Chapter 1

Callum Ford and Nadia Grayson had been in a secret marriage for three years. They had been fulfilling their duties as husband and wife in the most mechanical way.

Today was the fifth day of the month. As usual, Callum had his butler, Geoffrey Hanes, bring Nadia to Rosewood Residences.

Nadia had always loved the garden there. It was called Memento Garden and was filled with white lilies, whose fragrance lingered in the air. It looked like something out of a dream.

But the three years were up. Today was the last day.

Nadia hadn't come just to fulfill her duty one last time. She was here to hand Callum the divorce agreement.

When she stepped into the room, Callum was just walking out of the bathroom.

He was shirtless, showing off his broad shoulders and slim waist. He had a classic V-shaped build. Every inch of him radiating raw strength.

A towel hung low on his hips. Water slid down his toned muscles, tracing over his abs and along his Adonis belt before disappearing under the towel. His face was absurdly handsome, as if sculpted with obsessive care.

His lips were pressed into a thin line and tinted with the flush of heat from the shower, but he didn't seem soft at all. Instead, he looked like a man who didn't want to be approached.

Without a word, Callum swept Nadia into his arms and walked straight to the bed. She gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Callum didn't say a thing. He just kissed her hard, then reached to tug at her dress.

Nadia clung to him. The familiar scent of tobacco mixed with a faint trace of alcohol made her head spin.

He was the same as always—rough and impatient. It was maybe because it had been too long since they had seen each other.

He kissed her like he was trying to consume her whole.

The temperature in the room kept climbing, and the air grew thick with tension and desire.

…

The fifth and 25th of each month were the days Callum had set for them to sleep together. On those days, Geoffrey would pick Nadia up and bring her to Rosewood Residences. They never lived under the same roof.

When the intimacy was over, she thought of the divorce agreement in her bag.

Maybe it was her fate to lend him three years of her life to be his wife.

Around midnight, Nadia woke up hungry. The man beside her was long gone, and even the warmth he left in the bed had faded.

Her whole body ached. She forced herself to sit up, threw on a robe, and made her way downstairs.

Geoffrey was already waiting. "Mrs. Ford, are you hungry? Mr. Ford asked the staff to make you some oatmeal before he left."

"Okay, thanks."

Nadia sat down and slowly ate her oatmeal. She idly opened her phone, and several trending topics immediately popped up.

#CallumFordThrowsMillionDollarBashForBrittanyJaeger.

#CallumAndBrittanyEngagedInFalveria.

Her eyes widened. Startled by the news, a wave of dizziness washed over her.

Brittany Jaeger.

So, that was the name of Callum's first love.

The picture-perfect Memento Garden had always been a slow, silent weapon against Nadia's heart.

Her eyes burned as she stared at the screen. That breathtaking face belonged to her husband, Callum. He had his arms wrapped around another woman, grinning like he was on top of the world.

Nadia used to think he was just naturally distant and someone who didn't know how to smile. It turned out he just didn't want to smile at her.

Around Brittany's neck hung a necklace with a lily-shaped ruby pendant. The sight of it stung Nadia's eyes.

She put the spoon down and quietly went upstairs to change. As she looked at the empty bed, the chill in her eyes deepened.

Callum really was something else. He slept with her that afternoon, and by night, he was already in Falveria, celebrating his beloved's birthday.

Ten minutes later, Nadia came back down and told Geoffrey to take her home. She wasn't coming back anymore.

Once she got home, she pulled out the divorce agreement from her bag and flipped through it. She had prepared it a month ago and kept it with her ever since. She had planned to give it to Callum today, but he actually ran away.

…

The next day, Nadia was jolted awake by the sound of her phone ringing nonstop.

Her best friend, Wendy Cooper, had blown up her phone with over 20 calls. Something had clearly happened.

Nadia quickly called back.

"Oh, my God! You finally answered! I thought you killed yourself or something. I nearly had a heart attack!"

Wendy's dramatic tone made Nadia rub her forehead in exasperation.

"Relax. I love life way too much to check out early."

Funny enough, after sleeping on it, she didn't feel quite so suffocated anymore.

"Wait for me. I'm booking a flight now. I'm coming to see you," Wendy said eagerly.

"Okay. I'll be waiting."

After the call ended, a wave of emptiness settled in her chest. Nadia lay there, staring at the ceiling. Memories of the past few years with Callum rushed back like a tide.

He had skipped a grade in middle school, so she did, too. He studied abroad, and she followed. He chose medicine, and she didn't hesitate to do the same. Once, he fell into the ocean, and she jumped in right after him.

But still, he didn't remember her.

Three years ago, Callum was in a car accident that left him blind. When Nadia heard that his first love ran off overseas, she stepped in.

Back then, on her deathbed, Lola Lynch had used her connections to get Nadia married into the Ford family.

At first, Callum resented her. Later, because of some scheme from his grandfather, Barclay Ford, the two of them became a real couple.

After that came the constant pressure to have a child, so Callum agreed to sleep with her twice a month.

Nadia remembered that he got his vision back in the second year of their marriage. The first time he looked at her, his eyes were ice, and his face was full of disgust.

She thought maybe, if she loved hard enough, she could melt that frost. But the truth was, she was never the spark he wanted.

Her phone rang again, yanking her out of her thoughts.

Nadia picked up. The call was brief, just two sentences before the line went dead.

It was Callum's mother, Ramona Walker. She wanted Nadia to come to Ford Manor immediately.

A bad feeling crept up her spine, but she didn't have time to overthink it. She jumped out of bed and got ready.

…

By 4:00 pm, Nadia had arrived at Ford Manor.

The Fords were the most powerful family in Seora. Their influence ran deep. Barclay had two sons and two daughters. Callum, the eldest grandson from his first son, was naturally the heir he valued most.

When Nadia stepped into the living room, Ramona rose to her feet instantly. Her eyes were sharp with accusation as she snapped, "It was you who tattled to Barclay, wasn't it? I didn't expect you to be quiet on the surface but sneaky underneath."

Nadia stared calmly at the venomous Ramona and said, "Mrs. Ford, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Callum's being punished in the study."

With a single look, Ramona motioned to the butler, who then escorted Nadia upstairs.

Before they even reached the study, raised voices echoed from inside, "You ungrateful brat! How dare you talk back? Are you trying to give me a stroke?"

Barclay was behind closed doors, scolding Callum with enough fury to nearly make his lungs burst.

"Grandpa, a forced marriage wouldn't bring happiness. Didn't you promise me if Nadia didn't get pregnant within three years, I'd be allowed to divorce her and remarry?"

"You punk! You want to divorce her?" Barclay snapped. "You're still husband and wife. I won't let you get caught up in some new scandal with that Jaeger woman. Put out a statement and clear the air now."

"I can't control the Internet, Grandpa. Why do you care so much about what people online say?"

"I'm going to beat some sense into you!"

The crash of furniture echoed from inside.

Nadia took a moment to compose herself, then raised her hand and knocked on the door.

When it opened and Barclay saw her, his expression shifted to surprise. "Nad, you're here!"

"Grandpa, please don't get too worked up."

With a warm smile, Nadia stepped in and offered her arm to steady him.

"What are you waiting for? Apologize to Nad now," Barclay ordered Callum.

Callum pressed his lips into a thin line. His expression was full of contempt. He had deliberately waited for the three-year mark to leak the news, expecting Nadia to take the hint and walk away on her own.

"Grandpa," Nadia called out calmly. "I'd like to talk to Callum alone."

Barclay nodded and quietly left the room.

Nadia turned to Callum. "Let's get divorced, Callum. I'll set you free."

Callum blinked in surprise, staring at her like she had grown another head.

He had expected her to come back furious, maybe even drag Barclay in to back her up. But to his surprise, she mentioned divorce as if it were nothing at all.

Nadia was actually willing to give up her place as Mrs. Ford?

Then, she added, "We can handle the paperwork first. You can tell Grandpa yourself when the time's right."

Callum was silent for a few seconds before asking, "What kind of compensation do you want?"

