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A luxurious villa in Estresa stood on the mountainside, offering a breathtaking view of the sea. Both the exterior and the interior of the villa were captivating. Lilian sat back on a black leather sofa, her long black hair cascading down her back. With a mysterious smile on her face, she slowly swirled the red wine in her glass.
A man, slightly disheveled, wearing a shirt and tie, knelt on the floor in front of her, holding a laptop with both hands.
“Miss Perkins, J has received the file we sent him,” the man said cautiously.
Lilian didn’t respond immediately. She simply raised the glass to her lips and took a sip, her eyes narrowing in pleasure.
“I know,” she said after a moment, her voice laced with amusement.
“I’m not blind. Of course, I saw it. I’m just waiting for his reply.” She stared intently at the man, as if scrutinizing every detail of his face. The man, clearly intimidated, forced a smile, trying to hide his nervousness.
Suddenly, Lilian spoke with disdain.
“How stupid are you to say such useless things? I wonder how someone with such a handsome face can be such an idiot.”
A flash of malice gleamed in Lilian’s eyes, and the man’s hands trembled slightly.
The Perkins family was a name that commanded both respect and fear in Estresa. Their power was like a silent storm—unseen, yet deeply felt. It was rumored that their roots traced back to the underworld, and their influence extended far beyond Estresa’s borders, reaching into neighboring countries.
Lilian Perkins, the only daughter of the formidable head of the Perkins family, had grown up under the shadow of power and privilege. From a young age, she had demonstrated boldness and assertiveness. She had a penchant for handsome men, yet her interest in them was fleeting, as her unpredictable nature made it impossible for anyone to hold her attention for long.
The man before her now sought money for his family, and in a moment of vulnerability, he had approached her. However, it didn’t take long for him to realize the price of that decision. His fear of her deepened every day. But, unfortunately, he couldn’t walk away.
Lilian was strong-willed, and she vented her anger at the slightest provocation. Though she would have someone treat his injuries afterward, the bruises from her blows were always too real.
While the man was consumed by fear, wondering what might happen to him this time, Lilian suddenly turned her attention to the computer screen, a look of surprise crossing her face.
“What does J mean?” she murmured to herself.
J replied to her message, agreeing to cooperate but expressing a desire to renegotiate the resources.
Lilian’s eyes gleamed with determination as she stared at the computer screen, her mind spinning with strategies. She was keenly aware of her ambition — claiming the top spot in this year’s NCI competition was her ultimate goal.
She had already collaborated with people she knew on the list, but she was still a long way off from the top position. The Perkins family’s name carried weight, but there were still others in the NCI competition whom she couldn’t easily handle. So, she had set her sights on those who were capable but lacked influence.
J was a lucrative opportunity she had eyed from the start. With J’s achievements, securing the number-one spot would be within her grasp.
Due to the NCI competition’s rules, Lilian could only exchange resources with J. The conditions she proposed were the shares in an unpromising company within NCI.
It was worth noting that while this particular company didn’t hold much promise in the virtual software realm, it was a solid asset for Lilian in the real world.
As long as J agreed to sell off their shares in the virtual world to support Lilian’s company, she could hand over this business to J—someone with no prior connections—to manage in the real world.
For J, it would be a golden platform to showcase their talents, while Lilian could gain recognition in the virtual world and, in reality, have a competent person under her control. This arrangement would also ensure that J felt indebted to her. Additionally, Lilian’s father would be proud, her social reputation would soar… In many ways, she stood to gain quite a lot from the deal.
However, these benefits, tempting as they might seem to someone inexperienced in the real world, came across as thinly veiled manipulation to Isabella. Lilian’s words and the draft contract revealed everything Isabella needed to know: Lilian was overbearing to a fault. To Isabella, the supposed “cooperation” felt less like a favor and more like a subtle threat—a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.
Unfazed, she tapped her slender fingers against the keyboard and stated her demands.
J said, “I can sell the shares, but I want the development rights to Fisher Bay.”
“Are you sure?” Lilian asked.
“Yes. Do you agree?” J confirmed.
Lilian hesitated. Suspicion flickered in her eyes. Was J truly this naive? Lilian, who had accompanied her father to countless negotiation tables since she was a child, had never seen anyone willingly reduce their own benefit instead of clawing for more.
Lilian didn’t answer right away. Her wine glass paused mid-swirl.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that J had ulterior motives. Yet, Fisher Bay’s value had plummeted during the initial stages of the NCI competition.
