“No,” Sarah said seriously. “What they have isn’t just attention. It’s traffic.”Melvin’s eyes lit up in realization. He chuckled. “Got it.”Soon after, the news spread like wildfire: “Live from the heart of the entertainment district: Pine Mist Island Resort is throwing a massive Christmas gala! Celebrities, fireworks, fan meet-and-greets—you name it. The only way in? Reach a spending threshold at Pine Mist Island. Full details available on Sanders Group’s official channels…”The East Coast went nuts. So did the internet.Under Sanders Group’s announcement, the comments section exploded. The invited celebrity lineup had already been posted, and the offer was irresistible: a completely free party—food, drinks, entertainment, even star interactions.Especially for die-hard fans, it was a dream. People rushed to book rooms and hit the required spending level.Within half an hour, the resort’s front desk was flooded with calls—nearly all of them room reservations.The hype didn’t
Panic flickered in Vivian’s eyes. What she feared most was that her grandfather would give up on her.“Grandpa, please give me one more chance,” she pleaded. “There’s a bidding event in a few days. I’ll win the partnership for Wilson Corp—I promise.”She had made so many mistakes. This was the only way she could redeem herself.“Foolish,” Mr. Wilson snapped, shaking his head in disappointment.“I know I messed up,” she said softly.“But the real problem isn’t just that you acquired Merihan. It’s that you were willing to sell off Wilson Corp’s shares to do it. You clearly don’t understand how unpredictable this world is. Even a small missing percentage can become the one thing that brings you down,” he said, his voice filled with bitter regret.Vivian knew it was serious. What worried Mr. Wilson even more was who had picked up those shares.“Did you look into it? Who bought them?”“I did,” she replied quickly. “I had my assistant check it out during the sale. It looks like they
The Wilson Estate.Mr. Wilson set the tablet down, his expression frozen in disbelief. For the past few days, he’d thought the Wilson family was finally on the rise again. But after reading that email… the whole thing just felt unreal.“Where’s Vivian?” he asked coldly.The butler replied, “Miss Vivian should be at the hotel right now handling some business.”“Call her. Tell her to come back immediately.”“Yes, sir.”—Less than thirty minutes later, Vivian walked through the front door, still trying to figure out what had happened—what could be so urgent that her grandfather needed her home right in the middle of everything?Before she could even say a word, a slap landed hard across her face.Her eyes flew wide in shock. Staring at her furious grandfather, her voice trembled. “Grandpa… why—why are you—?”“Why?” Mr. Wilson snapped, his voice sharp with fury. “You’ve got the nerve to ask me why? Do you even know how many things you’ve done behind my back? You buried the Westr
“Die.”“Just die already!”In the middle of pitch-black nothingness, he jolted awake. There wasn’t a sliver of light around him—he had no idea where he was. The ground felt like a soft sponge underfoot, unstable and slippery. He couldn’t stand upright, stumbling in every direction.He tried to walk forward, hoping to find a way out of the darkness, but there was no path. No direction. Just the sound of wind rushing past his ears.And then—right next to him—someone whispered, fast and sharp. “Go die.”It sounded so real.So real that he collapsed to the ground in panic.“Who’s there? Come out!” he shouted, voice raw and frantic.But all he got back was his own echo, bouncing endlessly in the dark.“Die.”That voice—like a demon’s murmur—kept echoing around him, again and again, right in his ear. He looked around, trying to find the source, but there wasn’t a single shadow in sight.Then suddenly, voices exploded from all directions, overlapping, rising in volume, all repeatin
Seeing Sarah like this, Leon finally dropped his suspicions. He figured maybe she’d been too out of it last night to remember clearly. Maybe she even thought it had all been some trick pulled by Zachary.That thought relaxed him.He looked at her with burning intensity and asked, “Sarah, what really happened last night? You can tell me—I’ll do everything I can to help.”Sarah shook her head, her expression firm. “No need, Mr. Spencer. I’ll handle it myself. But… how’s your psychological condition these days?”The sudden mention of his mental health caught him off guard. For a second, he froze—then a wave of satisfaction washed over him.They both knew the mental illness thing was fake. But the fact that Sarah brought it up herself? That had to mean she wanted to get closer to him.Still, something about last night kept nagging at him. He knew exactly how powerful that drug was. He’d used it in multiple countries—including the most guarded circles of country H—and it had never fai
When Sarah woke up, her whole body ached. Her head was spinning, like she was hungover and had been in a fight.She shut her eyes for a second, then slowly pushed herself up on the bed, careful with every movement.Just then, the blanket beside her shifted.She froze. Her neck stiffened as she turned to the left, eyes landing on a pair of long lashes—way too long for a woman’s. Her gaze drifted down over a straight nose… and slightly swollen lips that somehow looked even more attractive.Sarah gulped. What the hell did I do last night?Before she could even start to piece things together, Zachary stirred beside her, his internal clock waking him up right on time.His deep, velvety voice startled her, “You’re up. Hungry?”Sarah jumped like she’d been electrocuted, her expression pure panic.Zachary couldn’t help but laugh. The way he smiled—so bright, so easy—it lit up the whole room.Half her face went red in an instant. She whipped her head away and muttered, “Why are you i