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The atmosphere in the room, filled with wide LCD screens for monitoring CCTV, was tense. Surprisingly, the LCD screens connected to the CCTV had become inoperable at some point.A man with a star tattoo under his eye slammed his hand on the table, startling everyone. "Shit! There's an intruder!"The other men in black suits who were in the room immediately gathered around the man with the star tattoo.The blonde man with a bun asked, "What happened?" The LCD screens displayed black and white spots. A man in a black suit checked another screen but found nothing.Meanwhile, a woman in a maid uniform pushed a food cart filled with drinks. She arrived in front of the door that read "Security Room" and stopped, then knocked on the door.It didn't take long for the door to open. A man with thick black eyebrows greeted her.The lady in the maid uniform bowed in salute. "Please enjoy your afternoon tea." She smiled warmly.The man in the black suit looked surprised. "No one orders tea here!" H
With a swift and calculated move, Tristan effortlessly swatted Fiona's hand away, twisting it back until her gun slipped from her grasp. In a blink of an eye, he held her life in his hands, the muzzle pressed firmly against her trembling temple.Stephen's gaze locked onto Fiona, her face etched with fear and despair as she found herself trapped within Tristan's grasp. Thunderous rumbles echoed through Stephen's chest, a storm brewing within him. He couldn't allow this to prolong any further.A man, his face marred by scars, sneered at Stephen, his voice laced with menace. "Give up! You're all alone, and with a single bullet, your existence will come to an end!"A blaze ignited in Stephen's cerulean eyes. Fear was a foreign concept to him, even when confronted by a barrage of menacing gun barrels.With a potent mixture of yearning and anger surging in his chest, he retorted, his index finger poised on the trigger. "Save your breath!" His voice dripped with defiance.In an instant, chaos
A dangerous fury fueled every move Tristan made, his grip tightening like a predator refusing to release its prey. He pressed Fiona against the table, seemingly driven mad by the unstable economy that had plagued his company and the disruptive arrival of Stephen and his entourage at his beloved villa. With a voice dripping with venomous threat, he whispered, his words saturated with dark terror, "So you think you can run from me?" The symphony of the fight filled the air, amplifying the intensity of the moment. Fiona's senses heightened, her body frozen in a mixture of dread and anticipation. The world around her seemed to fade away. "I can even feel your blood congealing from fright," he laughed scornfully, then added, "You big-mouthed loser! You'll forever be under my feet, to be a pet tasked with satisfying my sexual desires!" Amidst the chaos of the villa, a resplendent blonde woman emerged, dressed provocatively in a tight-fitting maid uniform. Her face, seemingly untouched b
There was a big hole in front of Tristan's room, revealing the floor underneath. The room door was dislodged, and the wall was crumbling. Tristan's room had also been heavily affected by the explosion. Stephen cautiously entered Tristan's room, navigating through the broken walls as he searched for the woman he loved. Beside the bed, Fiona's lifeless body lay on the floor, with a wound on her forehead. A bald man was also sprawled nearby. Stephen's voice trembled as he uttered, "Fiona..." He immediately reached for his wife's body and embraced her tightly. As Fiona's warm face rested against his chest, he felt a slight sense of relief. He then checked the pulse of the brown-haired woman in his lap. Expressing gratitude, Stephen said, "Thank goodness!" He kissed Fiona's forehead, savoring the familiar vanilla scent he had missed. A moment later, Raymond and his friends arrived, their faces filled with worry. Raymond inquired, "How is Miss Fiona?" Drawing a deep breath, Stephen ke
After a day of being unconscious, Fiona finally opened her eyes. The view of the luxurious Magnificent Emerald penthouse room greeted her.Between consciousness and unconsciousness, she asked herself, "Am I dreaming?"She also tried to move her right hand to touch her cheek. Then, she realized a needle had stabbed her wrist. Her eyes also followed the hose that was connected to a bag filled with clear liquid that hung beside the bed. It was then that she realized that she was not dreaming.The woman on the gold lace bed hissed, "Arrgghh..." She felt her head hurt. Her left hand touched her forehead, then found a bandage wrapped around it."Okay, this is totally real."She also noticed that her dress had changed into a new one. "Who changed my clothes?" She was a little confused as she tried to remember the last incident that had happened to her.She said softly, "Did Stephen do it?" She scanned the room again to search for the handsome blonde man who had filled her heart.The memory of
Since undergoing a period of recovery, Fiona hadn't gone anywhere. Instead, she had undergone intensive treatment in a penthouse with a reliable medical team employed by the Magnificent Emerald Group for one week. After that, she returned to her activities.Actually, there were many questions in Fiona's head about the magical things that had been happening lately. But, whenever she asked Stephen, he always responded with a reasonable answer.The problem regarding Tristan Reyes' crimes could also be solved immediately. He had been arrested and later tried on charges of kidnapping, abuse, and environmental pollution.A burly man with black hair and brown skin approached Stephen, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. "Young master, I have any news from the police."Stephen turned to the man in the white shirt. "What news, Raymond?"The man's face tensed, his hands clenched tightly. "The firefight that took place in the border town of Windvista is connected to Tristan Reyes."Ste
As if surprised by a blizzard, Fiona stood frozen in front of a large wardrobe that held expensive, branded clothes. She hesitantly looked back to find Stephen also staring at her while she stood up without wearing anything."Oh my... What should I do? I'm so embarrassed! Should I run?"With a serene countenance that bespoke warmth and affection, Stephen approached Fiona, his eyes shining with admiration. "You possess an ethereal beauty, Fiona," he uttered, his words a tender melody that caressed her soul.His words washed over Fiona like a gentle breeze, and his magnetic aura left her momentarily breathless. Unbeknownst to Stephen, his presence had become an anchor, holding Fiona in place, unable to move from her spot.Fiona's face looked even prettier and fresher after taking a shower, making Stephen unable to wait to touch her cheeks. Her pink lips were like strawberry ice cream, inviting people to sip and lick them in the summer.Contrary to Fiona's apprehensions, Stephen's touch w
Fiona blushed, still relishing the memories of their passionate night. Stephen's touch had left an addictive mark on her.Standing before him, a woman clad in a vibrant yellow tank top adorned with a Japanese animation character shook her head slowly. "I have class scheduled today," she murmured softly, her voice tinged with a hint of regret.Stephen, determined to sway her decision, leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Just once on the table. Standing up is also okay for me if you're worried I'll get out of control on my bed," he proposed, his voice laced with playful charm. A low chuckle escaped his lips, the sound echoing through the room.Stephen's hand smoothed Fiona's brown hair. He waited for her answer for a few moments.Stephen asked seductively, "Okay?""Um… Okay. But promise me you won't take long!" Fiona pleaded, her eyes searching for reassurance."Certainly, my love," Stephen assured her, a gentle smile gracing his lips, his affection shining through. "But