"Greetings of the moment to you, everyone," Casper Stanley began, his voice steady but with a hint of authority, as he addressed the gathered crowd. "I hope your day has been good. My name is Casper Stanley, the only son of your favorite president, Stanley, and Asper Stanley’s father. I am here today to clarify matters regarding my son Asper’s health condition."As soon as he finished his statement, the room erupted with a flurry of questions from the eager reporters, their pens poised and cameras flashing. It was exactly what Casper had been dreading. Press conferences were never easy for him. The reporters, like vultures, always came at him with a barrage of questions, eager for the next scandal or piece of information. And they didn’t even have the decency to ask one question at a time, instead throwing multiple questions in rapid succession, as if waiting for a scoop."Mr. Casper, what do you mean by Asper Stanley’s health condition? Is it true that his health is in a very bad sta

Two assistants stood behind Stanley Jos obediently, their postures rigid and professional as they silently awaited his next move. The room was eerily quiet, save for the low hum of machinery in the background. Stanley Jos, dressed in his immaculate white coat, turned his attention to the operating table, where Asper lay, his injuries grievous. His cold, calculating gaze studied the tools before him as his mind worked through the procedure. He adjusted his gloves with precision, each snap of the latex echoing slightly through the room.A while after the Stanleys had left, Stanley Jos picked up his phone and dialed Ethan’s number. The phone rang once before it was picked up."I’m there, Ethan, with Asper. Do you really want me to treat him?" Stanley Jos asked again, his voice steady, though he already knew the answer. He was certain Ethan’s instructions were clear, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Maybe there was something else Ethan needed him to do."He must not die. Also, he shouldn't lose

James Henry had spent countless hours planning every detail of the heist. The Stanley mansion, with its sprawling grounds and grand architecture, was no easy target, but James had always thrived on challenges. He had studied the guards, observed the mansion’s routines, and even mapped out potential escape routes. The prize, the Rays painting, was worth more than any heist he had ever attempted. The sheer value of it—both monetary and historical—was something that could make any thief rich beyond their wildest dreams.Everything had been set. His men were in place, the plan was flawless, and the target was within his grasp. But as James approached the mansion, the air seemed to thicken with tension. There was something off. The guards’ patrols had doubled. The security systems were more sophisticated than he had anticipated. They had somehow upped their game, and he had no idea how.James stood there, staring at the mansion’s towering gates, frustration seeping through his veins. The t

Finally, Stanley Jos shifted his gaze, a sigh escaping his lips. He knew, deep down, that he was no match for Ethan. Despite his occasional bravado and self-assured demeanor, when it came to Ethan, there was always a silent, unspoken acknowledgment of who was in charge. But what truly puzzled him—and annoyed him—was why Ethan had fixed him with such an intense, murderous glare over something so trivial. All he had done was greet Lauren, and here Ethan was, acting like a predator guarding his territory.“Why do you have to look at me like that?” Stanley finally asked, breaking the silence. His voice carried a mixture of irritation and disbelief. “I merely greeted her. That’s all. Is that really something to get worked up over?”Ethan’s face remained impassive, his piercing eyes shifting briefly to Maya, who had been watching them curiously, as if she were witnessing the climax of a drama. He ignored Stanley’s question entirely and addressed the matter at hand. “Did you bring it?” he as

As Ethan stepped out of the room, a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. His plan had been to stay under the radar for a while, quietly working to rebuild his life. The scandal that had damaged both his and Lauren’s reputations still hung like a dark cloud over them, unresolved and threatening. Ethan knew he had to clear both their names and restore the dignity they once held. It wasn’t just for him—it was for Lauren and Maya too. He couldn’t let them suffer any longer because of what had happened.But before all that, there was something Ethan needed to address. Katherine. The questions swirling around her involvement still demanded answers. Had she acted of her own volition, or was there someone pulling her strings? Whatever her role, Ethan knew he couldn’t proceed without confronting her and uncovering the truth.However, all of that would have to wait. His train of thought shifted abruptly as he recalled the audacity of the Stanleys. They had crossed a line by coming to him. If th