"None. Let's part on good terms. This is the divorce agreement I've prepared," she said calmly, without the slightest hesitation. She took the document from her bag and placed it on the table.

Callum scoffed and looked at her coldly. "Since you're smart enough to leave, I'll give you what you deserve. Come to my office tomorrow morning to sign the agreement. I'll have my legal team draw up the terms."

The unspoken message was clear. She had no say in what went into the divorce agreement.

"Fine. I'll be there tomorrow," Nadia said flatly, giving him one last look before walking out of the study.

To her, ending things on peaceful terms was the last bit of dignity she could give this marriage.

Nadia stayed at Ford Manor for dinner. Before leaving, she gave Barclay a heartfelt hug, then headed out to her car.

Rain had started to fall, like the sky was quietly weeping.

She had only taken a few steps when a sharp pain twisted in her abdomen, followed by a warm trickle of blood running down.

Chapter 2

Nadia's heart sank. Why was her period suddenly starting now?

She rushed to start the car. But by the time she reached halfway down the mountain road, cold sweat was pouring down her back.

The pain was unbearable. She hit the brakes and quickly pulled out her phone to call Wendy. "Wendy... are you back yet? Can you come… pick me up?"

"Nad? What's going on? Where are you?"

"I'm on the road near Ford Manor…"

The piercing sound of ambulance sirens tore through the stillness of the night. Thankfully, Wendy had called for help just in time.

By the time Nadia had arrived at the hospital, it was already 1:00 a.m.

After a series of examinations, the doctor told her that she had a miscarriage. She had been six weeks pregnant.

Nadia lay on the hospital bed. Tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes. She felt so bad for the baby she never even got the chance to meet.

Wendy's fury ignited like wildfire. She cursed, "That bastard! Doesn't he know that you were pregnant? And he still had someone drag you to Rosewood Residences and sleep with you?"

Nadia's period had always been irregular. She had no idea she was pregnant.

Thinking back, it must have happened last month. Last month, she hadn't been sent to Rosewood Residences. She had gone to Aldovia.

Callum had been there on a business trip. He had her flown over, and she stayed with him for three days before returning.

He had coldly warned her then that she had already used up the quota for the following month. But that month, he still sent Geoffrey to pick her up.

Just then, a female doctor came in, holding a medical report.

"You've been extremely careless. You were pregnant but still taking birth control pills? The baby could've been saved."

Birth control pills?

Both Nadia and Wendy froze in place.

She and Callum had never used protection. How could there be birth control pills in her system?

Wendy was practically shaking with rage. "That scumbag! He secretly gave you birth control pills just so he could be with that bitch Brittany! If he didn't want a baby, he could've just said so! Why is he hurting you like this?"

Nadia's heart throbbed with unbearable pain.

Was it really Callum?

After every night they spent together, he would have the staff bring her oatmeal or soup. Was that where he hid the birth control pills?

Last month in Aldovia, he hadn't had the chance to give her the pill, so he slept with her this month just to make sure she took it?

Nadia felt like all the strength in her body had been sucked out.

"Wait here. I'm going to Ford Manor right now. They will pay for the baby's life."

Wendy was shaking with rage. She grabbed her phone and was ready to leave.

"Wendy." Nadia's voice was hoarse and fragile. "Don't go."

"Nad!" Wendy turned and looked at her with disbelief. "He killed your baby! And you just want to let it slide?"

Nadia slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, only ice and resolve remained.

"We've already decided to divorce. I don't want any more ties to him."

She paused, looked at Wendy, and said firmly, "But I'll find out who caused me to lose the baby. I won't let them get away with it."

Her gaze was so cold and lethal that even Wendy shivered.

Now, this was the Nadia she knew. Soft on the outside but tougher than anyone deep down.

Wendy set her phone down and gripped Nadia's icy hand tightly. "Don't worry. We'll get revenge. No matter who did it, they'll pay dearly."

…

Later that night, thunder crashed outside, waking Nadia with a start. She lay there with her eyes open. As she stared at the dim nightlight, her thoughts drifted far away.

She thought back to when she was 12 years old.

She had pursued Callum for 12 long years and had come to his side through countless hardships. She had given him everything she had to give.

And now, Nadia had accidentally gotten pregnant. It really was an accident.

Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face. It was as if God had torn away her last armor, exposing the rawest parts of her. Her daytime strength had collapsed into the dark.

Getting pregnant had been the last thread tying her to their three-year marriage. But now, the baby was gone. It was gone.

Nadia covered her face and cried uncontrollably.

The night was as dark as ink. Outside, rain poured in torrents, drumming wildly against the window in a frenzied rhythm.

…

Callum shot upright in bed, gasping for breath. His forehead was covered in sweat.

It was that dream again.

He was submerged in freezing water, suffocating and sinking deeper no matter how hard he struggled. The darkness had swallowed him whole. The feeling of suffocation was so vivid that it left him shaken.

Frustrated, Callum raked his fingers through his hair and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He stared out at the rain-soaked city.

But even the storm couldn't wash away the growing dread in his chest.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in one go. The burning liquid seared his throat, yet it couldn't numb this growing panic and unease.

It felt like something had happened—something that unsettled him deeply. His chest ached faintly, and he was at a complete loss.

…

The next morning, Nadia was wheeled into the operating room. Cold metal instruments, blinding lights, and the lingering scent of disinfectant surrounded her.

The doctor looked at her chart with a frown. "There are still remnants in your uterus. We'll need to perform dilation and evacuation. You do know you have a genetic condition and are allergic to most anesthetics, right? So we'll have to proceed without any."

It meant she had to endure the bone-deep pain while staying almost fully conscious.

Nadia nodded. Her body trembled from fear and cold. She clenched her teeth, and her nails dug deep into her palms.

The moment the cold instrument entered her body, a searing, tearing pain exploded inside her.

"Ugh…" A muffled cry escaped her lips. Sweat instantly soaked her forehead.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. It felt as if someone was shredding her insides.

Tears streamed uncontrollably, mixing with sweat and blurring her vision.

Nadia bit her lip so hard that it bled. The metallic taste filled her mouth.

She had to remember this pain. She had to remember who made her suffer like this and the searing pain of losing her baby.

Whoever was behind it, she would never forgive them.

The pain came in waves, crashing over her nerves again and again. She felt like a tiny boat caught in a raging storm, on the verge of being torn apart at any moment.

Eventually, it was too much, and she blacked out.

…

At the same time, in the CEO's office of Ford Group, Callum stared at his phone. His frown grew deeper and deeper.

It was already 10:00 am, and he still couldn't reach Nadia. Her phone was off.

Was she ghosting him?

They had agreed that today was the day she would sign the divorce agreement. Was she trying to bail at the last minute?

Anger flared in Callum's chest as he tossed the phone onto the desk.

For some reason, he had been on edge since morning. His thoughts were constantly disrupted by some looming sense of dread.

Could it be Nadia? What trouble could she possibly be in?

She was probably just trying to win his sympathy again or stall the divorce.

Callum was curious to see what trick she would try next.

Chapter 3

Time crawled outside the operating room. Wendy paced anxiously, glancing at the tightly shut doors again and again.

Finally, they opened.

Nadia was wheeled out by a nurse. She had fallen unconscious, but streaks of tears still stained her face. Even her pale lips bore the faint marks of having been bitten.

"Nad!" Wendy rushed over.

The doctor removed her mask, looking a little grim. "The surgery went well, but her body is extremely weak. She has to rest well, or… it might be very difficult for her to get pregnant again."

Wendy's heart sank. As she looked down at the unconscious Nadia, her eyes filled with tears again.

Nadia was such a good person. How did she end up with a scumbag like Callum?

…

Nadia didn't wake up until late afternoon. Wendy's mother, Emma Wilson, had come, bringing along a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

"Nad, you're awake? Come have some soup while it's hot. It'll help you recover." Emma looked at her pale face with heartache.

"Thank you, Emma." Nadia gave a weak smile and tried to sit up.

