CHAPTER 1 The email hit Ethan’s inbox at 10:37 p.m.

Subject line: “Stop calling, your wife is busy.”

Ethan frowned. He had already called his wife more than a dozen times, but received no response. And now, this strange email had suddenly appeared in his inbox.

Ethan opened the video attached to the email, and immediately, a string of obscene sounds filled the air: A half-dressed woman appeared on screen, clearly enjoying herself with a man!

"Who’s behind this sick joke?!" Ethan snapped, anger rising. But just as he was about to close the video, he noticed a distinctive tattoo on the woman in the video.

In that instant, his blood ran cold.

That small, distinct moonflower inked on her back!

That tattoo was incredibly unique—only he and Sierra knew about it. Which meant… the video couldn’t possibly be AI-generated!

Ethan’s hands trembled. In the video, the woman was bent over a desk. That was Sierra’s office desk. Even their photo together was clearly visible beside it!

Every detail in the video pushed Ethan closer to the brink of collapse. He couldn’t accept what he was seeing and quickly shut the video off.

Then, he looked at the sender of the email: Marcus Lang.

Wasn’t that the business partner Sierra had mentioned recently?

Ethan was seething. The truth was, Sierra didn’t need any business partner—because Ethan himself was her biggest partner.

He owned Nova Pact, the largest company in the entire city, which also happened to be Sierra’s most important collaborator.

But Sierra didn’t know his true identity...or even worse, she simply didn’t care.

Ethan slumped onto the couch, drained of all strength, and let out a bitter laugh.

Suddenly, the front door banged open.

Sierra stumbled in, her heels clicking unevenly across the marble floor, a bottle still dangling from her fingertips.

“You’re still up?” she slurred, wrinkling her nose as she spotted him.

“Ugh. Figures. God, Ethan, you have one job—keep the house clean and not be in my way. You can’t even do that, huh?”

She tossed her heels aside, slumping into the couch.

Ethan stood still, eerily calm.

"Where were you?" Ethan asked coldly, his tone sharp enough to make Sierra feel instantly uneasy.

Sierra rolled her eyes and snapped back with a sneer, "Where was I? Obviously working—working to support a useless man like you! I stay late at the office every night, and you? All you do is sit at home enjoying the fruits of my labor. What right do you have to question me?"

Ethan looked at her with deep disappointment. Without a word, he turned his laptop around and hit play on the video he had received.

"Working, huh? This is what you call work? Fooling around with another man in your office?"

His voice was icy and filled with fury. Sierra’s heart skipped a beat as panic crept in.

"Wh—where did you get that?!" she shouted, trying to cover her panic with outrage. "Did you hire a hacker to break into Marcus’s phone? Or get a private investigator to spy on me? We're husband and wife—shouldn't we trust each other?!"

"I never said the man in the video was Marcus, thanks for telling." Ethan replied calmly.

But behind that calm, it was clear—his heart was already in pieces.

"I…" Sierra was at a loss for words. Something flickered in her eyes—guilt? Panic?

She recovered quickly.

She crossed her arms, chin lifting.

“So what? You want an apology? Please. Grow up.”

His eyes narrowed.

“You think this is about an apology?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Look, maybe if you weren’t so dull, always waiting for me like a houseplant, I wouldn’t have needed someone who actually felt like a man.”

Ethan blinked.

“A man?”

“Yes, Ethan. A real man. Not someone who hides behind spreadsheets and takes orders like a trained dog. You think standing by me means you’re strong? No, it just made you a doormat.”

Something twisted inside him.

"Enough, Sierra!" Ethan suddenly raised his voice, cutting off her relentless rant.

"If that's really how you feel, then let's get a divorce." He took a deep breath, the decision finally solidifying in his chest.

Sierra stared at him and burst into a mocking laugh.

"Divorce? You think you're even qualified to bring up that word with me? Without me, who’s going to fund your little life? Who's going to let you sit at home doing nothing but spend money like a leech?"

"Stop playing your little games. As long as you stay obedient and keep your mouth shut at home, you’ll have more money than you can ever spend. And as for me, I’ll sleep with whoever I want! If you can’t make money, then you don’t get a say in how I live!"

Her words dripped with scorn, and to Ethan, she felt like a stranger. She hadn't always been like this.

Disappointed, he said, "That’s enough, Sierra. I’m not playing any games. I’ll say it again: I WANT A DIVORCE."

Sierra scoffed, her tone even more disdainful. "You know damn well the company is about to sign a new deal with Nova Corp. We can't afford any negative press right now. You're only bold enough to bring up divorce because you know I won't allow it at such a critical time, right?"

“God, Ethan. You really are pathetic. Using this like some power play. What, did you finally grow a spine?”

His fists clenched at his sides.

“You think I’d use your affair as leverage? After everything?”

Sierra smirked, cold and taunting.

“You already did. This little display, this whole self-righteous moment, don’t act like it’s about heartbreak. You saw the timing, and now you’re trying to sabotage me.”

Ethan was silent.

Then he said,

“What deal are you worried about? You never even acknowledged me as your husband. Not once. Not to your friends. Not online. Not in public. You don’t wear a ring. I’m your little secret, remember? So how would a divorce change anything?”

Sierra opened her mouth, stunned to find that she had no comeback.

Yes, they'd been married for years, yet she had never gone public with it. Some of her closest friends didn’t even know she had a husband.

The realization darkened her expression. Her voice turned cold and sinister.

"So... you're serious about the divorce?"

"I'm not in the mood to joke with you," Ethan replied calmly. "I don't want a single cent from you. I just want the divorce."

"Hah! I didn’t think a coward like you had it in you!" Sierra suddenly burst into laughter. "Fine by me. You’re useless to me anyway. Marcus can get me a better contract with Nova Corp. And you? All you do is laze around the house like a bum!"

"And don’t blame me for never announcing our marriage. Honestly, you’re not even presentable. I’m a rising star in the business world, a commercial prodigy. And you? Just a pathetic househusband who cooks and cleans!"

Sierra’s laugh was sharp and scornful. But Ethan ignored her mockery. He walked into the bedroom and returned with a stack of documents—the divorce papers he had already prepared.

"Sign it. Once it’s done, we’re through," Ethan said flatly.

Sierra flipped the file open and saw his signature already in place. She skimmed through the terms—sure enough, Ethan hadn’t asked for anything. That surprised her for a second, but she quickly grinned. To her, this was the best outcome.

"Fine. Just remember—after we divorce, don’t go around telling people you were my husband. I can’t afford that embarrassment." She signed the papers and flung them back at him carelessly.

Ethan tucked the papers away and replied coolly,

"Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want anyone to know I ever married someone like you. It’s the biggest disgrace of my life."

"You—!" Sierra was livid. She was a high-powered CEO, and Ethan was just a kept man. How dare he speak to her like that?

"All talk," she sneered. "If you were half as capable as Marcus, you wouldn't be in this mess! He actually got me the deal with Nova Corp!"

