Author’s pov Luke, one of Adrian's covert guards who was always by his side outside of work, stood while Adrian sat in the sitting room on the third floor of his house. Adrian rarely used the upper part of his house, preferring to stay on the first floor. His appearance and the ongoing conversation with Luke indicated that he might not be prepared to go to work that morning. "The moment I encountered Diana at the hospital and heard her speak, I sensed something was amiss. She was visibly shaken, fear in her eyes and trembling lips." Adrian continued discussing with Luke when Amber ascended the stairs. Spotting his guard standing close to him, she kept her distance and waited. "Diana has implicated Noah..." Luke said. "Noah is not the only one. All her accomplices will be held accountable. Noah can't be the sole target. She and anyone who knew about her plans will regret ever hearing them and not coming to me..." Amber turned her gaze as she listened to Adrian's words. "Will

Amber's pov The doctor's words to me were, "A prominent man needs your service, please." Being a physical therapist has been a part-time job for me when I was still running my pharmaceutical company. However, when the doctor called, pleading without mentioning the person's name, I was eager to take on my part-time work on one condition - to visit the person after my regular job. The doctor sounded desperate, wanting me to come and see the patient immediately. In that case, I decided to call my boss, but Adrian refused to speak to me and instead handed the phone to his butler. I didn't want to displease Adrian and please someone I hadn't met. Additionally, considering my boss's condition, I needed to be extremely cautious and go to my office first. I didn't know why I agreed to the job. It had been a long time since I had done that type of work. Perhaps I always love my physical therapy job where I could help people recover or be free from pain. I possessed the knowledge and exper

Amber's pov Rejecting me as a person and dismissing my profession, which I was highly respected in despite not doing it full-time, infuriated me. My feelings for him faded away. I grew tired of constantly trying to please him. I, too, deserve someone who can bring me joy and care. He should seek another therapist whom he appreciates and trusts. I was no longer willing to offer my assistance. Descending the stairs, my sole purpose was to gather some funds as soon as possible and repay his father's money that has entrapped me. If I manage to raise that amount, I won't see myself here in a matter of minutes. As I was about to step onto the floor, leaving the stairs behind, I pondered once more, "How am I going to acquire that kind of huge money?" Sitting on one of the chairs in the living room, I continued to contemplate. If my pharmaceutical company was in my reach, I would have used it to take a loan and be free from here. The more I thought of freeing myself, the more I rememb

Amber’s pov I was the one who mistakenly sent Martinez Adrian's address. Even if I had given him my address, shouldn't he have called me first before coming over? I stood at my door, pondering what to do for a few seconds. I had a feeling that Adrian wouldn’t be pleased with such a visit. But as I contemplated the situation, I suddenly felt brave with the following thoughts. "Adrian has never shown any emotional interest in me. What if Martinez has come to give his approval for the ten million dollars I asked him for?" The thought of the ten million dollars and the knowledge that it would free me from Adrian's father energized me, and I made my way towards the sitting room. When Martinez saw me, he stood up and embraced me. Before he could say anything, my eyes quickly scanned the entire sitting room, and when I didn't spot Adrian, my troubled heart eased for a moment. “Is this your house? It’s so beautiful.” "Why didn't you call me before coming?" "Why? Was that man you

Author's pov When Dave left the office after threatening to reveal Amber's true identity to Adrian, he returned. He thought he might see Amber again or find a note on his desk about when they would meet. "She didn't leave anything," he thought and he thoroughly checked his desk again, sorting through the papers to see if she had left a note. Feeling unsettled, he went to Amber's desk and scanned her neatly organized workspace. "How cold-hearted she is. Doesn't she care if I lose my company? How will I face Gwen at home? She's always on my nerves. There's still some time for Amber to reconsider what I told her." He leaned back against Amber's desk and paced the floor. Suddenly, he grew confident that Amber wouldn't let him reveal her secret to Adrian. A smile crept across his face as he gently stroked his beard. "What if she agrees today, am I ready for it? She'll be very cautious, and it might be difficult for me to drug her wine in her presence. Why not enlist the help of one