"Don't move. Just lie down. I'll feed you." Emma quickly supported her and scooped a spoonful of soup. She gently blew on it before bringing it to Nadia's lips.

Her heart ached. Nadia had finally conceived, but now, the baby was gone just like that.

Nadia and Wendy were classmates. Back when Nadia was left homeless, it was Wendy who took her in. The Cooper family supported her through school. Emma had always treated her like a second daughter.

Nadia sipped the soup slowly. Warmth returned to her stomach, but her eyes reddened.

Not far away, Wendy was on the phone. Her voice was low but furious. "Knox Nicholson! I'm telling you. If you keep hanging around that jerk Callum, we're done! I'll call off the engagement, and I won't ever see you again!"

With that, she hung up, breathing heavily with rage.

Nadia looked at her. "Wendy, don't do that because of me—"

"This has nothing to do with you," Wendy cut her off. "I just can't stand how wishy-washy Knox is. Callum did this to you, and he's still playing best friends with him? What the hell is wrong with him? Whose side is he even on?"

The Cooper and Nicholson families were linked by an engagement. Wendy and Knox had been engaged since they were 18 years old.

But Wendy's spoiled ways never changed, and they gave Knox a constant headache.

…

Meanwhile, in the most exclusive private room of Seora's elite club, mellow music filled the air, laced with expensive liquor and designer perfume.

Knox held his phone, dumbfounded. He gave Callum an innocent look. "What the hell was that about? She just snapped and said if I hang out with you again, she and I are done?"

Callum swirled his whiskey glass slowly. At Knox's words, he merely raised an eyebrow.

Wyatt Haber, sitting beside him, chuckled. "Yikes, Knox! Trouble with your fiancee? Sounds like she really hates Callum. She's asking you to choose one between them."

Knox ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Who knows what set her off this time? Whatever. Ignore her. Let's just drink."

Right then, the door to the private room swung open.

A woman walked in, wearing a slinky red dress that clung to every curve. It was none other than Brittany.

She was the heiress of the Jaeger family and one of the biggest stars in the country.

Just yesterday, her public birthday bash with Callum had exploded online. Her follower count had soared past 20 million overnight. She was a star among stars.

If she managed to marry into the Ford family, she would become the most envied woman in all of Seora. Just the thought of being the richest man's wife thrilled her.

She headed straight for Callum. Ignoring the gasps and jealous stares, she slid into the seat beside him. Her arm slipped naturally around his, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Callum, can I be your date to the Fords' anniversary gala this weekend?"

She was done hiding in the background.

It had been three years. She had waited long enough.

Callum's gaze softened. "I'll have someone get your dress ready tomorrow."

Brittany beamed. "I knew you were the best!"

Wyatt raised his glass. "Congrats, Brittany! Looks like you're about to make it official."

Knox chimed in, "The three-year contract's up, right? Brittany, your happy ending's almost here."

It wasn't hard to tell that both of Callum's closest friends were on Brittany's side. After all, they had never once seen Callum bring Nadia out in public.

Besides, their marriage was hidden from the world. To everyone else, it might as well not exist.

Brittany lifted her glass with graceful ease and clinked it against theirs. "Thank you, Mr. Nicholson, Mr. Haber."

Among the Big Four of Seora, three of the heirs now stood by her side. Once Callum and Nadia's marriage ended, Brittany could rightfully marry into the Ford family.

Suddenly, a notification chimed. Wyatt glanced at his phone, and the moment he saw it, he nearly shot off the couch.

"Holy shit! Nior's coming back!"

He held his phone high. The bold headline practically jumped off the screen. "Founder of Bluebird Technologies, Nior, Confirmed to Attend Next Month's Global Medical Summit!"

Wyatt's voice shook with disbelief and joy. Even his eyes turned red-rimmed. "This is it. My grandma might actually make it. Oh, my God! This is such good news!"

Wyatt's grandmother, Karlie Collier, had late-stage lung cancer. The clock was ticking. Thus, this news couldn't have come at a better time.

The group of heirs around him immediately burst into louder chatter.

"Nior? You mean the one who came out of nowhere three years ago with that cancer treatment formula and then vanished into thin air?"

"No way. She's actually showing her face? I thought she died or something!"

"Dude, Bluebird Tech is legendary! That formula she dropped saved so many people who were on death's door!"

"Exactly! She just appeared out of nowhere, revolutionized cancer treatment, and then vanished. No one's been able to find her since. Now she's back. This is huge! Next month's Global Medical Summit is gonna be on fire."

Callum, sitting not far away, suddenly had a fiery gleam flash through his deep-set eyes.

Ford Group already led the medical industry in the country. Four years ago, at just 22 years old, Callum had returned to Seora with dual PhDs in medical technology and business.

He built the country's top-tier smart healthcare system from scratch, and in just four years, he claimed the title of Seora's richest man.

Under his leadership, Ford Group had expanded into over 80 countries. He was the definition of a golden boy.

But Nior… Her name wasn't just a legend in the medical world. It was a symbol of leadership and power.

To Callum, she was like a mysterious island that quietly drew him in, impossible to ignore.

If she agreed to partner with Ford Group, their dominance in the global medical world would be unshakable.

Callum's fingers tightened ever so slightly around his glass. A confident smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Knox added, "Word is, Bluebird Tech is unveiling something called floral therapy. They're using scent molecules from specific flowers, combined with gene-editing tech, to hunt down cancer cells. Nior might be the greatest mind humanity's ever seen."

Excitement rippled through the room. They were talking over each other now, imagining the massive shake-up Nior's return could bring. The energy was electric.

Just then, the private room's door creaked open. A young waitress stepped inside with a tray in her hands, moving carefully as she approached the table to refill their drinks.

But the moment her eyes landed on the trio of powerful heirs, nerves overtook her. Her knees buckled, and she stumbled forward in a panic.

The tray tilted, and glasses tumbled. The sharp shatter of glass cut through the noise like a whip.

Brittany, closest to the mess, didn't even have time to dodge. She let out a sharp scream.

Callum reacted instantly. Almost the moment the glass shattered, he pulled the startled Brittany into his arms. He shielded her from the shards flying toward her face, but a few still grazed her hand, leaving two thin trails of blood.

He frowned the moment he saw the gash on the back of her hand and blood oozing out in a steady stream. His expression darkened instantly.

"Damn it!"

Callum's sharp gaze cut toward the waitress, who stood frozen in shock. Her face was drained of all color.

"What the hell are you standing there for? Get out!" His voice was cold.

The waitress flinched and scrambled out of the room.

"Callum, my hand hurts so much…" Brittany leaned toward Callum's chest, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.

His tone softened as he said, "Don't worry. Let's get you to the hospital."

Carefully avoiding her injured hand, Callum swept her into his arms and strode out of the private room without another word.

…

In the hospital, the sterile scent of disinfectant lingered in the air. The hallway was quiet, save for the echo of footsteps against the tile floor.

Callum stayed by Brittany's side while the doctor carefully cleaned and dressed the wound.

Seeing her pale, pitiful face, Callum patiently comforted her and told her to rest well in the room. After that, he left the ward to handle the follow-up and planned to call home.

As he turned the corner at the end of the hallway, something caught the edge of his vision—a ward with its door left slightly ajar.

A familiar figure came into view.

Callum froze on the spot. His gaze locked onto the pale face on the bed.

The woman lay there quietly, eyes closed. Her long lashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks. Her slender arm rested beside her with an IV needle taped in place as clear fluid dripped steadily into her veins.

Nadia? What was she doing here? In a hospital bed, no less?

A storm of tangled emotions seized Callum's chest, tightening around his heart. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Chapter 4

Nadia lay quietly on the hospital bed.

The harsh light cast over her worn, delicate face. The face that was once so full of life now looked completely drained of color. A needle was taped to her slender wrist, slowly dripping clear fluid into her veins.

There was an uncomfortable tightness pressing on Callum's chest.

It was probably just her stomach problem. He remembered that Nadia had always had that problem. She had even been hospitalized before because of it.

But back then…

He shook away the messy flood of memories and focused on her pale lips.

