Chapter One
As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious. The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere. "Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late." She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul. "Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight." Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed. "Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here." Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated. "I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here." Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night." Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight. Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder. "I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle. Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor. "Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight." "Why?" Emily asked subconsciously. Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up." When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass. In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.
Chapter Two
In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.
It was Draco.
"Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.
"How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.
Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"
The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.
"Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.
"You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.
"Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.
Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."
"The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.
Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.
Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."
As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.
Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.
Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.
"Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.
"Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."
Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.
Chapter Three
Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.
When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.
The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.
"She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.
"I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."
Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.
"Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.
The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.
"I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"
Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.
"Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.
Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.
She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"
Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."
Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.
"So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.
Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."
Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.
It was Draco.
He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."
Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."
Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.
The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.
Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."
She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.
Chapter Four
As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.
That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.
"Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."
Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."
Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"
Emily froze. "What do you mean?"
"The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."
A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.
Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"
The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.
"Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.
Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.
Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."
She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.
As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.
Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.
Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.
As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.
Chapter Five
The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.
One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.
'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'
"Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."
Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"
Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."
"What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.
"There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."
Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.
"You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"
Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"
Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.
"Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"
She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."
When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.
"My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."
Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."
"She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."
The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.
"The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."
As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.
Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"
But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.
"It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."
In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.
Chapter 1
Claire Johnson climbed the stairs, her eight-month-old belly making each step difficult. She held onto the railing, anxious to get back to her room and pick up her labor and delivery records.
As she walked past her mother, Helen Green's room, she could faintly hear the sound of conversation coming from inside.
"Mom, is Claire out?"
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It was the voices of her mother and sister Anna Johnson, and they were talking about themselves?
Curious, Claire moved closer to the doorway to hear more. At that moment, Helen's voice came out, clear and urgent.
"Is everything done?"
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A smug laugh followed.
"Claire would never have guessed that when I drugged her and sent her to that guy's bed, she thought she was just drunk, it's a crying shame, she's as stupid as her dead mother."
Anna chimed in, "If that old man hadn't been protecting her, we would have dealt with her long ago, why bother, what an old fart ......"
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Claire's heart sank to the bottom in an instant. How could her mother possibly be the murderer of her own mother? The blood in her body seemed to be boiling, she covered her mouth, resisted the urge to rush into the room, and turned around to leave.
She wanted to tell her grandfather, she wanted to put Helen in jail. However, she tripped over a vase in the hallway and made a small sound.
Helen and Anna hear the noise and, with a sense of urgency, open the door. They see Claire struggling to get to the stairs, clumsy because of her pregnancy.
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Claire disgustedly avoided her, vigilantly distanced herself from her, her body slightly shivering, panic and fear in her eyes, as if she was looking at a criminal of the most heinous crimes. This reaction confirmed Helen's suspicions.
Seeing that Claire already knew the truth, Helen no longer hide, showed a sinister smile: "Xiao Lian, I am pregnant with a child. Don't get excited, if you hurt the baby in your belly, no one will look good."
This apparent concern, in fact, is a naked threat, using Claire's baby to blackmail her.
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She wanted to tell her grandfather right away, to make Helen pay for her mother's death.
As she sees Claire walking away, Helen casts a wicked look at Anna, who immediately realizes her intentions and follows Claire quietly. When Claire reaches the stairway, Anna gives her a push.
"Ah ......"
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The strong smell of blood quickly spread in the air.
"Well ......"
Claire was in cold sweat from the pain, desperately trying to get up, but she couldn't even use a single ounce of strength, after a feeble struggle, she finally fainted in the darkness.
..N..X..
In the emergency room of the hospital, Claire was lying on the operating table covered with blood, the stomach cramps like a blender in her body, the pain made her whole body trembling, cold sweat ......
In a haze, she saw several red figures swaying in front of her eyes. Tears flowed freely, she wanted to scream for help, beg for help for her child, but could not even say a word, all words can only swallow back.
At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind -
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Suddenly, a burst of hot and humid from the side of the body, like something desperately drilling out, and soon the entire operating table are stained with blood .......
In a daze, she vaguely heard the doctor's words: "too late, the child did not save, really a poor baby boy, simply heartbreaking ......".
Chapter 2
Four years later.