"You said Marcus got you that deal with Nova Corp, right?" Ethan said coldly. "Then I hope he keeps it. Just don’t be surprised if Nova terminates the contract."

Sierra let out a scornful laugh. "Keep dreaming. Marcus is Nova Corp’s manager. He’s not like you full of empty bravado!"

Ethan chuckled, genuinely amused by her confidence.

She had never cared to find out the truth that the man she just mocked, Ethan Storm, was actually the owner of Nova Pact, the biggest company in the city. His name had appeared many times on Nova Pact's internal VIP guest lists.

If Sierra had ever cared enough to look, she would’ve known the truth.

But she never had. And now, it was too late.

Without another word, Ethan turned and walked away.

The night air hit his face as he stepped outside.

He didn’t look back.

Not at the house.

Not at her.

Each step forward felt like breathing again.

Then—

A sleek black luxury car pulled up beside him.

The door opened.

A woman stepped out—elegant, poised, radiant.

She walked straight to Ethan and bowed slightly, voice soft but sincere.

“Excuse me, Sir!” CHAPTER 2

The woman's heels clicked softly on the pavement as she stepped toward Ethan.

Her posture was poised, elegant, and she moved with the grace of someone accustomed to commanding attention, yet there was a subtle shift in her expression—a quiet respect that softened her otherwise regal stance.

As she approached, she lowered her gaze briefly before meeting Ethan's eyes.

Her voice, when she spoke, was calm but laced with sincerity.

"Excuse me, Sir," she said again, her tone not demanding, but genuine—an invitation, almost a plea.

Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Can I help you?"

She stopped two feet away. No closer. No sudden movements. Smart.

"My name is Alice Morgan. CEO of MorganTech," she said, voice clipped but polite. "I… I'm here to beg for your help…"

MorganTech. The very name that made Sierra grind her teeth. The rival company Sierra loathed more than any other.

His jaw flexed. "Is that so?"

"I know you're an important member of Nova Corp," she continued, tone unwavering.

Ethan raised a brow. The irony wasn't lost on him.

Even Alice, who had no relationship with him, knew that he was connected to Nova Pact.

But his wife had not a clue.

He'd never exactly hidden who he was, but people like Sierra never looked deeper than what suited them.

She never asked. She never cared.

Hands shoved into his coat pockets, he shifted slightly as the night wind nipped at his face. "And what do you want?"

Alice's smile faltered for a second, then steadied.

"I came to extend an invitation. To you and Sierra. Dinner. Somewhere neutral. I want to put an end to the… hostility. Between her and me. Between our companies."

"No," Ethan replied instantly.

She blinked. "You didn't even think about it."

"We divorced. If you want to solve the problem, go find Sierra." Ethan's voice was cold.

Divorce?

Alice was stunned.

According to her investigation, Ethan had attended several Nova Corp events as a VIP guest—there was no way he was just an ordinary man!

Sierra must have lost her mind if she was divorcing Ethan!

"Wait, Mr. Storm! I'm not here to see Sierra! I came to talk to you!" She called out anxiously. "I know Sierra's success has everything to do with you!"

"Don't follow me. I'm not interested in your business rivalries," Ethan replied coolly, waving down a cab without even glancing back.

"Sir!" Alice tried again, desperation rising in her voice.

But Ethan didn't give her the chance.

The door slammed shut behind him, and the taxi pulled away, leaving Alice standing there, speechless and frustrated.

She stood there for two seconds before muttering under her breath.

"Stubborn fool!" Her fingers curled around her car keys as she turned briskly on her heel and strode toward her black SUV parked nearby.

She slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, and pulled into traffic, eyes locked on the taxi a few car lengths ahead.

"Really thought I'd let you run off that easy?" she muttered under her breath, switching lanes to keep up.

—

The taxi stopped in front of a tavern.

Ethan, feeling frustrated, just wanted a drink to relax—but the woman behind him refused to leave him alone.

Alice quickly got out of the car as well, following Ethan into the bar.

Ethan was helpless, but since she hadn't done anything inappropriate, he couldn't bring himself to drive her away—he was a gentleman, after all.

He casually ordered a drink and asked indifferently, "So, you followed me all the way here. What is it that you really want?"

The drinks arrived.

Alice took a long sip from hers before setting the glass down with a gentle clink.

Her tone shifted—lower, heavier.

"My father's pushing me to marry Carl Irving."

Ethan's brow twitched, just slightly. "Who's he?"

"You don't know him?" Alice looked surprised. "The heir of the Irving family. A 200-pound slob with a reputation worse than you can imagine. He's been involved with over a hundred women—some willing, many not…"

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like absolute scum. So why would your family want you to marry him?"

"Pure interest," Alice replied bitterly. "My grandfather adored me when she was alive. She gave me control of the family business. But after she passed, my parents always favored my younger brother. They've been scheming to transfer my inheritance to him."

"My brother's a spoiled brat. He doesn't know the first thing about running a company, but they're determined to hand everything over to him."

"They don't care about me," Alice continued, her voice low and bitter. "All they think about is if I marry Carl, we'll gain the Irving family's support. And with that, my brother's position in the family becomes even more secure…"

"That's why I've been trying to secure a partnership with Nova Corp. If I expand FrostTech—then Carl's deal becomes irrelevant. They'll stop seeing me as a pawn and start seeing me as the prize."

Ethan leaned back, unmoved. "So you want my help?"

"I want a strategic partnership. Maybe a merger. You have what I need—global infrastructure, black market logistics, tech distribution networks. I've got the software your company hasn't even begun to dream of. We combine forces, and we cut the Irving family out of the equation. For good."

She let out a dry laugh, but it clearly masked a deep sadness.

"And what made you think of coming to me? Why do you think I could help you?" Ethan asked, his tone casual but curious.

"It was my grandfather," Alice said softly. "Before he passed, she gave me your name. Told me that if I was ever in trouble, I should come to you."

"After that, I looked into you. I saw that you were married—secretly—to my rival, Sierra. On the surface, you looked weak. But you showed up at several major Nova Corp events as a VIP…"

"I figured that you might be the person who could help me."

Ethan arched a brow. "Your grandfather knew me? What was his name?"

"Robert. Robert Morgan."

Ethan froze.

Robert Morgan.

Of course, it was him.

He fell silent for a moment, memories flashing through his mind.

Robert had helped him during one of the hardest times of his life.

He'd once confided in him about the power he held behind the scenes.

It seemed… now was the time to repay that favor.

Ethan opened his mouth, just about to say yes, when a drunk man appeared.

He stumbled toward their table.

Tall, sloppy, with greasy hair and a gold chain that caught too much light.

His shirt was half-buttoned and stained, reeking of sweat and booze.

"Hellooo, gorgeous," he slurred, flashing yellowed teeth. "You lookin' lonely. Wanna make some room for me?"

Alice didn't blink. "I'm busy."

He leered. "C'mon now. Don't play hard to get. What's a night with you cost? Bet you're worth top dollar."