Nadia looked restless in her sleep. She was frowning, and her body shifted unconsciously. The blanket slipped down a little.

Callum stepped forward almost without thinking and gently tugged it back over her exposed shoulder. His fingertips accidentally brushed her skin.

His hand froze, and then he quickly pulled away, as if he had touched something scorching.

Only after a while did he realize what he had just done. A wave of irritation bubbled up inside him.

He glanced around the cramped regular ward. The air was thick with a sharp scent of disinfectant. The room was on a lower floor, letting in the distant hum of city noise.

Callum frowned tightly.

How could Nadia possibly get better here?

Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called his assistant, Julian Lowe. His tone was sharp and commanding as he said, "Nadia is in Room 302 at Central General Hospital. Move her immediately to the VIP ward on the top floor."

There was a brief pause on the other end. Julian was surprised, but he didn't question it. "Understood, Mr. Ford."

Callum paused, then added, "Order a crab pie and maple pecan oat from Gathered Spoon. Make sure it's fresh out of the oven."

Those were Nadia's favorites.

He didn't know why he remembered it so clearly or why he suddenly gave the order. Maybe he just couldn't stand seeing her look so pitiful.

Yes, that had to be it.

"Send them to the VIP ward."

"Right away, Mr. Ford," Julian replied.

After hanging up, Callum took one last look at Nadia on the bed. Her frown seemed to soften just a bit.

He pressed his lips together, then turned and left without looking back. His steps were cold and distant as always.

…

Brittany, her hand wrapped tightly in gauze after treatment, burned with frustration. As she stepped out of the treatment room, she spotted Callum emerging from a ward at the far end of the hallway.

That area looked like the regular ward.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly put on a perfectly soft smile as she hurried over and linked her arm through his.

"Callum, where did you go just now? I came out and didn't see you. I was worried."

She casually glanced at the door behind him—Room 302.

Callum glanced down at her bandaged hand and replied calmly, "I just went to the wrong floor."

"Wrong floor?" Brittany blinked and said sweetly, "Silly head, how could you mix that up?"

But inside, she sneered. There was no way Callum would make such a mistake. Something was definitely up with Room 302.

Callum ignored her teasing and asked, "Is your hand still hurting? If you're done here, I'll take you home."

"Not much anymore. Thanks, Callum." Brittany nodded, but she already had "Room 302" etched deep in her mind.

She was determined to see who that vixen was. Who could actually have Callum lowering himself to come to a regular ward?

…

Back at the Jaeger residence, the lights were bright and welcoming.

The moment Brittany and Callum stepped in, her mother, Camilla Moody, rushed forward with exaggerated concern.

"Oh, my goodness! My precious, what happened to your hand? Let me see!"

Camilla grabbed Brittany's hand. Her face was full of worry, but her eyes flickered constantly to Callum with a flattering smile.

"Mr. Ford, thank you so much. Brittany has caused you so much trouble."

Brittany's father, Alfred Jaeger, chimed in, "Yeah, Mr. Ford, you've gone above and beyond. Without you, who knows what trouble she'd be in?"

"I didn't do much," Callum said flatly, showing no emotion.

He then reminded Brittany, "Keep the wound clean. Don't get it wet these next few days."

"Got it. Thanks, Callum," Brittany replied softly.

Callum nodded and showed no sign of staying longer. "I've got other things to do. I'll take my leave now."

"Please come back anytime, Mr. Ford," Camilla said warmly, escorting him to the door.

Only after the sleek Maybach disappeared into the night did her smile vanish, replaced by a sharp, calculating expression.

She turned swiftly to Brittany. Her voice was low but commanding, "Listen up, Brittany! You need to hold onto Callum tight. Do you hear me? If you marry into the Ford family and become the richest man's wife, our family will rise so high in Seora that no one will dare look down on us again."

Camilla's eyes gleamed with ruthless ambition, as if she already saw the Jaeger family's meteoric rise.

"Don't worry, Mom."

Brittany was confident, especially now that she knew Callum had already asked someone to prepare the divorce agreement.

Callum was hers and hers alone.

…

When Nadia finally woke again, night had fallen. She was roused by the smell of food.

She slowly opened her eyes. Her head was still dizzy, and her stomach was empty, but the sharp pain had eased considerably.

Her gaze landed on a few neatly packed food containers on the bedside table. They bore Gathered Spoon's logo.

Crab pie? Maple pecan oat?

Nadia was confused. Who had sent these?

Instinctively, she thought of Wendy but quickly dismissed it because Wendy knew she wasn't allowed to eat these.

Could it be…

That name flashed through her mind before she crushed the thought hard.

Impossible. Callum would never come see her, let alone bring food. He wanted nothing more than for her to disappear.

"Stop deluding yourself, Nadia," she thought and gave a wry smile.

Just then, the door opened. A nurse in a pink uniform entered, wearing a professional smile. "Ms. Grayson, you're awake! How are you feeling?"

Nadia weakly nodded. "Better, thank you."

The nurse checked the IV drip quickly, then smiled and said, "Well, good news. We're moving you to a new room."

"A new room?" Nadia blinked, confused, "Why?"

The nurse's smile widened. "Because you've been upgraded to a VIP ward upstairs. It's quieter and nicer. Perfect for your recovery."

"VIP ward?" Nadia was stunned. Her voice shook as she asked, "W-Who arranged that?"

What was going on? Since when did hospitals randomly upgrade a patient's ward?

The nurse kept smiling, but her tone turned brisk and matter-of-fact. "That I don't know. The instruction came directly from higher-ups. Don't worry. The paperwork's all done. You just need to follow me."

Nadia lay back down. As she looked at the nurse's unreadable expression, her mind spun.

First, mysterious crab pie and maple pecan oat appeared out of nowhere. Now this sudden VIP upgrade.

What the hell was happening?

Just then, Wendy walked in carrying soup and flowers. "Nad, are you feeling better? Are you hungry? My mom brought you some homemade chicken soup."

She caught sight of the food containers on the table. "Gathered Spoon? Since when do they deliver?"

Nadia shook her head, equally baffled. "I have no idea who sent it."

Wendy gave her a teasing wink. "Looks like you've got a secret admirer. I always say there are plenty of fish in the sea. Why waste time on that jerk?"

Somewhere else, Callum suddenly sneezed.

Wendy suddenly remembered something important and sat down beside Nadia. "By the way, you can't be discharged yet. Why did you announce your comeback already?"

Nadia blinked, confused again. "Comeback?"

Wendy pulled out her phone and showed her the top five trending topics. They were all about Nior.

In just a few hours, news of Nior attending the Global Medical Summit had gone viral around the world.

Nadia's chest tightened. Only two people in the whole world could make such a high-profile announcement.

One of them was him.

Her three-year agreement with Callum had just expired. That madman really couldn't wait a single day longer.

Chapter 5

After several days of rest, Nadia was finally discharged from the hospital. She had never liked the sterile smell of disinfectant in hospitals.

Wendy was away on a business trip, so she had sent a driver to pick her up.

Dragging her still-weak body, Nadia returned to the apartment she had bought before the marriage. It was small but entirely hers. It made her feel safe.

The place had been kept clean in her absence. It was spotless and comfortable. There were even fresh flowers on the dining table.

The apartment sat in the heart of the city, a prime location where every square foot cost a fortune. From the balcony, she had a clear view of the traffic threading through the streets below. Just across the skyline stood Ford Tower, more than 80 stories high, rising like a titan at the center of it all.

Before the marriage, Nadia had often stood here staring at it, as if she could see through steel and glass because her beloved worked inside.

Now, her gaze had turned cold. That part of her life was done.

Nadia stepped back inside and quietly pulled the curtains shut.

A sudden cramp in her lower abdomen twisted through her again. It felt like a silent reminder of the little life she had lost.

She drew in a sharp breath and shook her head, trying to will the ache away. There was no time to drown in grief. She had more important things to do.

Nadia powered up her laptop for the first time in weeks. As the screen came to life, she spotted an unread, starred email waiting in her inbox, just as she expected.