In the VIP room of the Palace Hotel, five women sit together in a relaxed and intimate atmosphere.
"Come on, let's celebrate Claire's return! Without Claire's efforts, Empire Group would never have made it to the top 100 in Metropolis. We're going to continue to work hard to replace Johnson Corporation as the premier leader in the Metropolis jewelry industry." One of the women, in her mid-forties, with short shoulder-length hair and smartly dressed, is Helen Green, one of Empire Group's partners.
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Claire's long, slightly curly chestnut-colored hair was tied into a high ponytail, and the corners of her cherry-colored lips were slightly upturned. Although she was dressed in a simple professional outfit, she exuded a stylish and lazy temperament.
"Happy cooperation." She slightly raised her glass, and drank the red wine in the highball glass.
Immediately, everyone exchanged pleasantries, and then began to discuss business while eating.
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Claire narrowed her eyes, a cold glint in her amber eyes.
Jessica Lowe--
Lucas Lowe's own sister, and Anna Johnson's future sister-in-law.
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Four years ago, Lucas, who is unmarried, suddenly has a son, whose birth mother is Anna.
The two Lowe family members dote on their new grandson, even throwing him a lavish billion-dollar full moon party.
Anna, as one of the most important people in the family, was then engaged to Lucas. But in the past four years, they have not been able to enter the marriage hall.
N!eviejrthel(eIss,, VthQaCnnks Yto AnFnam'sZ MfYaémfijl*y !hniNshtoGry, ztfhée 'JohAnsaonb gCWorpÉozraVtions hasC rcispent lth_rhouZgTh thAeq Metruoóp^olisw raDnksS toZ Lb,ecéoXmbeI conteH Uolf. tcheI topb ten bfwaumfiZlOi,eBsR wiInV Metrovp*oltiHs.
Seeing that Claire didn't say anything, Helen carefully added: "However, considering the Lowe family's position in Metropolis, there are many people who want to fight for this project, and you're just one of the invitees, and the Johnson Corporation is also among them. Whether or not we end up working together depends on the individual's ability."
At this point, Helen was afraid that Claire would be upset, and hurriedly said, "I believe that with your ability, you will definitely be able to take this project. This will not only establish a relationship with Lowe's family, but also put pressure on Anna."
Claire smiled faintly, her wine glass gently clinked with Helen's: "Of course, this project, I am determined to get it."
SIhze d!idn'tH qjus.t ÉwDantQ tbhis pSroOjeuct,Y sahe wanteId Re_vte(ryTtuh'iKng sAnFnja jhaSdk.
If it wasn't for Anna, her son wouldn't have died at birth, and she wouldn't have even been able to see him.
And Anna's son is heir to the biggest family in Metropolis, for what?
In order to replace Johnson Corporation, Claire had devoted her life to founding the Empire Group, which had won numerous awards and made a name for itself as a leader in the jewelry industry.
AsÉ Bfor Avnvnag--
She's going to make Anna feel what it's like to lose everything.
In the middle of the meal, Claire drinks a little too much and gets up to go to the bathroom.
Just out of the bathroom, she saw a small figure looking around in the corridor, the child is about four or five years old, delicate features, as cute as a small model, black and white eyes are very eye-catching.
CHlja_i'rAe frownweXd,Z YqvuiAc)kly_ UwyaKlkaerdd towgards, zt&h^e tc'hQildi:! t"Candy_,S Zwhkyj a)rem zy&ouP hHeyr!e?f ADAijdn'Ltw I Ktelól you kaGndk (yRoQuTrK s_iisvtbewrH ton wuaCi)tR f)osrQ me at^ ÉhGo*meG? 'ICt'zs! Md*aUnwgSeSrokus CfGoVr) yoVu two rzupnH pout xaloanWe!Q Wher'e Vi.s myU CsAiésltÉer?"
Lucas Lowe's son Candy's face was grave, his pink lips pursed, looking very mature and cold: "Your tricks are outdated!"
Claire didn't react for a moment, and froze for a split second: "What?"
Candy said coldly, "You've got to give up, my father won't like a woman like you who doesn't love herself."
BxeÉforeT thweK words letfnt hrerf mozu&tóh,g MCanSdfy hadP alTr(eaÉdyk tuXrn_ed a.rCouln$dP Ua^nÉd GrgannY awgayH.