Ethan's jaw flexed.

Alice eyes narrowed into ice. "Back. Off."

The drunk leaned in, breath rancid. "Didn't hear a no, sweetheart. You're playin' with me, huh?"

His hand moved toward her arm.

She slapped it away, steel in her voice. "Touch me again, and I'll make sure you never touch anything again."

He laughed. "Feisty. I like that."

He lunged.

Ethan stood.

"Let. Go." His voice was quiet—eerily quiet.

The man turned. "Mind your own business!"

Ethan didn't answer. He moved like a shadow—fast, fluid, merciless.

In one clean motion, he twisted the man's wrist, bent his arm behind his back, and slammed him face-first into the bar counter.

Heads turned.

The bartender barely looked up.

The thug screamed. "You psycho!"

Ethan leaned in, his voice like ice cracking.

"Apologize. Then crawl back to whatever sewer you came from."

He released him.

The man staggered back, eyes wide, nose bleeding, wheezing through pain and disbelief.

"You messed up, man," he growled. "You really messed up. My brother's gonna find you. And when he does—you're finished."

"Your brother?" Ethan said mildly. "Should I care?"

Someone at the bar gasped.

"Wait—ain't that Knox Wilder's little brother? That Knox Wilder? The guy who runs the whole east district?"

"Shit. We need to go. Now. This place is about to blow."

Patrons started clearing out in a hurry, ducking their heads, grabbing coats and drinks as they scurried to the exits.

The thug grinned through blood. "Now you get it, don't you? My brother's gonna rip you apart. And then? I'll take your girl right in front of you. You'll beg me to stop."

Ethan took a step forward.

He grabbed the man by the hair, yanking his head up.

"I told you," he said coldly. "I don't care who your brother is. Because no one—not him, not you—is stronger than me."

The doors of the bar slammed open with a bang.

A tall man stepped in.

Confident stride. Black boots. Charcoal suit, unbuttoned.

Slicked-back hair and a crooked grin that didn't reach his eyes.

"Well, well," he said, voice rich with mockery. "Been a while since someone had the balls to make a mess on my turf."

He scanned the room slowly, then locked eyes with the man bleeding by the bar.

"Lift your head," he drawled. "Let's see who's foolish enough to lay hands on my blood."

Knox Wilder had arrived.

CHAPTER 3

Knox Wilder stormed in, flanked by four thugs in leather jackets, tattoos snaking up their arms, and brass knuckles already in place.

Knox himself looked nothing like his drunk little brother—he was a wall of muscle in a tailored vest, black gloves on both hands, and cold fury in his eyes.

"You the one who laid hands on my brother?" Knox growled, scanning the room until his eyes locked on Ethan.

"I did," Ethan said simply.

Knox's lip curled. "Big mistake. Teach him a lesson."

The four men surged forward.

Alice jolted upright. "Ethan—"

"Stay back," Ethan said without turning around.

The first man threw a punch.

Ethan ducked, jabbed him in the ribs, and elbowed his jaw.

The man crumpled.

The second lunged.

Ethan sidestepped and grabbed the man's jacket, using his momentum to flip him over the table.

Glass shattered.

The third and fourth came together.

Ethan met them halfway, landing a spinning kick on one and grabbing the other's arm mid-swing.

He twisted and dropped him to the ground with a satisfying crack.

In less than thirty seconds, the bar floor was littered with yelling bodies.

Knox took a cautious step back, momentarily stunned by the carnage around him.

His men—all four of them—were sprawled across the bar floor, clutching broken ribs, noses, or pride.

With a sudden roar, Knox charged—fast for a man his size.

His gloved fist swung like a wrecking ball toward Ethan's face.

Ethan stepped back just in time, the punch grazing his shoulder.

He responded with a quick jab to Knox's ribs, then another to his jaw.

Knox grunted but didn't fall.

"You'll have to do better than that," Knox spat, and swung again, this time with a right hook.

Ethan ducked low, came up beneath Knox's arm, and drove a brutal uppercut into his gut.

Knox stumbled, gasping for air.

Ethan didn't stop. He pressed forward, landing three sharp punches—one to the jaw, one to the temple, and the last to the sternum.

Knox crashed into the booth with a grunt, knees buckling.

He dropped to the floor, one knee down, wheezing and dazed.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Ethan's voice was calm. "Still think I made a mistake?"

Knox clenched his fists. "You're dead, man. My boss—Savage Wolf—he'll put a price on your head."

Ethan narrowed his eyes, a strange glint flickering in their depths. "You work for Savage Wolf?"

Knox's lips curled into an arrogant smirk. "What, getting scared now? Our boss has connections everywhere—even with Nova Corporation. You've messed with the wrong people this time. If you're smart, you'll get on your knees and apologize… and hand that woman behind you over to me and my brother—"

Before he could finish, Ethan let out a cold, humorless chuckle.

His hand shot forward, clamping down hard on Knox's jaw, fingers digging in to shut him up mid-sentence.

"Enough. Call your boss. Now."

Knox's bravado faltered as his eyes widened in disbelief.

He stared at Ethan like he was insane. "W-What?" he stammered. "You want me to call Savage Wolf?"

Savage Wolf wasn't just some petty gang leader or the leader of the Ruthless Fang gang—he was a name whispered in fear through every back alley in the city.

A ruthless kingpin with a reputation for turning disobedient underlings into examples—publicly.

No one really knew his real name.

Some said he used to be a soldier, others swore he came from a crime family overseas.

What everyone did know was that Savage Wolf ran an underground empire with an iron fist— weapons, extortion, you name it.

He'd clawed his way to the top by eliminating every threat without mercy.

The wolf tattoo stretched across his back wasn't just for show—it was the last thing many of his victims ever saw.

And Ethan… this man didn't even flinch.

Knox gulped hard. His voice cracked despite himself. "Don't say I didn't warn you—you're gonna regret this."

But Ethan's expression didn't change.

He stared at Knox like he was nothing but a bug under his boot.

"Then make the call, put it on speaker," Ethan repeated darkly. "Let's see what your wolf does… when he realizes he just picked a fight with the wrong beast."

Hands trembling, Knox pulled out his phone and hit a contact.

It rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. "Yeah?"

"Boss, it's Knox," he stammered. "We've got a situation. Some guy took out the crew—he assaulted my brother, wrecked the bar… says he's not afraid of you."

A pause.

Then Savage Wolf's voice roared, "WHO?! Who thinks they can mess with my name?! I'll—"

Ethan leaned close to the speaker. "And how exactly will you make me pay?"

Dead silence.

"…Wait," Savage Wolf said, his voice suddenly wary. "Who is this?"

"What do you think?" Ethan said with a cold smirk. "Savage Wolf… maybe the last lesson I gave him wasn't harsh enough. Are you trying to get me to pay him another little visit… and have a nice chat?"

Then came a sharp inhale from the other end. "Oh no. No, no, no. Knox—get on your knees and apologize. Right now."

Knox gawked. "Boss?! You serious?"