She clicked it open and scanned it quickly. Her expression hardened. Then, she typed a simple reply. "Proceed as planned."

After clicking send, she closed the laptop.

She moved with such swift determination. It was as if the fragile version of her from earlier had never existed.

She took the medicine the doctor had prescribed and swallowed the pills with a glass of water. The bitterness coated her tongue, but she didn't seem to notice.

Exhaustion hit her like a wave. She crawled into bed and sank into sleep almost instantly.

…

Later that evening, Julian knocked on the door of the CEO's office at Ford Group before stepping inside.

"Mr. Ford, Mrs. Ford was discharged today. She didn't return to Rosewood Residences. She moved into an apartment under her name."

Callum's hand holding a pen paused briefly when he heard those words—just briefly. Then, he gave a noncommittal and emotionless hum.

When he looked up, his dark eyes were unreadable. "Where she stays has nothing to do with me."

They hadn't been living together anyway. They only saw each other once or twice each month.

Julian kept quiet. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

Callum tossed the signed files aside. His tone was neutral, like he was commenting on the weather, as he said, "Send her the divorce agreement. Tell her to sign it as soon as possible."

"Yes, Mr. Ford," Julian replied, suppressing a sigh. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for Nadia, who had never really had Callum's affection.

Maybe their marriage really was over.

Callum lowered his head again. His eyes were fixed on the numbers flashing across the screen, as if the conversation just now had been nothing more than a trivial contract.

But the way his fingers gripped the pen until his knuckles turned white told a different story.

Just then, Brittany walked in.

Julian grabbed the divorce agreement and hurried out.

Brittany looked stunning. Her every movement was effortlessly feminine.

She was in a great mood. She never expected the mystery patient at Central General Hospital to be Nadia. Even better, she had been hospitalized because of a miscarriage.

Other women tried everything to get rid of the wife's baby. But Nadia? She was so weak and unlucky that she couldn't even hold onto hers. The miscarriage happened just like that.

It was as if fate itself was rooting for Brittany.

Even a TV series wouldn't dare write something this cruel.

With no child, Nadia had no chance of clinging to Callum. And the best part was that Callum still didn't know about the miscarriage.

This was Brittany's golden opportunity.

When Callum looked up, his expression softened. "What brings you here?"

"I came to have dinner with you. Since I've got some free time lately, I want to spend more of it with you. I'll be auditioning for a major TV series next week. Just thinking about it makes me excited."

Brittany was all smiles, practically glowing with excitement.

Callum glanced at her beaming face and couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curl up slightly. "If it caught your eye, then it's definitely not some average project."

Brittany leaned in with a proud grin, eager to spill the news.

"You've heard of 'A Flower's Grave,' right? It's that insanely popular novel with millions of fans. Corolla reportedly dropped a fortune to snag the rights. Only the top five actresses on the fan vote list get a shot at the lead. Guess what? I'm ranked second."

Of course Callum knew about the project. It had been making waves in the literary world. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent tens of millions of dollars having Corolla Entertainment secure it.

Brittany was their top star, after all. And just last month, he had initiated the acquisition of Corolla Entertainment.

He normally stayed far away from the entertainment industry, but for Brittany, he had made an exception and spared no expense.

Brittany didn't know about the buyout yet. He wanted to surprise her. Eventually, he planned to hand Corolla Entertainment over to her as a wedding gift.

Callum nodded and reached for her hand. "That's great. But with your talent, you should be number one."

Brittany slid onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck as she said sweetly, "Callum, you have no idea how lucky I feel to have met you. Ever since you came into my life, it's been one win after another. I know you've been helping me behind the scenes. Thank you for believing in me."

He pinched her cheek affectionately. "As long as you're happy."

Four years ago, in Nerelle Bay of Falveria, Callum would've drowned if it hadn't been for Brittany. From that day on, he believed she deserved his love and the best the world could give.

Brittany pressed her forehead to his, slowly leaning in for a kiss.

His breath brushed against her skin, warm and steady. He didn't move away.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Brittany frowned in annoyance.

Callum chuckled and answered it.

On the other end, Wyatt's animated voice came through, "Callum, Samuel's back. I heard he's hosting a private dinner at Cypress Club tonight for some mysterious guest. Do you think that guest might be Nior?

Callum froze for half a second, then his eyes lit up. "I'm heading there now."

He ended the call and paused to think.

Samuel Langner was the heir to one of the most powerful conglomerates in Falveria and the founder of Global Medical Summit. They had crossed paths once, years ago in Falveria.

And now, Nior's appearance had just been announced, and Samuel was already here in Seora? Why here, of all places?

He had to get to the bottom of it. No matter what, he had to secure a partnership between Nior and Ford Group.

Brittany looked at him with a puzzled look. "What was that about?"

Callum gently smoothed a hand over her hair. "Nothing big. Let me take you somewhere nice for dinner."

He grabbed his coat and took her hand, leaving the office with her.

…

The sudden chime of the doorbell cut through the stillness of the apartment.

Nadia stirred from sleep, groggy and disoriented. She shuffled to the door in her slippers, dragging her feet.

She twisted the doorknob and opened it slowly.

Standing there was a man. That familiar, handsome face was now marked with a touch of maturity.

Chapter 6

Samuel was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. The fabric was quite luxurious and accentuated his wide shoulders and narrow waist.

The light cast a shadow on his chiseled features. He was stunningly good-looking yet frighteningly cold.

Under his tall nose rested his tightly pursed lips and a sharp jawline. His eyes were deep and distant. Each look carried an intimidating, stern, and majestic air.

Anyone else would have buckled under Samuel's glare, their tongues tied.

Surprisingly, his cold eyes warmed up when he spotted Nadia. The iciness was replaced by something resembling tenderness.

Yes. It was tenderness, a word that she once thought would never apply to him. But it happened.

Nadia froze on the spot, and her mind went blank.

Why was Samuel here?

Before she could recover, Samuel had made a move. Taking a step forward, he reached out and firmly pulled her into a hug.

The door slammed shut, trapping them in their own world.

Samuel's big hug was firm and reassuring. The calming, woody scent on him instantly enveloped her.

He hugged her so tightly that it hurt. At the same time, Nadia surprisingly felt a sense of security like never before.

He stroked her hair with unbelievable tenderness, from the top of her head to the end of her strands. His silent hug conveyed more than words could express—suppressed longing, quiet waiting, and unspoken worries.

It had been three years. They hadn't seen each other for three years.

"Nad, I'm back," came his low, hoarse voice from the top of her head. "It's been a long three years."

To him, the three years apart felt like a century. Only after her outrageous sham marriage ended did he gather his courage to slowly approach her.

"I will not let anyone bully you again," he promised her with resolution, making her tear up.

She broke free from his arms, not because of aversion but just to catch her breath. Head hung low, she headed to the kitchen. "Do you… want something to drink?"

"Just the usual," he replied while walking along.

Nadia expertly grabbed the coffee beans, ground them, and brewed them. Every single move was muscle memory. The coffee was Callum's favorite, yet he had never tasted the coffee she made.

Soon, she served Samuel a cup of aromatic coffee.

When he took the cup, the temperature was just right.

He lowered his head and took a small sip of coffee. It tasted bitter and pure, with a sweet aftertaste.

He recognized the beans that Nadia always used and her unique brewing method. The coffee was a familiar taste etched deeply in his memory.

"Why did you… come back suddenly?" Nadia finally looked up and questioned cautiously, her voice quavering.

He placed the cup on the table. The clear clanking sound cut through the air.

He looked at her with a faint smirk and a hint of overflowing confidence. "Did you forget about our bet after three years?"

What bet?

Nadia's heart skipped a beat. Some memories that she had purposely suppressed now resurfaced.

"I'm back for you, of course." Samuel leaned forward and bore into her eyes.

She immediately sensed his intimidating presence.

He added, "I am waiting for your comeback."

Her comeback…

Those words struck like lightning. It was as if a bomb had gone off in her mind.

