for him. Perhaps friendship among men was like that. "Tsk tsk, I should've known that you're born lucky. That huge explosion didn't even kill you, so what could a few underlings do to you? How did you become so fair though? Did you undergo plastic surgery? I'd like to know your secret…" Percy spoke animatedly as he reached out to touch Luke's chin. Luke narrowly dodged Percy's hand and shot a piercing glare at him. "Do you want to know my secret to fair skin?" Percy nodded in puzzlement. It was not surprising that he was curious. Luke's female disguise was brea
Tommy saw his mother covering her face and thought that she was crying. That made him behave even more angrily toward Luke. His tiny body stood tall and straight, and his round eyes glared unyieldingly at his father. Then, he bared his sharp, white teeth and bit down on his father's exposed arm. The pain caused Luke to gasp. Luke did not expect that the little boy's teeth would be so sharp. He wondered if Tommy was reincarnated from a wolf. Even though he was in pain, Luke was comforted by the fact that Tommy was so protective of his mother. However, he wished that Tommy would protect Bianca from the other people, not Luke. Luke lifted Tommy by the collar and narrowed his gaze as he looked at the little boy. "Hey, kid, I'm playing with your Mommy. What makes you think that I'm bullying her, hmm?" Tommy pointed at Luke and said angrily, "You were pinning Mommy down and she couldn't breathe! I saw that Mommy was crying secretly and moaning in pain. You're so big and stron
Lucius was different.He did not care about getting close to anyone, whether man or woman. Even when Hera’s attempts to seduce him were blatantly obvious, he still remained unmoved and even showed signs of rejection.Gerald could not help but marvel at Luca’s sharp observations and incisive remarks. He could not help but clap his hands lightly, genuinely impressed.“Lucius truly is exceptional,” said Gerald.Luca came downstairs.When she took the last step off the stairs, the men in the living room immediately fell silent.They held their breath as they watched the woman in front of them. Her hair was straight, not like their boss' companion.The men's gazes grew intense.Luca’s expression darkened.Gerald stood beside her and said, “See, I told you—you’re like a piece of meat dropped into a pack of wolves. Be careful.”One of the men heard Gerald and asked unhappily, “Hey, kid, what are you saying? What wolves? We’re gentlemen. We’d never dream of doing anything inappropr
When Gerald heard this, his face fell. “Huh? Ms. Craw, you're not cooking anymore?”Luca said nothing. Luke had already left with the others. She turned her gaze back before walking inside.Gerald realized that Luca had only been cooking breakfast because of Lucius. The thought puzzled him. Had they taken a liking to each other from the very start? That did not seem right.In this fast-paced modern world, even if they had, using something as old-fashioned as cooking to win someone over did not add up.Still, the timing was too coincidental to ignore. Luca started cooking for everyone when Lucius arrived, and she stopped as soon as he left. That realization gave Gerald an eerie feeling.Thinking they might have known each other back on the island, it all suddenly made sense. Of course! They must have met before. How else could this all line up so perfectly?With that thought, Gerald quickly caught up with Luca. “Ms. Craw, my cooking is terrible. Why don’t you keep doing it?”
Kassy’s eye donor was Hera, the one Abel had brought over.Even though Hera’s eyes resembled Kassy’s, they did not meet the criteria for a transplant. However, Hera’s blood type matched Kassy’s exactly.Hence, Abel decided to use Hera’s eyes. His belief was that her eyes were specifically meant for Kassy.Shanks knew he would not be able to change Abel’s mind, so he did not try. Abel’s stubbornness was something even Kassy herself could not sway.Luca remained silent for a while, not saying anything further. She understood that using a cadaver was the best option as it would not harm anyone.However, the eyes Abel wanted for Kassy were not from a cadaver. He intended to take them from Hera.Luca certainly would not participate in such a surgery. It was too cruel.“What are you thinking?” Shanks suddenly asked.Luca shook her head. “I’m just thinking about the volunteer’s situation.”“You’re wondering if this solution will be marketed, aren’t you?” Shanks suddenly asked.L
“I’m still a bit worried. Let me take a look in your room and change the dressing while I’m at it.” Luca knew Luke would not want her to worry. Therefore, she needed to see for herself that everything was fine before she could feel at ease.“Alright.” Luke knew she was worried about him, so the two of them headed into the room.He took off his shirt, revealing the bandage wrapped around his torso.Luca could not help but chuckle at the sight. The wrapping was done by Gerald, and it was hilariously sloppy. It was haphazardly bound—overly tight in some places and entirely uneven. It looked like it was just meant to cover the wounds, with no thought for neatness.“Stop laughing.” Luke was clearly rendered speechless by Gerald’s lackluster bandaging skills as well.If it were not for the fact that it was difficult to bandage himself, he would never have let Gerald do it.“With it wrapped like this, how are you supposed to sleep at night?” Luca asked as she began unwrapping the ba
