After half an hour, the office door finally opened. As soon as the door cracked open, Nelly sensed there were people inside."Chief, I must treat you to a meal sometime," Miranda said, her face beaming with a smile. "Your advice today was invaluable. I really must thank you."She never missed an opportunity to get close to influential people."Of course, if it's a meal with Nash around, I'll certainly be there!" the broadcasting bureau chief replied, indicating his willingness to accommodate Nash.Nash shook hands with the chief and said softly, "Miranda is one of my artists. She'll be invaluable in many projects moving forward."The chief chuckled and teased, "Is she an artist or your girlfriend? Nash, at this point, there’s no need to hide things from me. I understand why you'd get involved personally."Miranda blushed slightly but maintained her composure. "Chief, you have a keen eye. When Nash and I get married, you must come!"She clung to Nash’s arm as she spoke."Absolut
The chief originally did not want any friction between them over this matter and planned to discuss it in detail with them. However, the director’s words made him a bit embarrassed.Nina had considered that Miranda might say something or play some tricks behind the scenes, but why did Nash get involved?Naturally puzzled, Nina said, "So it was Mr. York who had objections to our drama series."Nash’s gaze finally landed on her, but to Nina, he seemed like a stranger. After their separation, he was no longer the Nash she knew. He now belonged to Miranda."Modern dramas are scrutinized more strictly by the broadcasting authority. Themes of violence and revenge are indeed not suitable for prime time as they affect the values of teenagers," Nash said coldly, directly criticizing their series. "I think your drama shouldn’t just aim to thrill. Target audiences, especially impressionable teenagers, can be significantly influenced.""That’s impossible!" Nina retorted. "Our drama is about c
The chief looked at Nina and her team, clearly wanting to end the confrontation quickly. Nina stopped engaging with Miranda, realizing she could not expect any answers from Nash. His actions showed he was fully on Miranda's side, making their already difficult path even more challenging.Once inside, the door closed firmly behind them. Miranda grumbled, "She's just trying to curse me, wishing me ill!"Then she turned to Nash, feeling pleased, "Good thing you stood up for me, otherwise I'd be bullied."Nash reassured her, "Don't worry, their drama series won't make it to TV."Miranda felt a sense of satisfaction, "Nash, you're so sharp. You found a flaw that kept them off the air."Nash remained silent. But Miranda was immersed in her love for him and continued, "I talked to my dad, and we should have dinner together sometime."Nash squinted slightly, "When?""I'll check with him and let you know."Meanwhile, in the chief's office, Nina asked again, "Chief, is there really
"Got it!" Nash was waiting to find out the exact location of Seth Duncan. This man had vanished after being released from prison! His counter-surveillance skills were exceptional, and he had not surfaced on anyone's radar during this period.Even though Miranda never mentioned their connection, it was undeniable. The only person Seth could contact was his daughter. Miranda's involvement was even more obvious. Pharaoh's poison reaching her hands had to be related to Seth. Nash had to find him, and Miranda was the bait.Just then, another call came in. "Mr. York, the number is now disconnected. The last time it was used was at a phone booth."Nash expected this outcome but still hoped to catch a break. If Seth had not switched SIM cards, he might have been able to track him down. This only confirmed that Seth was meticulous and not easily fooled. They needed bait to lure him out.---In the dead of night, Seth moved in a specific direction. Fully equipped, he blended into
Seth's eyes were cold and piercing. "What about those female corpses?"Sawyer's expression stiffened as he downed a glass of wine. "How should I know? You don't think it was me, do you?"Seth replied, "Pharaoh has ordered us not to make any moves until he gives the word. You know the consequences of disobeying him.""Pharaoh isn't even in the country."Seth sensed the underlying message. "So, you're admitting it?"Sawyer smiled. "That's not what I said. There's no proof it was me. But Seth, we've been working together for years, as equals. Despite my hospitality and offer to share my territory, you show up and start accusing me. That's not very fair, is it?"Seth sneered. "Are you planning to betray the organization?"Sawyer's expression darkened. "Now you're just assigning guilt without proof!"Seth continued, "You're back to your old tricks, dealing in organ trafficking. I can't help but suspect you're trying to set yourself up as the new ruler, planning to betray the organiz
Inside the hotel room, the place was a mess. Nina Walker woke up, her entire body sore and achy. She rubbed her temples, preparing to rise, and glanced at the tall figure lying next to her. His strikingly handsome face boasted sharply defined features and deep-set eyes. He remained sound asleep, showing no signs of waking.Nina sat up, the sheets slipping off, revealing faint marks on her fair, sensual shoulders. She got out of bed, bloodstains clearly visible on the sheets.Glancing at the time, realizing she was almost late for work, she grabbed her scattered professional attire from the floor and changed into it. Her stockings were already torn by him. She balled them up and tossed them into the trash, slipping on her high heels. There was a knock at the door. Nina was already neatly dressed, back in her role as an efficient secretary, holding her purse as she headed out. Entering was a pure-looking beauty. Nina had called her. The type that Nash York liked. Nina said, "You ju
Upon hearing the voice, Nina's face jolted with surprise, nearly stumbling.With her balance faltering, her body leaned towards him. Nash felt her body tilting and reached out to steady her by the waist. The scorching warmth instantly reminded her of the scene from last night when he ravaged her recklessly.Nina composed herself, lifting her head to meet his deep gaze. His eyes were too serious, containing both questioning and doubt, as if trying to see through her with just one look. Nina's heart raced rapidly. She dared not hold his gaze for another second, instinctively lowering her head.When he assumed it was the woman from earlier, he flew into a rage. If he were to discover it was her, her fate wouldn't be any better. Yet, she couldn't accept it. If Nash knew it was her, could their marriage last a little longer? She dared not meet his eyes. "Why would you ask such a thing?" Only she knew she was hoping for it.However, Nash chuckled lightly. "You don't have the courage."
She looked up to see Miranda wearing an apron, holding a ladle. Upon seeing Nina, her smile faltered for a moment, then she warmly greeted, "Are you Sally’s guest? I just made some extra soup. Come in and have a seat." Her demeanor was composed, entirely that of the lady of the house. It was as if Nina was the guest from afar. Indeed, before long, she would become an outsider.Nina frowned, feeling deeply repelled. When she married Nash, Miranda even sent a congratulatory letter. It was impossible for her not to know Nina was Nash's wife. Seeing her standing motionless at the door, Miranda quickly came over and took her hand, "A guest is a guest, don't be shy, come in." As she approached, a faint jasmine scent filled the air, the exact same fragrance of the perfume Nash gave her on her birthday last year. She felt her throat ache, and her breathing became heavy, as if there were a thousand pounds on her feet, making it difficult to move. Sally noticed Nina standing there m