"And…" He paused before continuing with a deep, charming voice, each word moving her, "you and I shall stand on the top of the world again."

Nadia was totally taken aback. She felt a spreading bitterness in her heart.

Forcing a smile, she thought of making a witty remark to hide her surging emotions.

For example, she wanted to tease him, "Samuel, you're still as childish as ever", or something like "It must be freezing on the top of the world. I can't handle that".

But she failed to speak.

Tears rolled down her cheeks when she opened her mouth, falling onto the back of her hand. They felt hot to the touch.

Samuel was her senior. When she was studying for her PhD degree alone in a foreign land, he took care of her like a brother, shielding her from troubles. He was also the research partner that matched with her the most.

They spent countless days and nights in the research lab before Nadia came up with that formula that could change the world.

However, she chose to retire at that time, marrying a man she had only met a few times. She agreed to the three-year marriage he suggested at the expense of her dignity.

No one knew what was on her mind. Everyone, including Samuel, all thought she had lost it.

When that happened, he nearly flipped a table out of anger. In the end, he gave her a meaningful look and made a bet with her that would come true in three years. After that, he left for another country to blaze a trail.

As for Nadia, she had vanished from her social circles after her marriage. In the next three years, she led a peaceful yet stifling life, like a bird in a cage.

The door of the cage was wide open now, and Samuel, who had once soared to great heights with her, was back to her side.

He adamantly insisted on setting off with her. However, only she knew that she had to tie up some loose ends.

Samuel didn't have the courage to wipe her tears. He feared he might lose control of himself.

He merely advised her, "Nior's tears are precious. Don't waste them. Change your clothes. I'll take you to dinner. Look at you—you're so thin."

Nadia nodded at him and walked into the main bedroom.

15 minutes later, they went down to the first floor, where a motorcade of luxury cars was waiting for them.

Samuel opened the car door for her, and they took the same car.

He loved the faint fragrance on her body. With her by his side, he felt like the world was in his hands.

…

Half an hour later, they arrived at Cypress Club. When the door opened, Nadia was greeted by a smiling, handsome face.

She got out of the car. To her surprise, she saw Milo Fisher and Sarah Clarke welcoming her. These familiar faces were her peers in research.

"Is everyone back?"

Milo affectionately took her arm. "Nadia, we missed you so much! We have Samuel to thank—he brought us along to keep you company and help out at Global Medical Summit."

Sarah took Nadia's other arm with a sweet smile. "Yeah. With Nadia around, we don't have to beaver away every day anymore! Samuel is so hard on us."

"Sarah, you're growing into a woman! You're no longer that crybaby from before." Nadia pinched Sarah's adorable cheek.

However, Milo immediately let go of Nadia in fear under Samuel's glare.

That was terrifying!

Samuel said, "Let's head in!"

Chapter 7

The four of them walked into Cypress Club, a place that existed in a quiet corner of the most bustling area in the city. It was a world on its own, a far cry from the concrete jungle out there.

There were pleasant sceneries everywhere, from bridges to streams to gazebos. Each step they took revealed a carefully crafted landscape.

Only the most prominent figures in the nation had the privilege of entering Cypress Club. Tonight, the club was even more star-studded than usual.

Escorted by a group, Nadia passed through the winding corridors and walked to the Hibiscus Room that they had booked. Clad in a minimalist yet stylish white dress, she exuded an aloof elegance that was out of place in the noisy club. Yet, she became the center of attention.

Samuel walked slightly behind Nadia, keeping a close yet respectful distance with a warm smile on his face.

Callum was hiding in the shadows with a wine glass in his hand. His unreadable eyes were fixed on Nadia's slender figure.

He recognized her. Why was she hanging out with Samuel?

Eyes narrowed, he immediately located Nadia's side profile in the crowd. He confirmed that it was indeed her.

But she was still his wife on paper!

His gaze followed the group, ultimately stopping at the door of the Hibiscus Room. The door was left slightly ajar.

As if in a trance, Callum wandered over and peeked into the room through the opening. Samuel took the main seat, flanked by two ladies. One of them was Nadia.

Judging by her unassuming looks, Callum doubted that she was Nior—the all-powerful, mysterious being. He snorted quietly.

The other woman looked younger. Her youthful face wore an ingratiating look. She couldn't possibly be Nior.

A possibility struck him.

His sharp gaze traveled to the cheerful but impressionable young man beside Nadia.

Could he be Nior? Was Nior close with Nadia? If so, Callum wondered why Nadia had never brought up Nior.

Callum felt irritable all of a sudden.

At that moment, Nadia got a call. She whispered something to Samuel and left the room alone.

She was about to answer the call at a quiet corner of the corridor when a huge force dragged her aside.

As her world spun, she collided against a firm, burning chest. The person before her smelled familiar—and drunk.

It was Callum!

"Nadia, you've become bolder," Callum's voice rang on top of her head with unfettered sarcasm and rage.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but we're still married. Are you so eager to find your next lover out of loneliness?" He gripped her waist tightly with a crushing force.

Pain shot through her body. She struggled to break free and push him away. Sounding icy, she demanded, "Callum, what's wrong with you? Let go of me!"

That only prompted him to do the exact opposite. His handsome face loomed before her. A mix of anger, disgruntlement, and possessiveness that went unnoticed by him flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong with me?" He snickered. "I watched my wife chatting and laughing with another man. What do you think?"

"Mr. Ford, you're forgetful. We're in the middle of a divorce, remember?" Nadia's head snapped up. She met his eyes fearlessly with a smirk. "Besides, since when have you had strong feelings for me?"

His eyes narrowed. A sensual scene appeared in his mind when he stared at her lovely face.

"You know exactly when you drive me crazy."

Stunned, she blushed in embarrassment. Since when had Callum become this bold?

"Mr. Ford, did you stop me just to reminisce about the past?"

He finally released her and reverted to his aloof self. "Are you close with Samuel?"

"So what?"

"If so, you must know who Nior is, right?" Callum finally asked the pent-up question.

Nadia watched him with amusement. "I didn't know you were interested in Nior as well. Oh, I forgot you run businesses in the medical industry."

But Callum was not in the mood to run around in circles. He immediately made an offer. "Tell me who Nior is, and I'll amend the divorce agreement to offer you two million dollars more."

She folded her arms and studied him like he was a monster.

"Given Nior's business value, Ford Group will benefit greatly from working with them. Don't you think you're being a little stingy in your bid for their expertise?"

For the first time, Callum had a better understanding of Nadia's greed.

He forced her up the wall, trapping her between his arms. Staring in her eyes, he asked, "How much do you want?"

Nadia shoved him away. "Mr. Ford, be patient. You'll meet Nior at Global Medical Summit next week. You can't handle them right now."

He looked into her spirited eyes. His tone took on a threatening edge. "Nadia, how dare you turn me down?"

"Mr. Ford, you can't buy everything." Nadia's eyes became cold.

She always had a way to rile him up. His expression darkened immediately.

"Nadia, know your place. Grandpa has asked that you show up to the Fords' Anniversary Gala. I hope you won't let him down."

Callum smoothed his wrinkled collar and put on an air of arrogance once more. He sounded like he was giving out an order.

Hah! He mentioned Barclay again.

Nadia silently snickered. Callum always brought up Barclay to control her, but this would be the last.

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her irritation and faked a perfect smile. "Mr. Ford, don't worry. I'll still play my part. I promise not to embarrass you."

She even gave him a light, elegant nod, as though the fight had never happened.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave now."

She turned around and walked to the Hibiscus Room without hesitation with her chest puffed.

Callum stood and watched the door close behind Nadia, hiding the view within the room.

He clenched his fists. The veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Damn it! He couldn't believe that Nadia angered him again.

He quickly dialed a number. "Hold onto the divorce papers for now. We'll send it out after the Anniversary Gala."

Julian seemed confused upon receiving the order, but he had no time to think. He immediately turned the car around to retrieve the divorce papers he had just delivered.

Callum came to a stop when he arrived at his empty private room. Wyatt and Brittany were nowhere to be seen. The smell of food and alcohol filled the air.

