As Cosmos returned home late at night, the oppressive weight of tension hung heavy in the air, casting a pall over the once-familiar surroundings of the living room. Chairman Conrad, flanked by Yue Wang and Chris, sat like ominous sentinels, their expressions unreadable as they regarded Cosmos with a mixture of scrutiny and suspicion.Cosmos's heart hammered in his chest as he entered the room, his anxiety mounting with each step he took. He forced a smile onto his face, hoping to mask the fear that gnawed at his insides as he greeted the trio seated before him."Good evening, Chairman Conrad, Miss Yue Wang, Sir Chris," he murmured, his voice strained with apprehension as he attempted to maintain an air of composure.But Chairman Conrad's stern gaze bore down upon him like a vise, his eyes boring into Cosmos with a piercing intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "Cosmos, we need to talk," he declared, his voice cold and unwavering.Cosmos's stomach churned with dread as he took
At dawn, Cosmos was jolted awake by the sound of heavy footsteps echoing through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion. His heart hammered in his chest as he sat up in bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he braced himself for what was to come.Before he could even gather his wits, the door to his room burst open with a resounding crash, and Cosmos found himself staring down the barrels of several menacing firearms. Chairman Conrad stood at the center of the armed men, his expression dark and foreboding as he fixed Cosmos with a steely gaze."Get up, Cosmos," Chairman Conrad commanded, his voice cold and unforgiving. "We have some unfinished business to attend to."Cosmos's stomach churned with dread as he complied with his father's orders, his limbs trembling with fear as he followed the men out of his room and down into the depths of the mansion.As they descended into the bowels of the basement, Cosmos's heart sank like a stone in his chest, his mind reeling with the horror o
Sapphira's heart raced with anticipation as she awaited the crucial phone call that would determine her meeting with Larry Conrad. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as she paced the exquisitely decorated confines of her bedroom, her mind buzzing with a flurry of thoughts and emotions.Finally, the phone rang, breaking the oppressive silence like a welcome beacon of hope. With trembling hands, Sapphira answered the call, her voice tinged with excitement as she listened intently to the voice on the other end."Yes, this is Sapphira," she confirmed, her heart pounding in her chest as she hung on every word. "Did you manage to convince Mr. Conrad?"As the caller relayed the news of Larry Conrad's agreement to meet with her, Sapphira's eyes lit up with joy, a radiant smile spreading across her face. "Oh, thank you so much!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "Please send me your account details—I want to make sure you're properly compensated for your efforts."
As Larry pulled away from Sapphira's embrace, a whirlwind of confusion and frustration swept through his mind. He cast a bewildered glance at the tear-streaked woman before him, his heart heavy with a sense of unease and disappointment. "I don't understand," he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. "Why did you hug me like that?"Sapphira's eyes brimmed with unshed tears as she struggled to find the words to explain herself. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you were someone else."Larry's brow furrowed in confusion, his mind racing to make sense of the strange encounter. "Someone else?" he echoed, his tone laced with disbelief. "Who could you possibly mistake me for?"But before Sapphira could reply, Larry turned on his heel and strode away, leaving her standing alone in the hotel lobby, her heart heavy with regret and longing. With a heavy sigh, she watched him disappear into the bustling crowd, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and
As the first light of dawn crept through the window of his apartment, Larry Conrad found himself haunted by the events of the previous evening. Try as he might, he couldn't shake the image of the tear-streaked woman who had embraced him so unexpectedly, her eyes filled with sorrow and desperation.Pacing back and forth in his living room, Larry's mind raced with a flurry of questions and uncertainties. Who was she, and why had she reacted so strongly to seeing him? The memory of her tearful embrace gnawed at his conscience, leaving him feeling unsettled and perplexed.With a heavy sigh, Larry sank onto the couch and buried his face in his hands, his thoughts consumed by the enigmatic stranger who had crossed his path. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to their encounter than met the eye, a sense of mystery that left him feeling both intrigued and unnerved.Lost in his reverie, Larry was startled by the sudden ringing of his phone, pulling him back to the present with a
As Sapphira sat in her elegantly furnished living room, her mind raced with thoughts of Larry Conrad. The memory of their brief encounter haunted her every waking moment, leaving her heart heavy with a sense of longing and regret. She knew that she had to see him again, to explain herself and make amends for the misunderstanding that had driven them apart.With a determined glint in her eye, Sapphira reached for her phone and dialed the number of a trusted investigator she had worked with in the past. As the phone rang, her pulse quickened with anticipation, knowing that she was one step closer to unraveling the mystery of the enigmatic stranger who had captured her heart."Hello?" came the voice of the investigator on the other end of the line, his tone professional and businesslike."Mr. Johnson, it's Sapphira," she said, her voice tinged with urgency. "I need your help with something."Mr. Johnson listened intently as Sapphira outlined her request, her words tumbling forth in a rus
Sapphira's heart skipped a beat at Mr. Johnson's words, her pulse quickening with anticipation. "What have you found?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Mr. Johnson's voice was filled with a sense of urgency as he relayed the information he had gathered. "I've managed to track down Larry Conrad," he said. "He's currently staying at a hotel downtown."A surge of excitement coursed through Sapphira's veins at the news, her mind racing with the possibilities that lay ahead. She knew that this was her chance to set things right, to reach out to Larry and explain the truth behind their chance encounter."Thank you, Mr. Johnson," Sapphira said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'll take it from here."With a sense of purpose, Sapphira quickly made arrangements to meet with Larry at the hotel where he was staying. She dressed meticulously, choosing an outfit that was both elegant and understated, her heart pounding with anticipation as she prepared to face the man who had capture
As Sapphira and Larry sat across from each other in the hotel lobby, the weight of their conversation hanging heavy in the air, Larry took a moment to gather his thoughts. He couldn't deny the appeal of Sapphira's proposal – the chance to seek justice for his sister and all those who had suffered at Chairman Conrad's hands was a powerful motivator. But at the same time, the idea of taking such drastic action filled him with uncertainty and apprehension."Sapphira, I... I need some time to think about this," Larry said, his voice tinged with hesitation. And with it coming from Sapphira who he couldn't trust make him hesitate even more. "It's a lot to take in, and I don't want to make any rash decisions."Sapphira nodded in understanding, her eyes softening with empathy. "Of course, Larry," she said, her voice gentle yet resolute. "I understand that this is a difficult decision to make. Take all the time you need."With a sense of relief, Larry leaned back in his chair, his mind buzzing