The confusion cleared up, and Frederick felt the urge to explain. He couldn't risk Anya's disapproval, not with the family trial looming over his head."Ms. Romero, there were some unpredictable circumstances yesterday. I didn't have my phone, so I had no idea we were supposed to meet. I simply happened to be at that bar. If you'd like, I can show you the message from my uncle. I only just learned your name and the details of our meet-up."He offered his phone and displayed Sylvester's message.Anya glanced at it and then replied with a hint of indifference, "It seems you are telling the truth. You were unaware of our meeting. Our encounter was purely accidental."Frederick nodded, relieved she had at least accepted his explanation. This was a vast improvement from Priscilla, who constantly doubted him and created endless misunderstandings. But Anya's next words dashed his hopes. "Because you were unaware of our meeting, your behavior yesterday reveals your true nature. You are i
"Shut up!" Anya's voice cut through the air like a knife as she slammed her hand on the table.Her swift ascent to the CEO of a promising company without any family connections had fueled Anya's immense pride and bolstered her confidence in her innate business acumen.She had proudly shared her success with friends and family, convinced she was a natural-born leader and that her decision to leave home was the right one. But now, this thug dared to claim credit for her hard work? It was utterly infuriating!Frederick stared at Anya in bewilderment as he was unsure why she had suddenly erupted.Anya's laughter was devoid of warmth. "You're my boss, you say? The company I lead belongs to you?"Frederick nodded slowly, confirming the truth.Anya leaned back, arms crossed, a mocking glint in her eyes. "Then enlighten me, what is the name of my company... or rather, your company? What does it do, and where is it located?"Frederick was momentarily stumped by Anya's rapid-fire questi
Frederick was stunned. Could it be that the five billion dollars Blazeheart had transferred to him two months ago came from the sale of Ragnarok Ventures? After all, the company had been in decline for years. But why hadn't Blazeheart told him? Why had he sacrificed Ragnarok Ventures to provide for him?A wave of guilt and sorrow washed over Frederick as he realized his shortcomings as a leader. Blazeheart had shouldered so much burden for his sake. Seeing Frederick's silence, Anya sneered. "Caught in your lies again? Don't bother with these childish games in front of me." Frederick was consumed with worry for Blazeheart's safety. He tried repeatedly to call him, but to no avail.Anya's mocking continued, "Are you pretending to make calls now? Do you even know how to tell the truth?"Her relentless taunts pushed Frederick over the edge."Ms. Romero, everything I've said is true. Whether you believe it or not."Anya scoffed, convinced he was stubbornly clinging to his lies. "
Having a scapegoat for the next few years wouldn't be the worst fate. At the very least, it would buy her some freedom from her family's constant meddling. Resigning herself to the situation, Anya replied coldly, "Fine, I choose him."Warwick's voice remained impassive. "Since you're engaged, have him move in with you. It's time to cultivate your relationship." A wave of fury washed over Anya."What? You expect your unmarried daughter to live with a man?""You can choose the alternative," Warwick retorted. Anya was cornered. She had no desire to return to the stifling environment of her family home. She yearned to prove herself, to become a force to be reckoned with.With a plan to invite her closest friends to live with her as a buffer against any unwanted advances from Frederick, Anya grudgingly acquiesced. "Fine, I agree."Satisfied with Anya's compliance, Warwick ended the call. Anya stared at her phone, a deep sadness washing over her.Since childhood, she and her mo
Hearing Frederick's question, Anya suppressed her anger and responded indifferently, "Not anymore."Frederick smirked, remembering her previous disdain. "Ms. Romero, you don't mind my penchant for lying now?"Anya's jaw tightened, her fists clenching beneath the table. "These days, those who can lie and deceive are considered capable. I believe we should get to know each other better."Frederick scoffed inwardly. Though he was unaware of the phone conversation, her sudden change in attitude was jarring. Just moments ago, she couldn't stand the sight of him and wanted to end the engagement.Now, she expected him to simply accept her after a single phone call. While Anya was undeniably beautiful, and most men would be enchanted by her, Frederick was not one to be swayed by appearances alone.He slowly rose from his chair and said coolly, "I'm sorry, but I don't care for fickle women."With that, he turned and walked away without a backward glance.Anya watched him go and was stu
Sylvester had always harbored a lingering desire to uncover the truth behind Ambrose's death.However, his efforts had waned amidst his busy life over time. Meeting Frederick had rekindled that hope.Ambrose's bloodline lived on, and Sylvester was determined to protect and avenge him.Sylvester added, "By the way, your father-in-law has already spoken with your fiancee. You'll be moving in with her today. Make the most of this opportunity; it would be ideal if you could produce a healthy son. That might just be enough to sway your grandfather into welcoming you back into the family fold."Frederick felt a wave of frustration wash over him. He had no desire to have a child with a woman he barely knew, nor did he yearn to rejoin any family.He muttered a half-hearted, "Sure, sure."Glancing at Anya, who was glaring at him with clenched fists, Frederick swallowed nervously. He had clearly touched a nerve.Would she tear him to shreds when they returned? But for the sake of his fath
Frederick departed the restaurant with the key in hand and headed home. Scarlett, Tyger, and Jacob were all resting at his residence.Scarlett had sustained mostly minor injuries aside from facial wounds and was already well on her way to recovery. However, Tyger and Jacob were not as fortunate. Despite Frederick's medical expertise, their severe wounds would require more time to heal.Upon entering, Frederick found Scarlett sitting pensively on the couch, Tyger and Jacob resting in their rooms.Scarlett's furrowed brow eased slightly at the sight of him. "You're back?"Frederick nodded, his concern evident. "How are Uncle Tyger and Jacob doing?"A wave of guilt washed over him, knowing he was largely responsible for their injuries.Scarlett sighed. "Uncle Tyger had some porridge and went to sleep. Jacob's fever has broken, but his spirits are low..."Her voice trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.Frederick understood. The loss of sight would be devastating for anyone, but e
Frederick instinctively sniffed his shirt. He detected a faint, almost imperceptible scent of perfume. If not for his heightened sense of smell, honed through years of medical training, it would have gone unnoticed.He deduced that the scent must have lingered from his brief encounter with Anya in the elevator. There had been no physical contact, so the fragrance was barely detectable.Before he could explain, Scarlett's eyes narrowed. "This is a very rare floral perfume. A rare floral blend, with lotus as its heart. A woman's choice, wouldn't you agree? Lotus, rising pristine from the mud, imbues this fragrance with a cool elegance, a subtle allure unlike any other flower. It speaks of a woman... remarkably detached, perhaps even cold."Her analysis was indeed razor-sharp."The kind that would intimidate ordinary men with her mere presence. She would look down on all men, perhaps even everyone."Frederick was dumbfounded. Scarlett's description perfectly matched Anya's! How cou