Abel chuckled. His voice was low and gravelly.“Hera, let’s agree on something. Don’t use threats of leaving to manipulate me anymore, or I won’t be happy,” said Abel in a low voice.What might have sounded like a plea or a compromise came across to Hera as a veiled threat.The cool sensation of his fingers brushed against her eyelids, and she could not help but shiver. His touch felt as cold as death itself. She could not feel a trace of warmth.Her hands clenched tightly together. The tension in her grip was the only thing keeping her from trembling further.“Alright,” Hera murmured obediently.Abel withdrew his hand. Hera opened her eyes. A strange unease stirred within her. For reasons she could not quite explain, Abel’s behavior filled her with an unsettling dread…“Will you stay at the hospital with me tonight?” Hera could not help but crave some semblance of comfort.Abel frowned slightly. “Stay here with you? And what about Luca?”“You could just send her home. I onl
Luca's expression was serious, and Hera realized she was not just trying to scare her. Ignoring her warnings had already caused her to suffer once.Unwillingly, Hera sipped on the cereal. Her resentment was evident in every movement.Luca noticed it was not difficult for her to handle. She quietly sat down and ate her own bowl of cereal.Hera did not have much of an appetite.Hera took a couple of bites before growing bored. She glanced at Luca and asked, “How did you end up working for Abel?”Luca did not respond. She calmly blew on her cereal and ate in silence, showing no intention of engaging in conversation.“I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?” snapped Hera.Luca lifted her gaze briefly and replied, “You should finish your cereal before it gets cold.”“I’m not even hungry.” Hera really had no appetite and was not planning to eat the cereal.“It’s still better if you eat something. Otherwise, when hunger strikes later, don’t expect me to help you,” said Luca, “I’m only he
Luke had never taken the medicine that could speed up healing, so his recovery was nowhere near as fast as the others from the Island of Despair.Luca did not respond to Gerald’s comment. Her gaze fixed on him with intensity.“No stitches,” said Luke, “I trust you.”Luca bit her lower lip.“But if you don’t stitch it, it might tear open,” insisted Gerald, staring at Luke’s wounds.Luke glanced at his injuries and shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, as though the wounds had nothing to do with Luca.“Stitches will leave scars.”“Are you afraid of scars? What kind of man doesn’t have a few scars on him? Scars are a symbol of manhood,” teased Gerald with a playful tone, “Scars show you’re reliable, that you can protect a woman.”Luke gave him a look as though he were an idiot, then his gaze shifted to Luca. “I don’t want too many scars. I’m worried my future wife might dislike them.”Luca’s heart sank at his words, but his lighthearted remark eased her sadness. Despite the severity
Luca could not help but tremble with heartache. She fought hard to resist the urge to rush forward.Everyone in the room had survived brutal training to make it out of the Island of Despair, and they could not help but shudder when they saw the scene. The sound of the whip felt like it was landing on their own bodies.Gerald closed his eyes, unable to watch any longer. It was too cruel for him to watch.The ten lashes felt like an eternity, stretching on for what seemed like a century.Luca looked at the drenched clothes on Luke. His eyes were red, and his shirt was so soaked that you could wring out the blood from it. Her hands were clenched so tightly into fists that the veins were bulging.Abel tossed the whip aside, looking at Luke’s disheveled state with satisfaction. He enjoyed the thrill of this bloody scene.He turned to Luca, noticing her reddened eyes, and smiled even more devilishly. “Hera is in the hospital now. You’ll go take care of her for the next few da
Luca instantly understood the situation. It was about Hera.Hera was someone Abel valued, possibly as a future corneal donor for Kassy. While Abel might not love Hera now, he certainly took her health seriously.In a calm tone, Luca explained, “She was hospitalized due to inflammation that caused a fever.”Abel furiously flung his half-smoked cigar at her. The glowing embers singed her clothes, leaving a small burn mark.She instinctively stepped aside.Abel roared, “What kind of care is this?! I told you to look after her! Is this how you handle things?”Luca was perplexed. When did he ever tell her to look after Hera?Besides, she did take care of her.”When Ms. Sanchez fainted last night, she already had a low-grade fever. I diagnosed her condition as inflammation and prescribed anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medication. I also emphasized that she needed to take oral anti-inflammatory drugs. She didn’t trust me and threw out Mr. Shanks’ medication, which led to her con