"She couldn't have committed suicide," Harry gritted his teeth in anguish as he reached for the car handle. He couldn't believe that she had taken her own life after agreeing to testify against Alexander in court. All of Harry's thoughts pointed to Alexander as the only suspect capable of orchestrating such a clean and swift job. Now, Harry truly understood the kind of man he was dealing with—a monster who wouldn't hesitate to shed blood to cover his tracks. It only took this tragic event for Harry to realize the depths of Alexander's ruthlessness. Stanley accelerated the car, swiftly making a left turn and taking the route back home. He knew that Harry was disoriented and unable to function in the office. As the second-in-command, since Pietro had become preoccupied with matters of the heart, Stanley understood how to protect Harry's interests and well-being. All he knew was that Harry needed a quick nap to calm his racing heart and regain his composure. Those few minutes felt like a
Cassandra's eyebrows shot up in surprise. At first, she struggled to comprehend what Alexander was saying, but as he approached her, he clarified, "You're dead. I mean, Cassandra, Cassie, and the others are dead. I will be attending your burial tomorrow at noon. From now on, you have to start a new life, so no one knows you're still alive."Taken aback, Cassandra instinctively took a defensive step backward. Alexander was truly remarkable; he had managed to execute all of this within such a short period of time, outsmarting even Harry. It was something Harry could have never conceived. Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, Cassandra moved forward and tightly embraced Alexander, refusing to let go. Tears welled up in her eyes as she clung to his waist. She couldn't believe she had doubted him, thinking he would leave her to suffer in jail. Little did she know, he had other plans in store. Meanwhile, Amp stood there, feeling somewhat left out, observing their reconciliation. He discreetly
A broad smile adorned the corners of her lips, capturing everyone's interest and accentuating her simple and beautiful appearance. With graceful steps in her heels, she approached the nearest table and swiftly unpacked the ice cream and popcorn. As she did, everyone stood there, watching her as if she were performing in a play or rehearsing for a future cinematic role. The lady paid no mind to the lack of permission to share; none of them spoke a word. Judging by their expressions, they weren't angry but simply stunned by her beauty. The lady seemed aware of this, as if she had encountered such reactions before, and continued with confidence. She placed a cup of ice cream on the table for Harry and said, "Have yours. You can enjoy it; it's one of the best in the states."In that moment, Harry blinked his eyes and locked his gaze with her. His expression turned grim, and his eyes burned with anger as he demanded, "Who the hell are you?"Katrina stuttered, "I-I-I'm Katrina Bruce.""Not
It had been over six hours since Katrina's intense gaze managed to intrude into Harry's mind. He sat in a chair in his room, staring intently at the mirror, trying to make sense of the events that had unfolded. Pietro and Stanley had assisted him into the car and drove him back home. They had then helped him to bed, and most of them had stayed, waiting for him to wake up, eventually succumbing to sleep in the living room. Now he was awake, but he still couldn't comprehend what had occurred. He had no idea that Katrina possessed the ability to manipulate minds through her penetrating gaze. Her eyes had the power to delve beyond the mere surface and influence others. However, in Harry's case, her attempt clashed with his Quantum Restoration energy, which vehemently resisted her intrusion. The clash had taken a toll on Harry's delicate body, as the collision of the two energies proved overwhelming.His mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts as he continued to stare at his reflectio
"Hope you had an amazing night, just like I did," Katrina exclaimed, dropping her bag onto one of the chairs, with her PA standing by her side."Place your bag over there," she gestured to the adjacent couch. As she entered the company, everyone's faces lit up with smiles. After yesterday's treat of ice cream and popcorn, they couldn't help but be enamored by her personality. It was a pleasant surprise for the staff, who had preconceived notions of celebrity models being rude and arrogant. Katrina shattered those expectations, and it only made them adore her even more. She strolled through the office, waving her hand as she exchanged greetings with everyone.The door swung open abruptly, and Samantha stood at the entrance, just about to enter. As her eyes met Katrina's, she coughed loudly and clutched her chest, taken aback by her presence. But as Katrina approached, Samantha couldn't help but gasp, completely captivated by her beauty. Now she understood why Stanley was putting in so
Samantha's eyes widened momentarily in shock as she stood there, feeling not only embarrassed but also dumbfounded by Stanley's disrespectful words. She raised an eyebrow, attempting to conceal her clenched fists and resisting the urge to say another word. It felt as if he was under the influence of drugs or alcohol, but she quickly dismissed that thought. "But he doesn't smell like it," she muttered to herself before walking away from both of them, tossing the memo onto his body. As she walked away, she couldn't hide her disgust and disappointment with Stanley. In just a matter of minutes, he had transformed into someone unrecognizable, and it deeply bothered Samantha. She watched as they exchanged triumphant smiles, seemingly rejoicing in humiliating her. Unable to bear it any longer, she grabbed her bag and walked out of the company. All eyes were on her, but she remained silent and walked away, not caring if it would be Stanley who drove her home.As Samantha walked away, Katrina
AT HARRY'S MANSION 7:22PM.After listening to Samantha recount her side of the story, Harry couldn't fully comprehend what had motivated Stanley to act in such a way. However, he chose to withhold his comments until he heard Stanley's perspective directly from him. He wanted to get it straight from the source. Harry sat with Scarlet, Jade, and Pietro, all equally stunned by Samantha's revelations. Harry wasn't completely taken aback since he had already heard similar accounts from Bruce. Once Samantha left and Stanley took Katrina out for dinner, Bruce wasted no time in calling Harry and providing him with all the details of what had transpired throughout the day. But what puzzled Harry was how Katrina managed to drive a wedge between Stanley and Samantha, who had always seemed unbreakable. He leaned back, meeting Samantha's gaze, and asked, "You mentioned feeling a certain negative energy at first glance. Can you elaborate?”"Yes, sir!" Samantha nodded. "It made me feel dizzy, and my
Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the bracelet. It appeared to be a blend of ancient artifact and modernized diamond jewelry. He continued to stare at it, spinning it around anxiously in his hands."So, she really is a manipulator?" Scarlet asked, her gaze fixed on Harry. He had provided them with all the necessary details and the shocking revelation had left everyone stunned, with some still doubting the existence of such manipulation. Samantha narrowed her eyes at where Stanley was seated, clenching her teeth. Despite Harry making him apologize for his wrongdoings, she couldn't bring herself to forgive him. Looking at him, she felt the urge to march over, grab his beard, and yank it forcefully."So what do we do?" Pietro asked, leaning in with anticipation. Harry took a deep breath, contemplating the best course of action. The situation was complex; Katrina was a crucial asset for the upcoming fashion week and his official design launch. Simply chasing her away would be a form