"DO IT! You're messing with him. Do you want to end up in a wheelchair like me?!"

Turned out, when Ethan first came to the city, he beat Savage Wolf within an inch of his life.

Ever since learning who Ethan really was, Savage Wolf wouldn't dare cross him.

Knox looked like his soul had left his body.

Slowly, shakily, he dropped to his knees in front of Ethan.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Louder," Ethan said coldly.

"I'm sorry!" Knox practically shouted.

Ethan gave a small nod and turned away. "Tell your boss I said hello."

Knox bolted out of the bar like a kicked dog, dragging his dazed brother behind him.

Alice clapped once, slowly, leaning against the booth for balance. "Okay… that was hot."

Ethan finally looked at her.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lipstick smudged, and her eyes glassy from the drink.

"We should get you out of here," he muttered.

"I like you more every five minutes," she slurred, stumbling into him. "Let's go somewhere quieter…"

Without another word, Ethan led her out of the bar and into the quiet night.

They ended up at a modest hotel a block away.

In the room, Alice flopped onto the bed, giggling. "You're like Batman. But meaner."

Ethan chuckled. "You're drunk."

"You're hot," she replied, then sat up and kissed him—bold, impulsive, electric.

He didn't stop her. Not at first.

They kissed each other, and she pulled him down with her.

His hands moved to her waist, hers to his collar.

Clothes began to slip away, their breathing heavy and ragged.

Then Ethan's phone buzzed.

He ignored it.

It buzzed again. He glanced at the caller ID.

Sierra.

The name slapped the haze from his mind. He answered.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sierra hissed on the line. "Picking fights, using my name to intimidate gangsters, and seducing women in public like a soap opera villain? You've lost your mind!"

"What are you talking about?" Ethan frowned, not understanding what kind of nonsense Sierra was going on about this time.

"My friend saw you making a scene at a bar and even getting into trouble with Savage Wolf. Is it true?" Sierra shouted.

"What does that have to do with you?" Ethan was speechless. They were already divorced, so why was Sierra still acting crazy?

"What does it have to do with me? If you hadn't mentioned my name, do you think Savage Wolf would have let you off so easily? You promised me you wouldn't go around telling people about our relationship!" Sierra roared, furious.

She was about to lose it—he had just gotten divorced and already went to a bar with another woman, and now he even used her name to scare off a mafia thug?

Ethan was so amused by Sierra's shamelessness that he laughed in disbelief.

He said coldly, "Come on, Sierra, stop thinking you're that important. Do you really believe dropping your name would make Savage Wolf back down? I don't know if you're crazy or I am. Maybe go get yourself checked into a mental hospital and stop losing your mind."

He sat still, breathing hard, staring at his phone.

Ethan turned off his phone and tossed it aside.

Alice looked at him curiously. "Was it Sierra?"

Ethan nodded. The call had calmed him down a bit.

He quietly stood up and straightened his clothes.

"I'm leaving. Get some rest," he said calmly.

"But…" Alice didn't want him to go. The more time she spent with Ethan, the more she felt drawn to him—there was something magnetic about him.

"Alice… you're drunk. Don't do anything you'll regret," Ethan said as he rubbed his face, then opened the door and walked out.

Alice sat on the bed in disappointment and flopped down in frustration.

"I'm not drunk! It's all Sierra's fault…" she muttered. CHAPTER 4 Ethan walked out of the hotel, he didn’t know why he almost lost his control.

The cold wind cooled him down, he took out his phone and first added Sierra to his blacklist—he didn't want that woman bothering him anymore.

Then, he made another call.

"Elsa, it's me."

The person on the other end was Nova Corporation's CEO, Elsa Logan!

She was someone everyone in the city wanted to curry favor with. Rumor had it that the mysterious owner of Nova Corporation was extremely low-profile, so all company decisions were made by Elsa.

Therefore, anyone who maintained a good relationship with her had no shortage of opportunities to get rich.

However, at this moment, the high and mighty female CEO spoke to Ethan in an extremely respectful tone.

"Boss, is there anything you need me to do?"

Ethan replied casually, "There's a business banquet tomorrow, right? Remove Sierra's company from the guest list. And from now on, don't invite them to any company events again. She's no longer our business partner."

"Our new partner is Morgan Tech. Their CEO is Alice Morgan, you can inform her about this."

Elsa was momentarily stunned. She knew Sierra was the boss's wife, so now...

But as a competent subordinate, she never questioned the boss's private affairs. She respectfully replied, "Understood, boss. Will you be attending tomorrow?"

Ethan thought for a moment and answered, "Yes."

"As a VIP, as usual?" Elsa asked.

Ethan fell silent. In the past, he rarely attended Nova events, and even when he did, it was only as a VIP. But now, perhaps it was time to step into the spotlight.

"Boss?" Elsa called again after a few seconds of silence on the line.

"Just say that the owner of Nova Corporation will be present tomorrow," Ethan said calmly, but to Elsa, this was explosive news.

"Boss… are you planning to reveal your identity?" she asked in shock.

"I haven't made a final decision yet. Announce it this way for now. I'll decide tomorrow," Ethan said and hung up.

Ethan had just gotten into a taxi, planning to rest at a hotel for the night, when he received a call from Alice.

"Ethan!! Was it you who helped me? Just now, Nova's CEO Elsa personally called me and invited me to attend tomorrow's banquet! She said Morgan Tech will be the new business partner!"

Alice was so excited that she completely forgot she was supposed to be pretending to be drunk. She pressed Ethan eagerly, because the only one who could have helped her was him.

Ethan showed a faint smile. Alice was a lively and cheerful girl—her happiness was contagious.

"For Samantha's sake, I'll help you this once," Ethan said with a smile.

"Then can you go to the banquet with me tomorrow? Please!" Alice said.

Ethan had already planned to attend the banquet, so he agreed without hesitation.

Alice was overjoyed. After hanging up the phone, she rolled around on the bed in excitement—she probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

⸻

The next day, at the Nova Corporation banquet venue, Alice arrived early in a dazzling gown, anxiously waiting at the entrance for Ethan.

"Good evening, Alice!"

The sudden voice startled her. She turned around and saw Ethan.

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, looking incredibly handsome. Alice's cheeks turned slightly red.

However, before the two could exchange more than a few words, an annoying voice suddenly interrupted.

"Ethan? You followed me all the way here? I knew you weren't over me yet!"

Ethan frowned and turned around. Sure enough, it was Sierra.

Clinging to her arm was a slick, flashy man—clearly her lover and Nova Corporation's manager, Marcus.

Seeing Sierra, Ethan said with disdain, "Where did this annoying pest come from? Totally ruined my good mood for the day."

"You!" Sierra was furious, but she didn't dare cause a scene here. Instead, she growled under her breath, "Don't tell me you're actually here for Nova's banquet!"

At that moment, Marcus chuckled. "Darling, maybe your trash ex-husband came to apply for a waiter job!"