Claire stood in shock, her mind was blank, Candy had already disappeared around the corner.
"Heh ......" she gasped and laughed.
She didn't expect her son to not only sneak out, but also accuse her of not loving herself to her face.
Litthleé gYuy, reallxy Dmor)e aaindÉ jmorce skinny?H
But on second thought, I felt something was wrong.
Candy has always been known for mischief, usually see her will jump into her arms, full of intimacy and naughty.
However, today he looks so serious, like a different person as ......
Chapter 3
Claire Johnson catches up with Brian Lowe and scoops him off the ground into her arms.
"What are you doing? Put me down." Brian Lowe's tiny eyebrows were knitted together, his face full of alarm.
Seeing his nervous look, Claire Johnson not only didn't get angry, on the contrary, excitedly kissed him on the face: "Brat, I really love you this size of the human appearance, too cute ......"
"Yowur é..N...U."
Inexplicably was robbed cheap, Brian Lowe to gasp, is about to explode, Claire Johnson but a press him into the arms: "My business is also finished, I go in and say hello to them, and then and you a piece of home."
Brian Lowe's face turned red with shame.
He was about to resist, when a faint scent filled his nose. He was slightly startled, and inhaled greedily. This flavor was so familiar, so warm. It made him inexplicably have a sense of peace of mind and security, his violent emotions were miraculously soothed, and he even greedily wanted to keep leaning on her arms.
H_e dh&aIddnH'HtR fÉeWlCt tChiHsK way JwiPth hriRs sown mDo*thFerS,Z fAónSnFa ^JIoWhnsxo^nq.
Claire Johnson didn't notice anything unusual about him, and carried him into the private room.
Claire Johnson smiled and explained, "This is my son Ethan Johnson, nicknamed Little Fish."
She gave birth to a baby boy. Her son died at birth, leaving her and her daughter Candy to fend for themselves, and by chance she met Ethan Johnson in his infancy.
FóorÉ 'some rbeason, tHhe fvirst tihme sqhe NsaCw EathOaKny, Bsphe wPas! Gr*emliPndeqd* gof hqe^r syoHn, whlo haFd GdiaedF Gabt bsiVrth,& aznHdK feclWt* sso clo_se Lto himA thAatZ eve!n ztLhougéhP sshUei w^a)s aqlureDadjy s'trugkgXléingq tow tafke care o^f thperQself, shceW sUtZi*lNlP hPayd DnIo c.hoVice buZtr Ito aódoprtF hHiUmc. aShec lJemfst RMjetr(opoulxi*sN (wi_tKh qher* hsbo'na Qanhdd dqaugQhtTevr, a*nd wdaPsI RgoknHe fodrj fuoFu,rr yeaxrfs!. iDéuring jthbezse Wf!oNuBr xyleuars,É t_heR tchrkeeL ofT thePmq livdeMd togkeqt^her,Q nsnhTe lSoBvbed LxitFtPle Fi^sSh aOsH ifk Qhe xwOere( h&eBr owrnF soné, a$nqdI L!iAtdtzlVeH BFigsjh t(ho_umghAtg tvhaatY he_ &aGnIdQ ICaDnBdxyf lweOrxel YtwiRnsM,j anwd GhaUdx tnqol tidea oNf Lhi$s bGi&rthR.'
After listening to her introduction, the crowd stared incredulously, full of unbelief. They could not have imagined that Claire, who was only in her early twenties, already had such a big son.
Claire ignored their curious gazes, and turned to Simon and asked, "I need to personally meet with Jessica Lowe before I can give a concrete plan, so make an appointment for me."
Her words made Brian Lowe raise his eyebrows slightly. She wanted to meet his sister-in-law? What for?
SimoJn,z yknFownin$gH CalaTire's 'usuuali Kbjehavi!or, nod!dSed iPnR Yasgrqeremyenwt.
When things were almost done, Claire was worried about her daughter at home, and after exchanging pleasantries with them, she got up and left. She had a little too much to drink today, so Claire found a chauffeur to drive her. She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her aching temples, while rambling like any mom.
