The door was rudely opened and then violently closed. The sound was deafening, indicating that the owner of the room was in an emotionally unstable state. It wasn't unusual for him to be so incensed by the mere presence of his long-estranged nephew. The whiny child who once could only crawl at his feet, begging for a favor from him who didn't care at all. The snot-nosed child returned to his presence with an appearance he never expected. "Mafia...," he muttered in a worried tone. The old man nibbled on his fingernails, unable to mask the worry that was clearly depicted on his wrinkled face. He couldn't believe that the boy he threw away 20 years ago had grown up to be such a dangerous figure, in the same class as the mafia, dirty criminals who could wash their hands so cleanly. Connor really didn't expect something like this to come his way. He was probably just waiting to be finished off by his own nephew and begging would have no impact. After all, he was the one who closed his e

Of course Violet will be immediately shocked by retreating a few steps. He doesn't want the madness that's now playing in his heart to make him do strange things in front of Alexa. "What do you mean, Miss Alexa?" "Ah...will you try to deny it? I can't, Violet!" Alexa's confident words collapsed Violet's, which from the beginning was not that big. He's on the threshold, in the middle of two choices: to be sure that Violet's feelings for Victor are just sympathy, or to believe that he's really fallen for the man. "You can't hide it, Violet. It's clear from your behavior, and you even say it accidentally." "I'm not saying I'm in love with Victor!" "But you're worried he'll return you someday. What kind of feeling do you think makes you think like that if it's not the fear that he's gonna break up with you? You're afraid to break up with him." Violet didn't answer. He just bowed down with a nervous face. Alexa doesn't understand what makes Violet still trying to deny it, even though it s

"I will definitely defeat you, Mathius' son." Connor stared intently at whatever was in front of him. His eyes portrayed an intense determination, a false bravado fueled by anxiety and a desire to make sure he was always safe. "Come in," he said to someone at his door. Connor's confidants whom he trusted very much. "I want you to find out about the girl Victor is with right now, and who Victor's enemies are. Find out as much and as quickly as possible!" The two tall, burly men nodded obediently, then began their work as soon as they walked out of Connor's room. Connor felt quite calm at this point. At least he knew that Victor had returned to Louisiana without leaving any plans to kill him. It didn't seem like he intended to kill Connor yet, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen someday. It was just like a ticking time bomb waiting for a predetermined second to explode, not entirely at ease because the feeling of being in the palm of a hand and those piercing eyes watching couldn

While wondering, Violet was still walking. Her gaze wandered in all directions, her head turning right and left, trying to find her destination which finally appeared to be a small waiting room. Violet pulled herself up to hide behind a wall, she couldn’t be seen by either object and have their important conversation ruined.Therefore, Violet waited while occasionally peeking out, keeping an eye on what was happening far ahead.He looked at Jack who was already crying while still holding Victor’s arm. No matter the angle, it was obvious that he was pleading with Victor, who stood proudly in front of him. Violet grimaced. Victor couldn’t be helped with his coldness, but Violet really didn’t understand. What were they talking about to be in such a situation?“I can’t hear them...,” Violet said, straining her ears as best she could to eavesdrop. But still, she and Victor were quite far apart. She couldn’t hear what the two were saying very well until suddenly, Violet was startled by Vic

Victor still held his position. Petrified silence as he stared straight into Violet’s eyes. Even after so many seconds had passed, Victor still had no reaction to the confession of love that Violet made before his eyes. This made Violet wait anxiously. Victor was far too passive to respond to anything outside of work, but for something as big as this, he could at least say a few words.“You’re not going to say anything?” Violet asked at last. She admitted defeat and decided to speak up first.Victor finally spoke up, though he had to use the bait of being asked first. “What do you want me to say?”“I want you to say ‘I love you’ too.”“I love you.” Violet was petrified, her eyes glued to Victor, who returned her gaze just as intently. Her heart was racing, as if it might explode if it wasn’t stopped immediately. Violet didn’t know what was causing it. Whether it was because it was the first time Violet had ever heard a man say something like that to her, or whether it was because it w