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William also agreed with Stephen's idea. "I will send our people to monitor Alex Case and lure the journalists to report it!" Stephen smiled with satisfaction, then he got up from the sofa. "Hold on, I have something for you!" Stephen walked to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of orange juice. Then he handed one of the bottles to William. "I appreciate it." Stephen spun the cap on the bottle and said, "I just want to have a drink with you." The old man beside Stephen smiled faintly as he uncorked the bottle. "It turns out you still remember if I like orange juice." "Certainly." Stephen looked out the office window, which revealed white clouds floating like scattered cotton. "I was thinking about something, William." Stephen's gaze extended far into the horizon. William downed his cold, refreshing orange juice. After taking a deep breath, he said, "What are you thinking about, Young Master?" Stephen turned to William. "Grandfather's birthday," Stephen answered briefly.
William finished his drink and placed the bottle on the table. The old man's face appeared fearless as he spoke without hesitation, "Should Young Master genuinely desire my assistance in investigating your uncle, I assure you, I shall not waver in carrying out the task. Truth be told, I have refrained from doing so thus far, as I wished to avoid overstepping my role as a servant."Stephen breathed a sigh of relief and tapped William's shoulder. "I appreciate your hard work and loyalty, William," he said with great gratitude.The pain of losing his parents in an unnatural manner gnawed at Stephen's heart. With his current resources and power, Stephen would thoroughly investigate the tragedy that caused their death. It was something he couldn't do as a young boy exiled in a remote orphanage.After a lengthy conversation with Stephen, the white-haired man took his leave, ready to start his investigation.Alone, Stephen controlled his anger, not wanting to be careless and risk the failure
As the sun tilted to the west, casting an amber glow across the cityscape, Stephen shut down his laptop and meticulously organized the scattered documents on his desk. With a sigh of relief, he stood up and made his way out of the office, accompanied by Raymond, his loyal driver and confidant. Seated behind the wheel, Raymond, a resilient man with a brown complexion and stylish dark glasses, glanced at Stephen and asked, "Where are we headed, Young Master?" Stephen, feeling the weight of the day lifting off his shoulders, loosened his tie and shot a sidelong glance at Raymond. "Straight to the penthouse," he replied decisively. With a nod of understanding, Raymond revved up the engine of the Porsche, driving it hurtling through the bustling Rosewind streets flanked by towering skyscrapers. On the go, Stephen's mind wandered back two decades, to a pivotal moment etched in his memory—the incident that had changed the course of his life. Lost in thought, Stephen recalled his childhood
Stephen descended from the top floor of their luxurious penthouse. He quickly headed to the bathroom, intending to freshen up and change into more comfortable clothes. The warm water cascaded over his body, washing away the day's fatigue, and he emerged feeling revitalized.With a sense of leisure and contentment, Stephen made his way to the living room, a steaming cup of tea in his hand. He settled down on the couch, his gaze fixed on the television screen.The sound of female voices grew louder, drawing his attention away from the screen. He turned his head to see a group of women, their laughter filling the air, signaling the end of their swimming session. Each of them carried a bag, ready to depart.Stephen's wife, Fiona, stood at the center of the group, basking in their gratitude. A woman dressed in black approached her and enveloped her in a warm hug. "Thank you so much, Fiona, for inviting us. We had an amazing time in your new penthouse."Fiona returned the embrace, her hand p
Stephen's gaze lingered on Fiona, her face etched with worry, the lines of her forehead creased with a troubled expression. The weight of her concern was palpable in the air, hanging between them like a thick fog."So, you're worried about her?" He stroked his wife's head then smiled.Fiona closed her eyes, her efforts to suppress her jealousy a battle waged within her. Surprisingly, Keyla Fox had inadvertently come to her aid. It was a double-edged sword—a distraction that allowed Tristan to focus on preserving his wealth, rather than indulging in his malicious intentions towarded Fiona. If not for the chaos incited by Keyla Fox, Fiona knew all too well that the outcome might have been far worse—a harrowing encounter she would rather forget.Summoning all her strength, Fiona mustered a smile that masked her inner turmoil. "Yes, I am worried about her," she said with a confused look on her face. "I didn't know she could be that brave! I saw that she also wasn't that concerned about env
Fiona walked quickly into the bedroom and lay on the bed, snuggling under the covers. Her mind was in turmoil.Under the covers, she reached for her cell phone and opened an instant messaging app. She selected a photo of Billy and read some messages. In her message, Billy showed no signs that he knew his sister had become a kidnap victim.Then, with what power could Stephen help her? Tristan Reyes was not just any man. If Tristan said he wanted to make Fiona his pet, whose only purpose was to satisfy his sexual desires, he would do it."How is your life now? Are you happy?" That's Billy's message.At the bottom of the message, Fiona replied, "I'm fine. He loves me so much. Thanks for helping him save me!"The next message took Fiona by surprise. In his reply, Billy said, "What are you talking about? You know we never liked him, right? We couldn't possibly help him! Have you changed your mind now?"Fiona's heart started pounding at that moment. So, all the power and effort put into savi
"Are you willing to forgive me?" he asked. Despite Stephen's words not being definitively good or bad, Fiona felt relieved. She was happy that Stephen was willing to open up to her, making her feel more valued. "I'm not mad at you," Fiona admitted. The man with blonde hair lowered his head and kissed Fiona's forehead once again. Then he shifted to her ear and whispered, "If you're not mad at me, I don't think it would hurt if we had some fun tonight." Fiona asked, looking surprised, "Tonight?" Stephen smiled faintly, glancing at the wall and noticing that it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Fiona did the same, realizing that she had been in Stephen's arms for quite some time without even realizing it. "I've been waiting for you for a long time. I can't take it anymore," the man said with a seductive smile. The tip of his nose brushed against Fiona's wet eyes. The brunette woman pushed Stephen's chest away and wiped her tears. Stephen gently asked, "Do you mind?" Stephe
After Fiona had settled in the back seat, Oliver closed the car door and saluted Stephen from a distance. He then got into the Rolls-Royce Phantom and left the car park of the Magnificent Emerald hotel.As Stephen watched Fiona's car disappear, he walked over to a black SUV where Raymond was sitting in the driver's seat. Stephen joined him and Raymond greeted him in his usual professional tone, "Good morning, Young Master." Stephen returned the greeting.With a serious tone, Oliver conveyed important news to Stephen, "Young Master, please take a look at these!" Oliver handed several sheets of photos to Stephen.Stephen scanned the details of the photos. In the photos, he could see a man with long blond hair sitting in a luxurious room surrounded by women in sexy dresses.The man smiled smugly while the women shamelessly fawned over him. However, that wasn't the important news Oliver wanted to share with his master.A woman with long wavy black hair caught Stephen's attention. "Holy shi