Only Brittany's phone lay on the table, looking abandoned with its screen turned off.

Callum was gripped by uneasiness. His heart skipped a beat.

"Brittany?" He raised his voice.

"Brittany!"

He was greeted with silence.

His expression changed as he dashed out of the private room.

The bodyguards in black, who stood guard at the door, looked serious when they saw him running out.

"Where is she?" Callum's tone was cold and carried a hint of anger.

The bodyguards exchanged looks. Clearly, they had no clue about what just happened.

"Look for her!" Callum let out a low growl. "Lock the main door and search every inch of this place!"

The bodyguards immediately dispersed and went into action.

Chapter 8

Ryan Hackett, the manager of Cypress Club, was immediately alerted to the huge commotion.

He jogged over. A cold sweat had broken across his forehead.

"Mr. Ford, what's —"

Callum gave him a piercing look.

"My friend is missing." His tone was flat but authoritative. "Get everyone out of the club now."

"But…" Ryan's insides trembled.

The club would incur a huge loss if he vacated the premises, but he was fearful of Callum, a man who ruled the business world.

He could not say no to Callum, so he nodded ingratiatingly. "Of course, Mr. Ford. I'll get to it right now!"

Wiping away cold sweat, Ryan opened the door to Nadia's private room. He ran into a rather intriguing scene of Samuel holding a wine glass and staring at Wyatt with amusement. They looked like they were in a discussion.

He announced with an apologetic smile and a shaky voice, "Excuse me for interrupting, ladies and gentlemen. A sudden incident occurred in the club. We need to vacate the premises due to unforeseen circumstances. Please…"

After a pause, Ryan added, "Your dinner is on us. We hope for your understanding."

The guests, who were enjoying their dinner, seemed upset about the order to vacate. A few of Samuel's guests appeared unhappy.

As for Wyatt, his expression fell when he was told to leave.

What was Callum planning to do? He knew no one except for Callum had the authority to vacate the premises.

Samuel, who was in the host seat, looked exceptionally gloomy. He slowly set his wine glass on the table, letting out a light clink while he did so.

He snorted. He could guess the person who gave that order. It was such an underhanded move, though.

"Callum, you certainly have some guts." Head tilted, he ordered Milo, "Go. Buy Cypress Club."

He spoke in such a careless yet intimidating manner, "From now on, Cypress Club will be turned into the staff cafeteria of Langner Group."

He had obviously issued a challenge for Callum.

Ryan was so frightened that his tone shifted. "M-Mr. Langner, don't be angry when you hear this! Just now… Mr. Ford… He's incorporated the restaurant into Ford Group…"

The air seemed to freeze at that moment. Samuel's gaze sharpened.

Frowning deeply, Wyatt got up and excused himself, "Sorry, Mr. Langner. I'll check out what's happening."

He wanted to know what was up Callum's sleeve.

Before leaving, he warned Ryan, "No one shall mess with the guests at this table."

Ryan immediately agreed.

The door then closed.

Nadia gripped her glass of water with pale fingertips.

What was Callum doing? That psycho wanted to vacate the premises and even buy the restaurant!

She was so unlucky to have run into Callum and faced his tantrum when all she did was dining out.

Her chest tightened.

…

Meanwhile, Callum kicked apart the door to the staff private room. What greeted him was a terrifying, heart-stopping scene.

A man in a staff uniform had grabbed Brittany by her neck and pressed her against the wall. He even held a fruit knife in his hand. He had a manic and perverted look in his eyes as he chanted.

He was a stalker fan!

Color drained from Callum's face. In the next second, he was overcome by rage. He made a dash to the man and kicked him hard without hesitation.

The man was flung out like a ragdoll and thrown against the wall. He slid down the wall and writhed on the floor, dropping the fruit knife.

Brittany had collapsed to the floor, her legs turning into jelly. She burst into tears when she spotted Callum.

Crawling over, she threw herself into his arms and held him tightly while crying breathlessly.

"Callum… I was so scared… I thought I was going to…"

Brittany was shaking all over. Her face paled. She had no strength left in her to stand up.

Callum hugged her tightly. He could tell she was trembling, which pained him.

Patting her on the back gently, he spoke to her in an unusually gentle and comforting voice, "It's fine, Brittany. You're safe. I'm here."

He dared not imagine the consequences if he were late to the rescue.

A hostile look flashed in his eyes. He carefully scooped Brittany into his arms and lifted her.

Like a frightened kitten, she curled up in his arms and pressed her face against his chest in search of safety.

He carried her out of the staff room and immediately ran into Wyatt, who had hurried over by then. Wyatt seemed shocked to see Brittany in such a state. "What happened?"

Callum continued walking. He replied icily, "Someone took Brittany. She got a good scare."

He carelessly swept his gaze past the landscapes in Cypress Club with disgust and ruthlessness.

"Make that bastard vanish from Seora. And there's no need for Cypress Club to stay."

With that, he left in great strides with Brittany in his arms, never looking back.

Nadia happened to witness the scene from the door of her private room. She watched as Callum carefully held Brittany in his arms like a precious item as he hurried away. His jaw was tense, and he exuded a strong protectiveness.

She didn't know what to make of that scene. She felt a little bitter, but more than anything, she felt helpless. Callum definitely doted on Brittany too much.

…

After leaving Cypress Club, Samuel brought Nadia to a new building. She had to crane her neck really hard to gaze at it.

"48 floors…" she mumbled to herself.

That was indeed a tall building.

Smiling, Samuel gestured at her to go in. "Let's check it out."

They rode the elevator to the top floor. When the doors slid open, they found themselves in a spacious area with unbeatable views. They could see almost the entire city from the vantage point.

The decor was modern and minimalistic and leaned toward quiet luxury.

"Samuel, you splurged!" Nadia clicked her tongue. "Did you buy the building? I thought you rented a place because you'd leave after the summit. This is quite outrageous!"

Samuel walked over to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Hands in his pocket, he stood tall. His jaw tensed as he peered into the distance—a similarly majestic building with the massive signage spelling out "Ford Group" entered his vision.

He smirked.

"Rent a place? That's no fun," he said in a flat and unbothered voice.

Nadia studied his perfect silhouette under the sunlight, feeling her heart fluttering because of his powerful presence and control.

"How much did this cost you?" she asked teasingly. "Is Langner Group planning to stay in Seora long-term?"

Samuel turned around and fixed his deep, dark eyes on her face.

"Since we've decided to fight the battle here, we need to be prepared." His voice wasn't too loud, but he expressed himself very clearly.

After a pause, his gaze drifted toward Ford Group's building with the keenness of a hunter who had picked his prey.

"That's how we can take down our enemy at the first try."

Nadia laughed without thinking at his seriousness. "But you've just arrived in Seora. What enemies could you possibly have?"

He looked at her tenderly. "I have an enemy, and he is powerful."

Nadia smiled again but said nothing. Her eyes wandered to the tallest building in Seora that was right across from them. The signage read "Ford Group".

…

Callum stood before the window with an unlit cigarette between his fingers in his office. He wore a deep frown with the same troubles on his mind.

Why did Samuel, the business magnate from Falveria and the head of Langner Group, pick Seora out of all places for a Global Medical Summit? Why did he publicly announce Nior's comeback?

What was Samuel planning to do?

Wyatt knocked on the door and let himself in. He asked Callum, "Are you still worrying about Samuel?"

Callum grunted and placed his cigarette on the table. He explained, "Langner Group's main business isn't even here. Samuel's move to Seora is too deliberate."

Wyatt walked over to Callum's side, and they looked out of the window together.

"That reminds me of something." Wyatt seemed to be deep in thought. "Samuel once brought this up. He said he had an old friend in Seora."

Callum's head snapped toward Wyatt. He could feel his heartbeat quickening. "What old friend? Is it related to Nior?"

Wyatt grew serious. "I can't be sure, but it's too much of a coincidence. Nior hasn't been seen in public for a while now, but Samuel arrived in Seora and publicly announced Nior's comeback at Global Medical Summit."

