Bianca faced the reporters' antagonistic questions by brushing away her sideburns and speaking in a solemn voice. "No words can express the guilt in my heart while faced with such a major tragedy. As the owner of The Galleria, I admit that T Corporation cannot shirk our responsibility in this incident. However, we cannot conclude if there is an element of sabotage in the accident. We have already set up a special task force that will cooperate with the police on the investigations. I would advise the general public not to worry. The investigative process shall be fully transparent, and we will give everyone a satisfactory explanation!" After she said that, there was a commotion among the reporters. The reporters jostled among each other to be the first to ask questions. They bombarded Bianca with all sorts of weird and tricky questions. They lifted their microphones as high as they could and shouted their questions out loud. The scene at the press conference was utterly chaot
Luke had been sleeping for two days. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Bianca holding his hand. The curtains were half-drawn, and the sunlight that came through the window created mottled patterns on the floor. He could hear birds chirping outside. His hand was slightly cool. The soft and tender hand that enveloped his hand was warmer, and it carried a familiar fragrance. Bianca looked at Luke in a daze. He had been unconscious for two days, but for Bianca, it might as well have been two years. The stray strands of his mustache were like sprouts next to his lips. He seemed unkempt. He was not in his best condition, though his gaze was animated. As their eyes met, Bianca greedily relished the fact that Luke was filled with vigor once more. Her eyes misted up. She grasped his hand tightly and said softly, "You're finally awake, Luke. How are your injuries? Does it hurt?" Luke looked at her determinedly. "It doesn't hurt. I'm fine. It's only a minor inj
Bianca was not interested in getting into such meaningless quibbles with Mavis. Moreover, Luke really needed to rest. She indicated to Mavis to step outside of the ward to talk. After they went out, Bianca gently closed the door so that Luke would not be bothered by what was happening outside. Mavis glared at Bianca, angry at her ingratitude. How could she be in the mood to eat tarts when the CEO was so heavily injured? If it were her, she would have been so worried that she would not be able to eat or sleep. Mr. Crawford's love was wasted on Bianca Rayne! Mavis pressed her crimson lips together, and her beautiful face was wracked with anger. "Why do you have the appetite to eat now, Ms. Rayne? T Corporation is in chaos now, and the CEO is seriously injured. You look so relaxed when everyone else is so worried!" The sarcasm in her words was palpable. Bianca leaned on the wall and gave Mavis a side-eye. "In your opinion, Ms. Laviere, how should I react to this situation?
When Luke woke up again, he saw Bianca sitting next to him on the bed. One of her hands was gently caressing his palm, while her chin rested on her other hand as she stared at him. She was unbelievably beautiful under the warm sunlight. Her face was fair and soft, and her eyes were clear and animated. Her eyelashes were thin and long. When she blinked, they flapped like two nimble butterflies. However, there seemed to be an inexplicable melancholy in her gaze. He could not help but frown. He did not wish to see her worry about something. Bianca smiled gently when she saw that Luke was awake. "Are you hungry? It's about to rain outside. What do you want to eat? I'll have it delivered." Luke shook his head and patted his bed. "I'm not hungry. Come and lie down next to me, Bea." Bianca let go of his hand and went to pour a glass of warm water for him. "Your lips look dry. You should drink some water." Luke took the glass and gently sipped the water. He looked at her, not
Leia was half-naked on the bed with Wayne. She was panting heavily after the vigorous session when Wayne abruptly covered her mouth. "Shh…" "What's wrong?" Leia glared at Wayne unhappily while her limber body crawled onto Wayne's chest. "Someone's outside!" Wayne was acutely aware of his surroundings, even when he was making out with a woman. Leia broke out in a cold sweat, and she struggled to get up. "My mom must be back. Let go of me, you b*stard!" Even though the door was locked and Queenie would not barge in, Leia was scared that someone might catch her in the act, and she was even more afraid that her parents found out that she was harboring a wanted criminal. Instead of letting her go, Wayne cackled sinisterly. His movements became even more vigorous. "I'm in the middle of something now. Even God will have to wait until I'm done!" Leia could not believe what she heard. She thought that the man was insane. Her sharp nails dug into Wayne's shoulders, but that o
Queenie was washing vegetables in the kitchen, but her mind seemed to be elsewhere. She was in a horrible mood. She wondered why her two daughters had been fraught with obstacles recently. First, her younger daughter was caught taking drugs and detained in the drug rehab center. Then, her elder daughter's husband got into an accident. The Galleria's collapse was no small matter. T Corporation would be ruined if the matter was not handled properly, not to mention that Luke, as its CEO, might be sentenced to prison. During her hospital visit, she noticed that Luke was not in a good physical condition, and she wondered if he had thought of a solution yet. Jack might be trying his best to pull some strings, but he was about two years away from retirement, and his relations in the political scene were already starting to distance themselves from him. Also, Jack's impartial attitude had made him many enemies over the years. Leia, her younger daughter, had always caused her worry.
In the VIP hospital ward, Gale and Rain stood in front of the bed and looked at Luke with worry in their eyes. They fell into the ocean at the same time, but fortunately, the two of them were saved by Percy Mallory. They had been recuperating from their serious injuries. Later, they were overjoyed to find out from Percy that their leader was still alive! Luke was their savior. He had single-handedly destroyed Robert's hidden training base from within and led them out of the hellish Island of Despair. They were grateful that Luke had granted them a new lease of life, and they swore eternal loyalty to him. Johann was performing a check-up on Luke's body. He was surprised when he analyzed the data. "I say, Bro, your regenerative powers are insane! A normal person would take at least a month to recover from broken ribs, but it's only been a week, and it would take someone else two weeks to reach where you are. Tsk, what a monster! You can be discharged today." Luke did not repl
The "answer" that they wanted was, of course, the amount of compensation that they would receive. Even without the families of the deceased protesting, Luke would be granting them the maximum amount. He might be the Cold-Faced Devil in the business world, but he was influenced by Bianca's kindness after spending a long time with her. However, he was unhappy that those people had surrounded the hospital. He wondered if they caused Bianca, who was back at home, any trouble. Luke turned his ice-cold gaze at Jason. "Are they bothering Bianca?" He did not mind being embroiled in controversy, but he hoped that the mob would not harass his wife and children. Bianca had stayed in the hospital for the past few days to take care of him. She was at her physical limit, and Luke forced her to go home and rest. Jason answered instantly, "Don't worry, they're not going to find her at the mansion. The security measures are tight there, and there hasn't been any trouble." "Mm, that's go
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