“Who is it?” Lily shouted impatiently. “Don’t bother me!” A voice came from outside the door, “I’m here to deliver the red wine.” Lily’s heart raced. She hurriedly opened the door. Standing in front of her was a hotel staff member with a friendly smile, holding a tray with a bottle of red wine, two glasses, and an envelope. “Give it to me,” Lily took the tray from the staff and quickly shut the door. She opened the wine bottle to let it breathe, poured two glasses, and waited. Spotting the envelope on the tray sparked her curiosity. Why was there a letter? Could it be a love letter? Tarry truly had a knack for romantic surprises-Lily thought. Without further delay, she opened the envelope and began reading it on the bed. Lily’s expression changed as soon as she started reading the document. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as she gripped the paper. Fear, regret, and panic filled her eyes as she read to the end. The bathroom door opened, and Tarry emerged, dressed i

Zokhu closed his eyes, took a deep breath to calm himself, then opened them sharply. He glanced at his men standing nearby. “Find the people I asked for.” “Mr. Zokhu, we’ve found them. They’re locked up in the warehouse now.” Zokhu stood up. “Let’s go.” They headed straight to the warehouse. The warehouse was dark and silent, with almost no sign of human activity. This place was used by Zokhu specifically to detain people. Currently, Steven and his son-Sonny, were stripped of their clothes and tied tightly to a metal rack with ropes. The temperature inside the warehouse was freezing. Both were soaked in tears and snot, shivering from the cold. “Please... please let us go...” Sonny sobbed desperately. “I beg you, we’ll give you all the money you want!” “Help us! Please!” Steven whimpered weakly. But there was no use in shouting. No one would hear or care about them. “Shut up!” Zokhu barked sharply. Steven gritted his teeth, his body covered with scratches from the t

Dixon hadn't been with this family for long and didn't fully know everything that happened in the past, so he chose not to comment. However, he knew that William was a devoted son, both in the past and now. This family is filled with kindness. William and Yoruna are both good people, and they have raised Diana to be someone even better. It’s a loving family. "Yoruna, please don’t be upset…" William started to panic when he saw that Yoruna wasn’t saying anything. He quickly glanced at Diana and Dixon, hoping they could help calm her down. However, it wasn’t to force her to agree, but rather to ensure she wasn’t feeling upset. "I'm not upset," Yoruna replied, rolling her eyes at William before Diana could intervene. "I just want to know, where will your father sleep? Our house is small, and surely you wouldn’t let a stroke patient sleep on the sofa, right?" Of course, she still resented her father-in-law! Yoruna had suffered many things because of Harry, and it was hard for her

"Damn it! Steven really knows how to act!" Gobu couldn’t hold back anymore. "Boss, let me sneak in and beat him up!" Gobu’s anger boiled over as he listened to the barrage of false accusations. How could Steven dare to twist the truth so cruelly? If Dixon gave the word, Gobu would storm into the live broadcast and teach Steven a lesson, even if it caused a major scene. But Dixon remained calm. He turned to Paulo and asked, "Is everything ready?" "All set, Big Boss," Paulo replied confidently. While he didn’t fully understand Dixon’s plan, he had meticulously followed all of his instructions. Dixon had asked Paulo to gather a few people with acting experience to call into the show's hotline and make false accusations against William. Dixon himself had written the script for them, crafting every word with precision. When Paulo read the script, he was stunned by how vicious and destructive the accusations were—far worse than anything Steven had said so far. Dixon nodded. "L

Zokhu took deep breaths repeatedly, but nothing could calm his rage. Sonny collapsed onto the floor, his face red and swollen, with the distinct marks of five fingers imprinted on his cheek. He clutched his chest, in too much pain to speak. *** At the TV Station Entrance Steven lay on the ground like a stray dog, curled up on the pavement. His clothes were torn, and there were countless footprints all over his body. The people who had beaten him had left, but he was still lying there. Hearing footsteps approaching, he quickly covered his head and shouted, "Don’t hit me anymore! Please, don’t hit me anymore!" After a moment, he realized no one was hitting him. Steven finally lifted his head slowly. Dixon was standing right in front of him. "You..." Steven looked at Dixon and was immediately filled with rage. To Steven, Dixon was just a young man he had never taken seriously. "Dixon! How dare you get me into trouble!" Steven roared, trying to threaten him, but Dixon ca