Back then, a virtual government policy to add a port had turned Fisher Bay into a hotspot. Enthusiasts eagerly invested their first earnings, and Lilian had followed the trend, albeit with limited liquid assets.
Her holdings were modest compared to others, leaving her frustrated. However, Fisher Bay’s skyrocketing demand pushed the government to reject its development policy.
Leaving investors trapped in a financial mess, Fisher Bay’s collapse was a cruel twist of fate. By sheer luck, Lilian’s limited funds spared her from the fallout.
Those who had amassed substantial capital in the beginning were considered the cr?me de la cr?me of the industry. Yet, their fortune was undone by pure bad luck. Lilian, however, found herself with more financial resources and fewer rivals. Seizing the opportunity, she rose to become the third-ranked star of the industry.
Analysts consistently predicted that Fisher Bay would never recover, leaving Lilian to question J’s intentions. Was J trying to curry favor?
Despite her reservations, Lilian recognized that selling her shares in Fisher Bay would help recover frozen funds, which ultimately worked to her advantage.
After careful consideration, Lilian agreed.
“Okay, Mr. J, it’s a pleasure doing business with you,” Lilian said, offering a faint smile.
J replied, “Likewise.”
As Lilian exited the chat, a sly glint sparkled in Isabella’s eyes, making her look like a cunning fox.
Fisher Bay was the next project she had her sights set on. Ordinarily, securing its development rights would have required a great deal of effort, but with Lilian’s unexpected offer, Isabella had managed to wrap it up effortlessly.
Andrew, who had been silently observing the negotiation, knew Isabella had her own plans. Still, he couldn’t help but issue a warning.
“You need to be careful working with Lilian. She’s not someone to cross—she holds grudges.”
Isabella shot him a reassuring look, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. She reached out, pinched his sharp chin, and chuckled.
“Don’t worry. She doesn’t even know who I am. To her, I’m just a regular student.”
“Well, you’re the smartest.”
A warm smile spread across Andrew’s face. He leaned in closer, allowing her to toy with his features.
Isabella felt a wave of contentment seeing Andrew’s loyalty, which only added to her amusement. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his face.
“Andrew, I think I like you a little more again.”
After the kiss, Isabella pouted and wrapped her arms around Andrew’s neck, refusing to let go, as if she couldn’t get enough of his comforting, warm, and woody scent.
Seeing her clinginess, Andrew’s dark eyes softened, and a smile tugged at his lips. In that moment, he thought his efforts had finally paid off. He had finally managed to capture her interest. He whispered in a low, affectionate tone, “Well, I’m honored.”
In the early morning, the sun peeked through the window, its soft golden rays landing gently on Evie’s face. The warmth stirred her from sleep, and as she opened her eyes, she realized she’d forgotten to draw the curtains the night before. She had been too exhausted after returning late to bother with it.
Now that she was awake, she decided there was no point in trying to fall back asleep. With no pressing plans for the day, Evie figured she’d enjoy a much-needed day of rest at home.
Emerging from her room, she headed to the refrigerator, only to find a dismal selection of eggs and yogurt, with the fruit looking far from fresh. The housekeeper, who had left due to personal reasons, hadn’t been replaced yet, and Evie hadn’t made any effort to hire someone new. This left her with the frustrating reality of not even having a proper breakfast.
Resigned, she changed into something casual, intent on heading out to grab some breakfast. However, stepping out of the villa, she froze in surprise—Waylon’s car was there again.
Evie hesitated, unsure whether to keep walking or go back inside. Waylon had been coming here every morning. Sometimes, even when he knew she wasn’t home, he’d linger, hoping she might show up. Today, he glanced at his watch, ready to leave, but when he looked up, he saw Evie standing there.
Without hesitation, Waylon stepped out of the car. His eyes scanned her casual outfit before he asked, “You don’t have work today?”
Evie didn’t know how to deal with Waylon. Every time they met, she rejected him, but he acted as if it didn’t bother him. He always came back.
“If you don’t speak, I’ll take that as I’m right,” Waylon said.
“By the way, have you eaten breakfast?”
Evie saw this as an easy excuse to slip away. She shook her head.
“I was just about to go get some.”
As she turned to leave, Waylon caught the edge of her sleeve but quickly let go, realizing his mistake.
“You don’t need to go. I brought breakfast for you. Beef steaks, hot cocoa, and…”
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