"You're probably right. Trash like him is only fit for that kind of low-end work," Sierra mocked with a sneer.

Their words infuriated Alice. Displeased, she said coldly, "Why do I hear dogs barking at such an upscale venue?"

"What did you say?!" Sierra snapped angrily. She turned to see who it was—and was shocked to find it was her rival, Alice.

"Well, if it isn't the loser Alice. I heard your family's marrying you off to Carl. Guess you've finally managed to latch onto a rich man! What, now you're trying to seduce someone else here?" Sierra mocked.

She spoke so confidently because for the past few years, she had consistently outperformed Morgan Tech in the business world.

But Alice didn't get angry. Instead, she smiled and gracefully wrapped her arm around Ethan's.

"I'm here with my date," she said calmly. "We're attending Nova Corporation's banquet together."

CHAPTER 5 "You're here for the banquet? With this piece of trash?" Sierra and Marcus burst into loud laughter, drawing the attention of people nearby.

"Please, I know you've spent the past few years trying to get a partnership with Nova," Sierra said smugly. "Too bad—they chose me every single time!"

"You know why that is?" she asked, wrapping her arm around Marcus's proudly. "Because I know who can help me. And you... just look at that garbage beside you. Don't tell me you actually believe he got you that invitation?"

Sierra let out an exaggerated laugh. "You're pathetic, Alice. Truly pitiful! You must've begged someone on your knees to get in, huh? Oh wait—you probably still won't get in."

Alice tilted her head, a slow, amused smile forming. "Don't worry about me. I'm exactly where I need to be."

Sierra rolled her eyes. "Spare me the cryptic lines, sweetheart. This is a Nova Company event, not a street carnival. Only invited names make it through."

"You and Ethan are perfect for each other. He's always been a freeloader, relying on whatever woman is willing to drag him along. And you? You're the underdog startup that'll never break into the big leagues. So desperate to climb that you're pretending you got invited here?" She continued.

Alice's jaw tensed, but her smile never faltered. "It's funny how threatened you sound, Sierra."

Sierra sneered. "Threatened? Don't flatter yourself."

Alice arched a brow. "You're right? Want to make it interesting?"

Sierra's eyes glittered. "Are you challenging me?"

"Let's bet," Alice said smoothly. "Whoever fails to enter tonight kneels right here at the entrance—and admits they were wrong."

A small crowd began to gather at the entrance, sensing drama brewing.

Marcus snorted. "You're seriously betting against Sierra? Her name's on every guest list from here to the capital."

Sierra didn't even hesitate. "Deal. I hope your knees are in good shape."

With that, she flicked her hair, strutted up to the security team, and handed over her diamond-embossed invitation. The guard scanned it once, nodded, and stepped aside.

"Welcome, Miss Sierra. Mr. Marcus," he said politely, gesturing them in.

Sierra turned with a smirk and winked at Alice. "I'll keep the floor warm for you."

Alice's smile stiffened. She reached into her clutch, pulled out her invitation, and handed it to the security guard with confidence.

Alice looked at the arrogant Sierra with growing frustration. She let out a cold snort and handed over her invitation letter—personally delivered to her that morning via express courier from Elsa herself. She was confident there wouldn't be any issues.

However, the security guard took the invitation and frowned.

"Miss, may I have your name?"

"Alice Morgan. My companion is Ethan Storm," Alice replied.

The guard typed in their names, then said sternly, "Sorry, Miss, your names aren't in the system. You'll have to leave."

Sierra and Marcus burst into loud, mocking laughter.

"Alice, I can't believe you'd embarrass yourself like this. Don't tell me you were fooled by that piece of trash next to you?" Sierra sneered. "Did he say he could get you into Nova's banquet?"

Sierra laughed even louder. "And you actually believed him!"

Alice's face turned pale. She looked at Ethan with a trembling voice. "W-What's going on?"

Ethan frowned and gently held her hand, trying to calm her. "Don't worry. I'll call Elsa right now and ask what happened."

"Hahahahaha! Did you all hear that?" Sierra howled with laughter. "He said he's going to call Elsa! Does he think he's someone important? Elsa Logan is an incredibly important figure—why would she take his call?"

"Shut your mouth," Ethan said coldly. "One more word, and I'll be happy to teach you what manners are."

Sierra flinched under Ethan's icy gaze, then bristled with rage. "How dare you talk to me like that, you garbage!"

Just then, a man in a suit rushed out of the banquet hall and called to the security at the entrance.

"Restart the system! Have all guests who just entered step out for a moment!"

"There's been a change to the guest list—we need to update the registrations!"

CHAPTER 6

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder as the man's voice echoed through the grand entrance of the banquet hall.

The security guard stiffened, exchanging a quick glance with his colleague before speaking into his earpiece.

"Copy that. Initiating system reboot."

Sierra's confident smirk faltered as a second guard approached her and Marcus.

"Miss Sierra, Mr. Marcus—we'll need you to step aside for a moment while we refresh the guest registry."

"What?!" Sierra snapped, clearly affronted. "Are you serious? I already got in! My name was verified!"

"I understand, ma'am, but we've been instructed to re-check all entries due to a last-minute update from Nova's director's office. It'll only take a minute."

Alice folded her arms calmly, her expression slowly regaining composure as Sierra and Marcus were gently ushered aside like everyone else.

Ethan took out his phone and tapped rapidly.

Seconds later, the man in the suit, now clearly identified as one of Nova's executive assistants, stepped toward them briskly, holding a tablet.

His eyes scanned the crowd before settling on Alice and Ethan.

"There you are," he said with relief. "Miss Morgan, Mr. Storm—our sincerest apologies. Your names were just added directly by Director Logan herself. The update didn't sync in time."

Sierra's jaw dropped.

"You're—what?"

The assistant didn't even glance her way. He addressed the security guard instead.

"Register them immediately. VIP status. They even have a VIP badge. Escort them inside personally."

"Yes, sir."

Sierra looked like she'd swallowed a lemon. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Marcus just gawked.

Alice turned to Sierra, her voice honeyed with satisfaction. "Looks like my knees are safe tonight."

The crowd, sensing the shift in power, began whispering excitedly. Some even chuckled.

Sierra tried to salvage her pride. "T-this doesn't prove anything! You were just lucky—"

Alice held up a finger. "A bet's a bet, Sierra. You challenged me. You mocked me. And now, well…"

She tilted her head toward the ground. "Time to pay up."

Sierra flushed scarlet, her hands clenched into fists.

"Forget it," Marcus hissed. "This is ridiculous."

But the murmurs around them were growing. Several people were filming now.

Alice's tone dropped, low and dangerous. "Walk away if you want, Sierra. But everyone here will know exactly what that means."

Sierra trembled in rage, but she couldn't move.

She stood there, paralyzed—neither kneeling nor retreating.

The assistant turned politely to Alice again. "Shall I escort you in now, Miss Morgan?"

Alice offered a dazzling smile, slipping her hand into Ethan's. "Please do."