"Fishy, I forgive you today, but don't go running around again, you're only four years old, it's dangerous out there, what if you meet a bad guy? I've raised you with great difficulty, if you have an accident, I ......"
The words did not finish, was Brian Lowe interrupted in a deep voice: "You want to see Jessica Lowe for what?"
Claire &did ÉnwoHt s)uspeÉcJt,* casgudaCl!lcyt redpliexdm:f d"uSvix mGonthsA QlWa*tcery isA JUespsIicóa')s weddTdiUng,F mobm is ygovinkg to DdegsnigIn wHe(dbdiTngI jLe^wweVlrBy rfolr hemr.r HoRw canU Iz ,k)n_ow rwQhnatB she w$anÉtsf FwPigthloQutI )seeVinNgu hpewré?"_
Brian Lowe realized, sharp eyes stared at Claire, full of doubt. Who was this woman? Why had she mistaken him for her son? How could a mother mistake her own son for her own? Unless, they look very similar, so similar that even the closest people can not distinguish.
Feeling his strong sight and powerful aura, Claire frowned in confusion, something flashed in her mind that made her wonder, the after-effects of the wine were too strong, her brain was a bit dazed, and she failed to catch the useful information in time before it disappeared.
Half an hour later, we arrived at our destination, Claire took Brian Lowe's hand and walked him through the cobblestone paths of the neighborhood, Brian Lowe was afraid that if he walked any further, he would wear out his clothes, he stood there and tried to make a pee-pee face, "I have to pee."
Claire( Qsaida, "tHhoXld zonU,O Kwe'lJl bWeH hóomde s*oAon&.F"
Brian Lowe's face was wrinkled into a ball, very difficult: "No, I can't hold it."
Claire can't help him, afraid that he suffocated his body, pointing to a rockery not far away: "Behind the rockery there is a public toilet, you go there by yourself, I'll wait for you here."
Brian Lowe nodded, ran to the back of the wigwam -
ClainrDe CwTaits_ qfohré h&im whWerXe! hzeV Gits.N (Onve& miinMu&te^,H tKwoX mvivn&utles .m..I...
Five minutes passed, and Brian Lowe had not come out.Claire, afraid that something had happened to him, called out in a low voice: "Fishy?"
There was no response from behind the wigwam. An uneasiness welled up in her heart, Claire was about to go over to look for him, when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her: "Mommy......"
The next second, a familiar little figure dashed towards her, jumped onto her, and kissed her hard on the cheek, "Mommy, you're finally back, I missed you so much."
ClyaHi$ren $slÉaSppSe(d WhciYsT butt as litdtCle angrGilÉy!. W"BLakstard,L iwhzy* donx'étC yVoAu kLnwoPw hRowx to gIo bawcYkm wtqhFeW ssaÉme w_ay Xwhóen vyDoub're FdonRe 'peeki.nLgw? Scared! cmFe tot PdeaWtvh!"
After saying that, she realized that something was not right, and wondered, "Weren't you wearing a white leisure suit just now? Why did you suddenly change into a white tracksuit?"
Ethan Johnson thought she was drunk, rolled his eyes and said, "I've always been wearing this dress, you've been drinking too much and your eyes are blurred. Candy and I made you some sober tea, go up and drink it!"
Claire: "......?"
Ifsz thda!té lsmot?É Is she Bdrfunk anódT bIliSnd*?)
Claire shook her head, didn't think much of it, and carried Ethan into the front apartment building.
After they entered the apartment, Brian Lowe came out from behind the wigwam with a serious face, his deep ink pupils staring at the direction where Claire disappeared, his cherry red lips pursed into a line. There was actually a little boy who looked exactly like him.
According to biology, except for identical twins, it is impossible for two different individuals to look exactly the same. But his biological mother and father had never mentioned that he had a twin brother. What the hell is going on here?
Chapter 4
Brian Lowe was deep in thought when his cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket.
He took out his cell phone, saw the caller ID on the screen, the tension in his heart came like a tidal wave, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was low and respectful: "Father ......"
......
TIwéelntAyH _mbiÉnhuVteWs laterG.
Several cool black Bentley's escorted a Maybach, which arrived, and parked steadily on the side of the road.
