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3 Chapters
Chapter 7 Her Most Trusted Fellow img
Chapter 8 Her Past img
Chapter 9 Unexpected Events img
Chapter 10 Visitors img
Chapter 11 Territory img
Chapter 12 A Real Combat img
Chapter 13 He's Here To Pursue Me img
Chapter 14 Are You Sure You Don't Have A Secret Crush img
Chapter 15 A Private Conversation img
Chapter 16 A Single Piece In A Much Bigger Puzzle img
Chapter 17 A Visit To Hobson img
Chapter 18 Vincent's Adopted Daughter img
Chapter 19 Family Dinner img
Chapter 20 Hobson's Sudden Interest img
Chapter 21 To Unwind img
Chapter 22 I'm Very Satisfied img
Chapter 23 Mr. Wright Is Here img
Chapter 24 Deliberate Provocation img
Chapter 25 They Are Trapped img
Chapter 26 The Only Escape img
Chapter 27 Unconsciousness img
Chapter 28 Leave As Soon As Possible img
Chapter 29 Curiosity img
Chapter 30 Erik's Death img
Chapter 31 The Determination To Win img
Chapter 32 How Could Kellan Possibly Be In A Place Like This img
Chapter 33 The First img
Chapter 34 How Could He Feel This Way About This Young Man img
Chapter 35 Why Are You Getting Close To Me img
Chapter 36 Island Survival img
Chapter 37 Fight For Food img
Chapter 38 Kellan Was Not Dying Here. img
Chapter 39 Treat His Wound img
Chapter 40 He Stayed Alive img
Chapter 41 The Winner img
Chapter 42 Sneak img
Chapter 43 Meeting img
Chapter 44 The Only Way To Escape img
Chapter 45 Opposite Sides img
Chapter 46 Transfer Order img
Chapter 47 What Avery Would Do Next img
Chapter 48 True Freedom img
Chapter 49 Attend Mayor's Daughter's Birthday Party img
Chapter 50 Marriage Alliance With The Garcia family img
Chapter 51 Forgotten Memories img
Chapter 52 Pauline's Invitation img
Chapter 53 Why Was Avery Here ! img
Chapter 54 Colleen's Thoughts img
Chapter 55 Colleen's Accusation img
Chapter 56 Colleen's Past img
Chapter 57 Quincey Thorpe img
Chapter 58 They're Both After A Man img
Chapter 59 Investigation img
Chapter 60 A Tool img
Chapter 61 Sneak Again img
Chapter 62 Private Commission img
Chapter 63 Discover Nothing img
Chapter 64 A Golden Opportunity img
Chapter 65 Orville's Work Notes img
Chapter 66 Don't Forget The Responsibilities You Bear! img
Chapter 67 Kellan's Rejection img
Chapter 68 Threat img
Chapter 69 He Agreed img
Chapter 70 Police Intervention img
Chapter 71 Meeting With Night Falcon img
Chapter 72 Intentions img
Chapter 73 Eliminate Kellan img
Chapter 74 Search Yields No Results img
Chapter 75 We Wait img
Chapter 76 The Polygraph Specialist img
Chapter 77 He Wasn't The Murderer img
Chapter 78 Kellan's Suspicion img
Chapter 79 I Will Deal With You Myself img
Chapter 80 His Purpose img
Chapter 81 Did He Truly Have No Interest In Women img
Chapter 82 Colleen's Intervention img
Chapter 83 Kellan Already Has Someone Else In His Heart img
Chapter 84 He Likes Men img
Chapter 85 A Convenient Excuse img
Chapter 86 A Hard Lesson img
Chapter 87 Entering The Stewart Mansion img
Chapter 88 Vincent's Accusation img
Chapter 89 Survey The Estate img
Chapter 90 Being Kellan's Future Wife img
Chapter 91 Colleen's Determination img
Chapter 92 Whose Biological Father Was Hobson img
Chapter 93 He Craved Clarity With Desperate Urgency! img
Chapter 94 Vent His Anger img
Chapter 95 It Is All Your Fault img
Chapter 96 Kellan's Tolerance Of Avery img
Chapter 97 Feeling Shy img
Chapter 98 Colleen's Eager Approach img
Chapter 99 Failed Allure img
Chapter 100 What Truth Was Avery Concealing img
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Chapter 3 Are You Throwing Yourself At Me

Rising nine stories above the city, the Laurel Club reserved its top floor exclusively for Kellan Wright, the leader of Horizon Group, who treated it as both his personal office and private retreat and rarely bothered returning to his villa.

Among the upper circles of Wruosas, the Laurel Club was spoken of with open envy, yet its doors never welcomed outsiders.

Outside her assigned room, Avery swiped her key card again and again, and each attempt was answered with an irritating beep. She clicked her tongue, lifted her gaze toward the surveillance camera above, and let a faint smile curve her lips.

