Corrine is abandoned at the altar when her groom runs off to save another woman, calling their love just a “business deal.” Humiliated and broken, she wanders into the rain and nearly gets hit by a car, only to be rescued by a mysterious man. Is this the end of her story… or the beginning of something far bigger?
Farris acknowledged Bruce’s betrayal and the birthday party incident that had severed her ties with the Ashton family. Yet the family’s pressing circumstances overshadowed his remorse. “My intentions are pure. Please attend the Ashton Group’s anniversary celebration. Our success stems largely from your contributions-your presence would honor that legacy.” “The Ashton family and I share…
The thin man spat sideways, malice glinting in his gaze. “Enough nonsense. Surrender now, or my knife won’t show mercy!” “Harm me,” Corrine replied, her voice carrying a glacial warning, “and you won’t live to regret it.” The thin man’s laughter held no humor. “You had your chance for the easy way. Don’t blame me…
“Does something about this case trouble you, Matias?” Emerging from his contemplation, Matias offered a measured smile. “This appears to be quite a significant case. It will likely require your personal oversight. Other matters demand my attention, so I’ll take my leave.” He slipped one hand into his pocket and strode away, his footsteps echoing…
Corrine’s composure only served to intensify Wilbur’s mounting anger. His fist connected with the table as he roared, “Corrine Holland, enough games! Don’t expect special treatment because of your gender! Trafficking historical artifacts and forging antiquities-either charge alone could destroy your future!” Corrine maintained her tranquil demeanor, her voice steady. “I request Chief Hoffman’s presence.”…
Jayden fixed his penetrating gaze on Wilbur, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “Since leaving the military, you should understand that each jurisdiction operates under its own protocols. Detaining someone without concrete evidence carries serious implications-surely you grasp that severity?” “We received a report and discovered evidence at the scene. Isn’t that sufficient grounds?”…
Leaving the police station, Corrine was quickly met by Matias, who said, “Miss Holland, Mr. Hopkins is ready for you in the car.” He intended to accompany her to the vehicle. However, Wilbur quickly intercepted him. “Matias, do you mind if I ask you something?” “What’s your question?” Matias maintained his composure. “There’s no conflict…
His assertive walk and authoritative aura defined him as a man who commanded every situation. He paused in front of Corrine, offering his hand. “Care to join me inside?” Locking eyes with him, her expression softened into a warm smile. “I’d love to.” Their fingers intertwined, sparking an unexpected warmth in her chest. At the…
Breaking the odd silence, one officer sternly addressed her, “Corrine Holland, mind your attitude! Based on what we’ve gathered from the other suspects, you were the one pulling the strings. Are you still going to deny your involvement in the crime?” “Which crime are you even referring to?” Corrine asked, her tone steady. “If this…
Corrine met his gaze, unfazed. “Took you long enough.” “You know how messy it is digging up files from that far back,” he said, his tone light, though the weight of his words was anything but. The reporters sitting along the edges of the room remained silent, too focused on the unfolding scene to grasp…
This level of persistence wasn’t random-it was calculated. Matias’ lips twitched in satisfaction. Finally, Nate was making his move. Keeping his expression neutral, he gave a short nod. “Understood.” As he reached the door, he unexpectedly crossed paths with an incoming group. The middle-aged man leading the group strode in confidently, his jacket slightly ruffled…