A rather ridiculous but probable idea struck Callum. His eyes wavered in shock.

Could Nior be… in Seora?

The possibility shook him to the core.

Chapter 9

At 10:00 pm sharp, a black Maybach quietly cruised down the streets and came to a stop at Riverdale Ridge downtown.

The streetlights streamed into the car through the windows, illuminating Samuel's side profile. He sat in the driver's seat but did not turn off the engine. He turned around and looked at the woman in the front passenger seat.

Nadia rested against the seat. Her head was slightly turned to the other side, and her even breathing suggested that she might have been deeply asleep.

Her long lashes cast a shadow under her eyes. Her cheeks turned an almost unnoticeable shade of pink.

Samuel curled his fingers on the steering wheel, fighting the urge to touch her—even touching her hair would be enough.

However, he immediately killed off such thoughts when they popped up. He swallowed hard.

In the silence of the car, he could only hear their breathing sounds and the occasional honking from the outside.

Nadia shifted a little. In fact, she hadn't fallen asleep. She was enjoying a little shut-eye.

When she sensed that the car had come to a stop, she opened her eyes, looking a little fatigued.

"Have we arrived?" Her voice was hoarse after waking up, and she sounded polite, as if she was purposely keeping a distance between them.

His heart skipped a beat.

Nadia opened the car door without stopping. "I'm leaving. Thanks."

"Nad!" Samuel got out of the car. His deep voice sounded forceful in the deep of the night.

She turned around. "Anything else, Samuel?"

He reached out.

She froze and instinctively shunned his advance. His fingertips gently brushed her shoulder with such speed that it made her think it was an illusion.

However, she clearly felt his warm touch through the thin fabric, sending a slight electric feeling through her body.

Something had struck her heart, just enough to make her feel stuffy.

Samuel slowly pulled back and pushed his hands into his pockets. He forced himself to sound calm, like a senior who cared for Nadia.

"Rest early," he spoke slowly and gently.

Moments later, she looked up and gave him a polite smile. "You, too."

It was not a genuine smile.

She did not linger for long and hurried into the apartment.

When she reached her home, the sensor-activated lights at the entrance immediately lit up. She kicked her heels away and headed to her study without changing her clothes.

There, she turned on the unremarkable laptop that carried some interesting secrets. She swiftly typed out a string of complicated code and medical jargon.

Nadia looked focused, an entirely different person from her normally quiet and meek personality. The screen flickered, casting light and shadows on her face.

She quickly typed some words in the search bar. She was looking up Karlie and the latest clinical treatment for late-stage lung cancer, as well as clinical data analysis.

…

The weather on the next day was perfect. It was sunny out, with a cooling breeze.

Wendy had arrived in a hurry. Her voice filled the air before she appeared.

"Nad, I'm back! Have a taste of my lunch I made with love! Ugh, plane food is the worst!"

Nadia put aside the medical book and stared at Wendy in exasperation. Wendy had run over and thrown herself at Nadia by then.

Nadia said, "You should have rested after you came home. Why did you drop by?"

Wendy let go of Nadia and cupped her cheeks. She looked at her friend. "Alright. You look rosy. Seems like you're recovering well, which means you can go shopping with me this afternoon."

Nadia chuckled. "Is shopping all you ever think of? How was the business trip? Did you seal the deal?"

Wendy patted her chest gleefully. "Of course! I went to Ningvale this time—my uncle is the mayor of Ningvale. There is no client that I can't settle!"

She playfully winked at Nadia.

Nadia tapped her on the forehead. "I hope you won't bring him trouble."

Wendy pouted. "This is all my dad's fault! If he had had another child, I wouldn't need to shoulder the burden of the family business."

Nadia rolled her eyes at Wendy and led the latter to the dining table.

"So, what did Emma make for me this time?"

"She made your favorites—Buffalo wings, meatballs, steak, and mushroom soup."

Nadia immediately felt hungry. Emma's cooking was phenomenal. "Emma is the best."

However, Wendy's mood suddenly tanked. "When everything's ready, I'll visit Martellia in Ardovia."

Nadia paused. Then, she looked at Wendy with a serious face. "I'll go with you."

"Sure. Have some soup." Wendy gave her a nod and a smile.

Nadia was well aware of the pain that Martellia signified to the Cooper family. Five years ago, Wendy's older brother, Thomas Cooper, had died in a huge explosion in Martellia. Until now, they could not locate his body.

Over these years, the Coopers had always sent someone to search for Thomas' body in Martellia, but they stopped talking about it after many futile tries.

As such, the responsibility of carrying on the family business went to Wendy. Her father, Colin Cooper, offered her a job as the business manager to build her experience.

When they were enjoying the mushroom soup, Nadia suddenly blurted out, "By the way, Wendy, I heard that Mrs. Haber Senior is sick. Have you heard of it?"

"Mrs. Haber Senior?" Wendy set her spoon on the table. The look in her eyes changed. "Are you talking about Wyatt's grandma?"

"Yeah. Wyatt mentioned her sickness to me before. It has to do with her lungs."

Wendy thought hard. "Mrs. Haber Senior is pretty kind and friendly. I even attended her birthday party when I was a kid."

A look of longing appeared on her face. She continued, "But she has been recuperating at Haber Manor over these years. She rarely left the house. Most of us don't have the chance to meet her."

Something occurred to Wendy. Her eyes lit up. "Why don't you help her?"

Nadia had the same idea, too. "But I need to see her in person, and it has to feel like a casual encounter."

"Oh, right! Her birthday is at the end of this month. Her family probably won't throw a huge celebration because they don't want to tire her out, but they will invite some close friends to the party. Come with me!"

The idea appealed to Nadia. She turned to Wendy. "Sure."

They enjoyed their dinner together. Suddenly, Wendy received an attachment on her phone—a photo of Knox making out passionately with a B-list star.

Wendy commented coldly, "What a playboy! His taste is getting worse."

Nadia stole a worried glance at her. "Are you alright?"

Wendy placed her spoon on the table with a bright smile. "Do I look like I'm not fine? You think too highly of Knox when he's nothing to me!"

She pointed at her heart with clear and unfeeling eyes.

She might have grown up with Knox, and their families had agreed to a marriage arrangement when they were 18 years old, but she no longer considered him a serious candidate because he was a playboy.

Instead, she worked hard, hoping to call off the marriage arrangement when she was in power. Now was not the right time to break off their relationship with the Nicholson family.

Nadia's worries went away when she saw Wendy's confidence shining through.

"Who sent you the photo?"

"Beats me. I receive a photo per month, more in time than my period! They're all different. Before this, he was dating hot international models, but nowadays, he's only managed to get some B-listers." Wendy shook her head at the photo with disdain, clicking her tongue.

Nadia suddenly laughed. "Send me the IP address. I'll have someone track them down."

But Wendy immediately gestured no. "Please don't. I'll take advantage of the free services of a private detective. I'm getting more bargaining chips against Knox over time."

She wouldn't want to give that up.

"Fine. Whatever suits you." Nadia felt relieved when she confirmed that Wendy wasn't upset over Knox.

After the meal, they took a quick rest. Soon, Nadia entered the study.

Samuel called her once, inviting her to dinner, but she turned down the invitation, claiming she was tired.

At night, Wendy forced Nadia to change into a stunning outfit and dragged her out of the house. Staying at home was a waste of one's youth.

Wendy, dressed sexily, had clearly gone all out on that day. One could tell from her outfit choice that she wanted to blow everyone away.

Already blessed with good looks and tall height, Nadia looked amazing, too. Her light makeup and a fiery red dress were eye-catching.

At 7:00 pm, they arrived at a bustling boxing club downtown. Nadia looked at the signage with wonderment. It read "Wonderment Boxing Club". She pointed at the half-spherical building with neon lights.

"Do you take me as an idiot who plays drinking games like Truth or Dare? This is my secret place. Tonight, I'll open your eyes," Wendy declared.

They successfully entered the club with Wendy's VIP card.