As the sun tilted to the west, casting an amber glow across the cityscape, Stephen shut down his laptop and meticulously organized the scattered documents on his desk. With a sigh of relief, he stood up and made his way out of the office, accompanied by Raymond, his loyal driver and confidant. Seated behind the wheel, Raymond, a resilient man with a brown complexion and stylish dark glasses, glanced at Stephen and asked, "Where are we headed, Young Master?" Stephen, feeling the weight of the day lifting off his shoulders, loosened his tie and shot a sidelong glance at Raymond. "Straight to the penthouse," he replied decisively. With a nod of understanding, Raymond revved up the engine of the Porsche, driving it hurtling through the bustling Rosewind streets flanked by towering skyscrapers. On the go, Stephen's mind wandered back two decades, to a pivotal moment etched in his memory—the incident that had changed the course of his life. Lost in thought, Stephen recalled his childhood

Stephen's gaze lingered on Fiona, her face etched with worry, the lines of her forehead creased with a troubled expression. The weight of her concern was palpable in the air, hanging between them like a thick fog."So, you're worried about her?" He stroked his wife's head then smiled.Fiona closed her eyes, her efforts to suppress her jealousy a battle waged within her. Surprisingly, Keyla Fox had inadvertently come to her aid. It was a double-edged sword—a distraction that allowed Tristan to focus on preserving his wealth, rather than indulging in his malicious intentions towarded Fiona. If not for the chaos incited by Keyla Fox, Fiona knew all too well that the outcome might have been far worse—a harrowing encounter she would rather forget.Summoning all her strength, Fiona mustered a smile that masked her inner turmoil. "Yes, I am worried about her," she said with a confused look on her face. "I didn't know she could be that brave! I saw that she also wasn't that concerned about env

"Are you willing to forgive me?" he asked. Despite Stephen's words not being definitively good or bad, Fiona felt relieved. She was happy that Stephen was willing to open up to her, making her feel more valued. "I'm not mad at you," Fiona admitted. The man with blonde hair lowered his head and kissed Fiona's forehead once again. Then he shifted to her ear and whispered, "If you're not mad at me, I don't think it would hurt if we had some fun tonight." Fiona asked, looking surprised, "Tonight?" Stephen smiled faintly, glancing at the wall and noticing that it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Fiona did the same, realizing that she had been in Stephen's arms for quite some time without even realizing it. "I've been waiting for you for a long time. I can't take it anymore," the man said with a seductive smile. The tip of his nose brushed against Fiona's wet eyes. The brunette woman pushed Stephen's chest away and wiped her tears. Stephen gently asked, "Do you mind?" Stephe

Keyla hadn't expected Stephen to pay such close attention to her situation. Her heart bloomed with happiness, and she felt that this was the perfect opportunity to get closer to him. Stephen's soft voice broke through Keyla's daydream. "Keyla?" she gasped as she realized his handsome face was right in front of her, causing her heart to pound. In a softer voice, Stephen asked again, "Are you alright?" His brows furrowed with worry. Suddenly, Keyla's body fell, but Stephen managed to catch her slim waist in time. The handsome model gently rocked her body. "Keyla...Keyla?" he called out, patting her cheeks. Unfortunately, she didn't respond to Stephen's call. In his heart, Stephen regretted what had happened to Keyla Fox. He carefully carried her to the medical room in the studio, which was only three by three meters squared. Inside, there was a small bed, a cupboard, a bedside table, and a small couch. Stephen opened the door and closed it with his foot, placing Keyla gently on the

Brock smiled slyly, feeling proud that he had managed to control Keyla. He deftly scrolled through his phone to look at Keyla's photos.In a mocking tone, Brock said, "Honey, you look so hot!""Brock, please!" Keyla cried out, her voice filled with confusion.The thin man paid no heed to Keyla's words. "You do have beautiful breasts, Keyla!""Brock!"The tattooed man sighed, briefly glancing at Keyla before returning his attention to the photos. "You know what I was thinking with these sexy photos?"The air in the deserted corridor grew tense. Both Stephen and Keyla were on edge, but Stephen maintained better control over his emotions."I want to share these beautiful photos with your fans. They'll thank me for letting them see the beauty of your flawless body!"After gazing at Keyla for a moment, Brock turned his gaze towards Stephen. "How about you? Interested in taking a look too?"Stephen remained silent, his eyes locked on Brock and Keyla. He was undoubtedly pondering a solution t