As they walked past Sierra and Marcus, Alice paused for a second and whispered just loud enough, "You were right about one thing, Sierra. Ethan and I are perfect for each other."

Ethan leaned down, adding in a deadly murmur, "Next time you laugh at her, make sure you're not the punchline."

With that, they entered the grand Nova banquet hall, leaving Sierra humiliated, her bet lost, and her pride in pieces.

And the night had only just begun.

CHAPTER 7

Both of them were so shocked—what the hell just happened?

Marcus jumped in, waving his arms. "I'm a senior manager at Nova Corp!"

A captain who was nearby didn't blink. "You were a senior manager."

It was Captain Tanaka, one of the most respected captains at Secret Company.

"Wait, wait, you can't—!" Sierra stammered. "I'm negotiating a big collaboration with your team! This'll ruin everything!"

Ethan finally turned to them. His eyes were calm, unreadable.

"You should've stayed in your lane."

Captain Tanaka snapped his fingers. "Escort them out."

Two guards flanked Sierra and Marcus instantly.

"You'll regret this!" Sierra yelled as she was pulled away. "This isn't over! I'll make calls—you'll see!"

But no one paid attention anymore.

The crowd parted to let Ethan and Alice through, now in complete silence.

As Sierra and Marcus were escorted out of the building, Alice's eyes sparkled with satisfaction.

She leaned toward Sierra, her voice laced with malicious sweetness. "Don't forget to kneel, Sierra. Wouldn't want to miss that part—I'm sure it will be a lovely sight."

Sierra's face twisted in fury, her lips trembling as she bit back the urge to scream.

But the humiliation was too much.

She clenched her fists, her breath coming in sharp, angry bursts. "Marcus, fix this! NOW!" she demanded, her voice tinged with desperation.

Marcus, equally humiliated, pulled out his phone with a sharp motion, frustration burning in his eyes.

He called his boss, Maxime Trent—one of the few who still considered him a valuable asset.

Maxime Trent, a major shareholder, held 5% of Secret Company's stock.

As the phone rang, Sierra paced behind him, muttering under her breath about how everything had gone wrong.

"Boss, it's Marcus," he said as soon as the call connected. "You need to help us out here. I'm with Sierra Scott, and we've been blocked at the gate. You know what this means for the collaboration."

There was a long pause. When Maxime finally spoke, his tone was cool, detached.

"Marcus, don't waste my time. I've got a lot on my plate… but fine. I'll look into it. Hold tight."

The line went dead.

Marcus stared at his phone, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Maxime wasn't the type to drop everything for favors—but Marcus knew Maxime had always been intrigued by Sierra.

That was his wild card.

Marcus's eyes followed Captain Tanaka as he reemerged, walking briskly back toward the entrance.

The captain's stiff posture softened slightly when he noticed Marcus and Sierra.

With a half-smirk, Marcus stepped forward, his voice low and tinged with smugness. "I think we've been treated unfairly. We should be allowed in."

Tanaka's brow furrowed, clearly surprised to see them again. "What are you doing here?" he said firmly. "I thought you were escorted out."

Marcus straightened, pulling out his phone with confidence. "I just got word from Maxime Trent. He says we're allowed in."

At the mention of Maxime's name, Tanaka's expression shifted. CHAPTER 8

As the dinner party of Nova Corp officially commenced, the atmosphere shifted.

The lights dimmed further, and the chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow across the large banquet hall.

Conversations simmered to a low murmur as the elegantly dressed host stepped onto the small platform in front of the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began with a practiced smile, his voice calm yet commanding. "Tonight, we have not one, but two exciting announcements."

Gasps fluttered across the room. All eyes focused on the stage.

The host raised his hand for silence. "First, we will be revealing the ten companies selected for future cooperation with Nova Corp—our most exclusive and competitive partnership program to date."

A ripple of excitement swept through the crowd.

Phones were subtly raised, executives straightened their suits, and whispers of speculation passed from table to table.

He allowed the moment to hang in the air before continuing, "And second… our elusive boss, the founder and soul of Nova Corp, will finally be making a public appearance tonight."

The hall erupted in stunned gasps.

Chairs scraped, someone dropped a glass, and murmurs turned into buzz.

"The mysterious boss?" one woman whispered to her companion. "I thought he never showed his face."

"This is bigger than I thought," muttered a man in a pinstripe suit, adjusting his tie.

Sierra tightened her grip on Marcus's arm, her nails digging into his jacket sleeve.

"Did you hear that?" she whispered sharply. "The boss is actually showing up tonight! This is our chance—I have to meet him."

Marcus let out a low chuckle, eyes scanning the crowd. "Calm down. When he gets here, he's not going to waste time. He'll see through those fakes in a second."

"You really think so?" Sierra leaned closer, her voice rising with excitement.

"I know so," Marcus said confidently. "We just stick to the plan. Let him show up, then we bring up Ethan's badge. Ask him straight up where it came from."

Sierra's eyes gleamed. "And when he finds out it's a fake…"

Marcus smirked. "Ethan's done. Game over."

"I can't wait," Sierra murmured, practically vibrating with anticipation. "Tonight's going to be so satisfying."

Meanwhile, Alice, sitting just a few tables away, rolled her eyes but said nothing.

She sat stiffly in her seat, her fingers clenching her wine glass tighter than necessary.

The host cleared his throat again, this time holding a sleek, black card. "Now, let's begin with the announcement of our ten cooperating companies. Please hold your applause until the end."

The hall fell into a hush, the air thick with anticipation.

"One: Orion Tech Solutions."

"Two: Grandwell Pharmaceuticals."

Sierra grinned. "We're next," she whispered, straightening in her seat.

"Three: SilverByte Security."

"Four: CoreStar Media."

Her smile faltered slightly.

"Five: Zenith Automotive."

"Six: LumaVista Designs."

Sierra's brow twitched. She glanced at Marcus. He gave her a calm, reassuring glance. "Trust me," he murmured, "we'll be on that list."

"Seven: Tiberion Logistics."

"Eight: OceanEdge Development."

Sierra sat straighter, squeezing Marcus's hand. "It has to be now," she whispered, her voice slightly shaky.

"Nine: Halberd Dynamics."

She held her breath.

"And finally, number ten…" The host paused dramatically, letting the anticipation climb.

"—MorganTech."

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Alice's mouth dropped open for a second. She blinked rapidly. "That's… that's us."

Across the room, Sierra's eyes went wide. "What?" she said hoarsely.

Marcus leaned forward, lips parted. "Wait, what did he say?"

The murmurs began immediately.

"Did he say MorganTech?"

"No way… That little company?"

"I thought Sierra's firm was a sure bet."

Alice's expression morphed from shocked to triumphant.

She slowly turned her head toward Sierra's table and met her gaze directly.

Then, with deliberate elegance, she placed down her wine glass and clapped. Loudly. Confidently.

Her smile beamed like the chandelier above.

People began whispering more openly.

"That's Alice's company, right?"

"Didn't Sierra say she already secured the deal?"