Without waiting another second, she drove her foot into the door, striking it repeatedly until the frame warped and the lock finally gave way with a dull snap.

The card was flicked aside as she muttered, "What a pain."

She shrugged out of her black leather jacket, loosened the collar at her throat, and slipped off her shoes before crossing the room barefoot toward the bed. Beyond the glass, mist clung to the night sky, and scattered stars glimmered faintly through the haze.

Her eyes landed on the ornate pack of cigarettes resting on the table, and she drew one out before taking a long sniff as her thoughts drifted backward in time.

Two years ago, she had spoken her vow with unwavering resolve. "To fight crime and defend the lawful rights of citizens, I will bury my identity and walk among the enemy. No matter the cost, I will uphold justice and the law."

Time had passed faster than she ever expected, and two years vanished like a breath.

A sharp click at the door shattered her reflection. Her hand moved beneath the pillow on instinct, but it found nothing there, and she froze for several seconds as tension crept into her spine.

For a split second, Avery forgot where she was, mistaking the space for her quiet villa on the outskirts instead of a high end suite inside Laurel Club.

Reality snapped back just as fast. The door was already compromised, and anyone could enter without obstacles.

She shot to her feet, muscles coiled tight, every nerve alert like a predator sensing danger.

In the darkness, a man walked in, his face remaining unrecognizable. Heavy footsteps crossed the wooden floor with purpose, each step slow, controlled, and deliberate.

Positioned in the corner, Avery held her breath and waited. The instant he moved close enough, she surged forward and clamped a hand around his throat, but the advantage vanished in a blink as he countered with brutal speed.

Air was cut off as his grip closed around her neck, and heat rushed to her face while she clawed at his fingers in panic. Strength drained from her limbs no matter how hard she struggled, and she could not force him to loosen his hold.

Her sight began to smear and blur, shapes dissolving into haze as if her thoughts were being torn apart by a violent gust.

Even so, surrender never crossed her mind. She still had a mission to finish.

Pain exploded through her senses as she bit down on her finger, and the sharp jolt dragged her awareness back from the edge.

Without thinking, she slipped off her cufflinks and swung her free hand upward, driving the sharpened edge toward his chest.

He twisted aside at the last moment and released her throat, and Avery collapsed onto the floor, sucking in air before throwing herself forward again.

Light flooded the room all at once, and a wave of black suited bodyguards rushed in through the doorway, filling the space in seconds.

"Enough. Back off!" the leader shouted to Avery.

Avery halted in place and swept her gaze across the figures in front of her, measuring every movement with guarded focus.

Standing closest was a man wrapped in a black silk robe that hung loosely from his frame, the fabric barely secured at his waist and exposing pale skin that stood in stark contrast to Avery's sun darkened tone.

Authority clung to him without effort. His eyes cut sharp and intent like a predator locking onto prey, and his tall frame filled the room with a pressure that was impossible to ignore.

Lifting her chin, Avery met his stare head on and asked evenly, "Who are you?"

Silence answered her at first, and his expression remained distant, stripped of any warmth.

Outrage erupted from the leader as he barked, "Watch your tone. Our boss owes you no explanation. Get on your knees!"

Avery spat blood onto the floor, chuckling coldly. "Who do you think you are, breaking into my room and demanding I surrender?" Then she turned to Kellan, the man in the robe. "Handsome, you are really enjoying the power trip, aren't you?"

Kellan was wondering about the faint, unfamiliar scent he had smelled as he grabbed Avery's neck. The sensation had frozen him in place for a heartbeat. He had believed for years that his senses had dulled beyond recovery.

Hearing such a bold, careless tone come from the attacker standing before him only deepened his irritation.

He dropped the disinfectant wipe from his hand and spoke in a calm, icy voice. "You do not need my name. All you need to understand is that provoking me is a mistake you will regret."

The nerve of this man was almost impressive. A crooked smile tugged at Avery's mouth as a dangerous glint surfaced in her eyes, and her fingers closed more firmly around the cufflink in her hand.

What looked like an ordinary accessory was actually a custom folding blade, built to disable quickly rather than kill.

The slight shift did not escape Kellan's notice. His gaze sharpened, and one brow lifted with mild interest as he said, "Still not surrendering?"

A short laugh slipped from Avery as she tilted her head. "You wish!"

Her expression hardened without warning. In the same breath, her wrist snapped forward, and the blade shot from her hand toward Kellan's throat, fast enough to draw startled gasps from everyone in the room.

But he just stepped aside with lazy precision, letting the weapon skim past his hair before it struck the wall behind him and dropped to the floor with a metallic ring.

Before Avery could fully register what happened, Kellan was already at her back, and the cold press of a compact gun settled against her head.

Even with the barrel kissing her hair, she turned her head slightly and looked at him with open disdain. A short scoff followed, saying, "I already told you this is my room. Showing up uninvited this late. What, are you throwing yourself at me?"

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