"Guess not."

Sierra's jaw clenched. Her smile had vanished.

Her cheeks flushed red as her hands gripped her clutch tight.

"This must be a mistake," she muttered.

But Marcus was speechless, staring at the stage like it had betrayed him personally.

Alice continued clapping, basking in the stunned attention.

Then she raised her glass in a mock-toast across the room, aiming it at Sierra with a smirk that said everything.

CHAPTER 9

Sierra's face turned pale. "What the hell is going on?" she hissed at Marcus, her voice sharp with panic. "You said we were on the list!"

"I—I don't know," Marcus stammered, loosening his tie as sweat beaded at his temple. "This can't be right. Maxime promised—"

Just then, as if summoned by their desperation, Maxime Trent emerged from the side of the banquet hall, striding through the crowd with the confidence of a man who always believed he was in control.

He held a half-filled whiskey glass, swirled the amber liquid lazily, and glanced around as if he hadn't just sent two reputations into freefall.

"Boss!" Marcus blurted out, springing from his seat.

He almost knocked over his chair in his hurry, dragging Sierra with him as he intercepted Maxime midway.

"Boss, what's going on? You told me Sierra's company would be on the list!"

Sierra's heels clicked frantically as she followed, her perfectly painted lips pressed in a thin line.

Maxime blinked, genuinely confused, but his expression smoothed into a casual smile. "Marcus, calm down," he said, patting his shoulder. "There must be some kind of mix-up."

Sierra stepped forward, her voice sharp and trembling. "You told us—my company was on that list. You guaranteed it."

"But we weren't called!" Sierra cried. "MorganTech was! That girl—Alice—she's from there."

Maxime frowned deeply, finally grasping the storm forming. "That's… that doesn't make sense."

Marcus grabbed his sleeve. "Boss, I gave you a lot of support—financial and otherwise—because you said you could get Sierra's company on the list."

Maxime held up a hand. "And I stand by what I said."

He was genuinely confused.

Just yesterday afternoon, he'd seen the final list of cooperating companies while casually chatting with Elsa in her office.

Sierra's company was on it—he was certain.

That was why he'd felt bold enough to assure Marcus and Sierra that she was in.

In reality, Maxime had no authority to modify the cooperation list.

But since he'd seen it in advance and Sierra's company had been included, he had shamelessly lied, telling Marcus that it was he who pulled strings and secured Sierra a spot.

It had earned him support—financial and political—from Marcus, and he had enjoyed the praise.

So when MorganTech's name was read out instead, and not Sierra's, Maxime's smug confidence faltered into genuine alarm.

"Alice's company? MorganTech?" Sierra hissed, still trying to process the public humiliation.

Her eyes darted to where Alice sat—poised and smug, calmly sipping her wine like a queen watching peasants fumble.

Sierra's jaw locked. Her gaze snapped back to Maxime. "It's him," she whispered furiously. "That Ethan guy. He has a supreme badge—he's an impostor! He had to steal it or forge it or something!"

Marcus caught on fast. "That's right!" he added, his voice gaining volume. "He tricked someone—he must have convinced the host to switch the names. Sierra was supposed to be on that list!"

Maxime's mind churned. Ethan. They said he had a badge, hadn't he?

A supreme VIP badge.

But those were nearly impossible to forge.

Unless…

Wait. Maxime's expression darkened.

Ethan had no power to change that list.

But if he had used the badge to manipulate someone… The host? Could he have convinced the host that MorganTech was the rightful partner?

Maxime turned abruptly, cutting through the noise of the banquet hall.

He marched up to the stage, his jaw tight and steps sharp.

"Mr. Laurence," he called out to the host, his tone sharper than before.

The host turned, startled by the interruption.

"Did you make a mistake?" Maxime asked coldly. "Are you sure that was the finalized list? Because the official decision was Sierra's company. Everyone knew it."

The murmurs in the banquet hall surged like a wave.

"What's going on?"

"They made a mistake on the list?"

"I thought this was a professional event—how could they mess that up?"

"Wasn't it ScottCorp company? She bragged about it for weeks!"

"But Alice Morgan clapped like she knew she'd win…"

"Is someone cheating their way in?"

The host's face turned an alarming shade of red.

He stepped forward, clutching his cue cards. "Mr. Trent," he said firmly, voice echoing through the hall, "this is the official list given to me this morning. It was finalized by the executive office—I had no authority to alter it."

"You're sure it wasn't changed? Not even last-minute?" Maxime pressed.

"No, sir. The document I received was already printed, signed, and sealed. The list you heard was the original one."

A heavy silence fell.

Maxime's brows furrowed. That means someone interfered before the list even reached the host.

"Someone clearly did something," Maxime muttered. "And I think it's this guy, Ethan! Alice wasn't even supposed to attend. Neither of them were on the guest list."

Gasps rippled through the hall.

"What? They weren't invited?"

"Then how did they get in?"

"That's sketchy…"

"I bet they sneaked in and rigged the whole thing."

"Call security!"

The tension cracked.

Several uniformed security personnel rushed forward, surrounding Ethan and Alice's table.

Guests craned their necks, some standing to get a better view.

Phones were subtly raised, trying to capture footage.

Ethan rose slowly, pushing back his chair with measured calm.

His eyes narrowed, and his hand instinctively moved to shield Alice as he stepped forward.

"What's the meaning of this?" he asked coolly, but the guards moved in without answering.

Alice's eyes widened. "Ethan—"

"Don't move," a guard warned, approaching with handcuffs.

"Hold it!"

A sharp, commanding voice echoed through the hall.

A woman stood near the entrance, dressed in an elegant midnight-blue gown, her heels clicking authoritatively as she stepped forward.

Her eyes, sharp as glass, cut through the room as she addressed the security.

"Stand down," she said again, louder this time. "Do not touch him."

The guards hesitated. So did Maxime.

The woman reached the edge of the stage and calmly turned toward the host. "There is no mistake with the list. MorganTech belongs on it." CHAPTER 10

Everyone turned toward the voice.

A collective gasp rippled across the hall.

It was Elsa Logan—the icy, elegant CEO of Nova Corp—standing tall in her midnight-blue gown, her posture commanding and her gaze razor-sharp.

The hem of her dress trailed like dark silk smoke as she walked down the aisle, her heels tapping a warning with every step.

Maxime Trent's face turned ghost-white.

Why is she here? he panicked internally.

Elsa had no official title or shares in the parent corporation, but everyone in the company knew one chilling truth: she was the only one with a direct line to the mysterious boss—the real power behind the empire.

Maxime wouldn't dare offend her.

"Miss L-Logan," he stammered, trying to maintain his composure. "I—I didn't know you were attending tonight…"

Elsa didn't spare him a glance.

She addressed the host once more, her voice clear and sharp. "There was no mistake. MorganTech belongs on the list. That was my decision."

Murmurs surged again, confused and louder this time.

Sierra's eyes narrowed.

She didn't recognize this woman and wasn't about to back down.

"Who the hell do you think you are, mouthing off in front of Mr. Maxime!" she snapped, striding forward. "You're not on the board. You don't speak for the organizers or the host! On what basis do you say—" To her, Maxime was the highest authority in Nova Corp—she had no idea who Elsa was.

SMACK!

Hearing Sierra’s foolish words, Maxime’s expression darkened, and Marcus’s face turned deathly pale. Enraged, he raised his hand and slapped Sierra hard across the face.

“Ah!” Sierra screamed, collapsing to the floor. Clutching her cheek, she stared at Marcus in shock and fear. “You… you’re insane! Why the hell did you hit me?”

Marcus’s expression was grim. Without sparing her another glance, he quickly bowed to Elsa. “I’m sorry, Miss Logan! This woman is out of her mind—she has no idea who you really are!please forgive her. She didn’t know. She’s ignorant—I sincerely apologize!”

Sierra shrieked, “Marcus, are you out of your damn mind? You actually bowed to this bitch? Don’t tell me her status outranks Mr. Maxime’s?”

Marcus turned back and slapped Sierra again, even harder. “You blind fool! This is Miss Elsa Logan, the Chief Executive Officer of Nova Corp! She’s the only one who has direct contact with Nova’s mysterious boss! If you want to die, don’t drag us down with you!”

Sierra froze in disbelief. She had never imagined that this young, beautiful woman standing before her was actually the CEO of Nova Group.

Sierra blinked rapidly, her pride burning hotter than her cheek. But the moment she saw Elsa’s emotionless stare, a chill ran down her spine. Even the guards had stepped back.“…I-I’m sorry,” Sierra mumbled, bowing her head. “I didn’t mean any disrespect.”Elsa finally looked at her, her voice as cold as marble. “You’ve been loud enough for everyone to remember your face tonight. Be grateful we aren’t revising the guest list mid-event.”Maxime stepped forward nervously, trying to salvage his reputation. “Miss Logan, I… I truly didn’t mean to meddle. I was just trying to ensure everything went smoothly. If I crossed a line—”“You did cross it,” Elsa interrupted flatly. “You saw a list yesterday. That was a draft. The final decision wasn’t yours to see, nor to use for your gain.”Maxime began to sweat profusely, gulping. “I understand. I apologize. I’ll accept any consequence…”Elsa turned away from him, clearly done. She raised a hand, signaling the host to calm the murmuring crowd.“Let me remind everyone,” she said, “the cooperation list was finalized through the internal council and delivered directly from the boss himself. No one else has the authority to question it.”

“So… Morgan Tech is the partner we’ve chosen, not some no-name company,” Elsa said lightly, casting a faint glance at the disheveled Sierra.

“Damn, who would’ve thought Morgan Tech had such powerful backing? I thought Sierra had connections, but turns out her so-called background is just Marcus Lang—what a joke…”

“She thought cozying up to some mid-level Nova manager made her untouchable. What an idiot…”

Hearing the mocking voices around her, Sierra’s face twisted. Faced with so much scorn, she didn’t dare talk back. Instead, she cursed furiously in her heart.

“You sycophantic bastards! When you thought I’d secure a deal with Nova Group, you couldn’t lick my boots fast enough. Now you all dare to mock me? Just wait. The moment I connect with Nova Corp's mysterious boss, I’ll make every last one of you go bankrupt!”

A sickly smile crept across her face at the thought.

“Shit, is this woman really insane? She’s still smiling at a time like this?”

“Alright, everyone, quiet down!” Elsa frowned, silencing the crowd. “I’ve just received word—the company’s mysterious boss is here at tonight’s banquet. He’ll be meeting all of you in person!”

The boss?He’s here?

The room erupted in gasps. Even Sierra scrambled to pull out a mirror, frantically covering the cheek Marcus had slapped red.

She straightened up, smoothing her dress. Her eyes gleamed with sudden hope. Even if I lost the partnership slot… if I can meet him, charm him… Her lips curled in a small, triumphant smile.

“I can’t wait to see him! He must be incredibly handsome! I swear, I’ll find a way to marry him!” one woman gushed.

“The mysterious boss of Nova Corp… I’ve heard he’s quite old. Otherwise, how could he have amassed such a fortune? His wealth must rival the city’s top families!”

“No way. The real tycoons of the city didn’t show up tonight, and they’re worth billions. But this mysterious boss must still have assets in the tens of billions—he’s far above the likes of us.”

“Quiet, everyone!” Elsa raised her voice. “Now, let us welcome Nova’s mysterious boss with the warmest applause!”

Thunderous clapping filled the hall. People craned their necks in every direction, eager to see who the mysterious boss truly was.

Amid the ovation, Ethan slowly rose to his feet. With a calm, expressionless face, he walked toward the podium.

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The email hit Ethan’s inbox at 10:37 p.m.

Subject line: “Stop calling, your wife is busy.”

Fingers hovering over the keyboard, he felt the first chill crawl up his spine. He’d called Sierra twelve times. No answer. Now this. With a single click, the video began playing—obscene sounds filling the penthouse silence. A woman, half-naked, moaning on a desk. Then the camera shifted. That tattoo. Moonflower ink on her lower back. Only he and Sierra knew its meaning.

His blood turned to ice.

This wasn’t fake. It was her office. Their photo still sat beside the monitor. And the man—Marcus Lang. The so-called “business partner” she’d mentioned last week.

Ethan shut the video off, hands trembling. Before he could breathe, the front door slammed open.

Sierra staggered in, drunk, heels in hand. “You’re still up? God, Ethan, you have one job—keep the house clean and not be in my way.”

He stood, voice colder than the marble floor beneath them. “Where were you?”

She rolled her eyes. “Working. Unlike you, I actually contribute.”

Without a word, he turned his laptop around and pressed play.

Her face drained of color.

When the video ended, she snapped, “Did you hack Marcus?! We should trust each other!”

“I never said the man was Marcus,” he replied calmly. “You did.”

Panic flickered in her eyes—then defiance.

“So what? Maybe if you weren’t so dull, I wouldn’t need a real man.”

Something inside him cracked.

“Enough.” His voice cut through the air. “I want a divorce.”

She laughed. “Divorce? Without me, who funds your little life? You’re pathetic.”

“I don’t want your money,” he said. “Just out.”

She sneered. “Fine. But don’t go around saying you were my husband. I can’t afford that embarrassment.”

Ethan walked to the bedroom, returned with papers already signed.

She read them, grinned, signed carelessly. “Don’t forget—after this, you don’t exist.”

He tucked the documents away. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want anyone to know I ever married someone like you. It’s the biggest disgrace of my life.”

She lunged forward—but he was already walking out.

The night air hit his face as he stepped outside.

No look back.

Not at the house.

Not at her.

Then—tires screeched softly. A sleek black car pulled up.

The door opened.

A woman stepped out—elegant, poised, radiant.

She bowed slightly, voice soft but sincere.

“Excuse me, Sir…”