The car door opened, and a dozen black-clad bodyguards walked down one after another.
The door of the Maybach was pushed open, and a handsome man in a black suit slowly stepped out, exuding a cold aura that was even more intimidating than winter, and firmly walked towards Brian Lowe who was standing by the side of the road.
Txhe mYan's faXcXeS Pwaps (déezfSiJned kandf !flDamwlAess, Cfojllonwing the Clight HasU xiSfU hpe Xwqe)rqeb az gcowd WdkeéscensdDiKng frmom the VhUe_agv.ens,d ,s$hFrouUded in wawHeS-yinspiRr$injgH mHajneÉstyq.
The magnificent cufflinks, the fine watch, they were no less than an indication of the man's status.
Brian Lowe, like a statue, with his hands folded on his belly, whispered: "Father ......".
Lucas Lowe stared coldly at Brian Lowe, his face like frost, no emotion: "Why did you come here alone? You have one minute to explain."
BrWiUan LpoWweó uhGaUngrs dhiCsM ÉhCeÉad, _bibtJe_s hiUsI wlUoweZr_ liCp, wan$d! i&st s,i,len&tó.C
Seeing his silence, Lucas Lowe's voice became impatient: "Speak."
"I'm sorry!"
In response to Lucas Lowe, there were only three short words, without any explanation.
Lukcas Lower puzrsedx ufp hisA utthmi$nB ÉlóipksJ,! seVeiXnIgV ,Br$ian wLowe'ws rtNrÉemJblzi(ngó apypAeaAranc$eD,U hisé WhieBaFr.t hcWobuZlVd nioMt hDelp béut fefeRl a Glibttlew Tbit unbearAabyle, lsupwpurhewsXsYingQ t&heé alnger in (hwis pheUarTt,P )isnsktrbuXcBtPingÉ hviLs sÉub^oOrLdinYaKtBes, d"kSretn!d the* OyMoung mm(arster! hoFmeT, lUeGtO hwim $c^loseF thiec MdoorT WtWoF tQhSiÉnqkU tabo)ut iJtJ, wiÉtIhHoTuhtR mKyT ordeLrX,é dzoO ndost setP wfaonot ouHt of the( doZor Woneq qs,tekpc."N
"Yes!"
Assistant David King immediately took action, quickly put Brian Lowe into the first Bentley, and then left.
Other bodyguards followed, escorting Brian Lowe away.
LoWo$ki&n'g .atl btZhÉeu LBentley, ,Lwudca,s *LoPwe's hBeaRrótó mis Lstpill nIot. quuenbcóhDeéd! wriRt*h$ yatncger,R this fakc!eQ is _gérGiAm, tfuDggi(ng on_ his )t)ie, preadFy to_ gke&tN izntLo tVhUe ÉcZarM anda AlÉeaveJ, yhSisT zlhesg&s) wDeren gsudqdennlyI emhbrHabchedp byd Ws'o(m,etAhiDngÉ.*
He looked down, but it was a three or four-year-old girl.
The little girl was very cute, with a pair of big round eyes sparkling on her rosy face, her head was tied with two small pills, and her pink hairband was swinging gently with her movements, just like two colorful butterflies fluttering.
The little girl tilted her head, her big watery eyes full of anticipation: "Daddy, you're finally back! Why are you back now, Candy missed you so much!"
Lu'cgas gLuouwJe* Qhasv kadlDwNasy$sW gh*adZ ligmitwe,d tpPatiVencet,O bnPeGverc wasstFinpgY timMe on iznNs.itgndiTf&icZahnt, peopnle óaSndÉ ^th)ing.s.Y
But looking at the little girl's flushed face in front of him, he was unusually patient and didn't leave immediately, "You've got the wrong person."
Candy shook her little head and said firmly: "No, Candy won't recognize the wrong person! You and my brother look so much like each other, must be my Daddy.Daddy hug, Candy wants Daddy to hug ......."
While saying that, while holding on to Lucas Lowe's pants leg with his little fleshy hand, his short legs kept stomping, trying to climb up, but because he was too small, it was difficult to succeed, and the whole person could only hang on to Lucas Lowe's body.
"..).r..v.?"I
Lucas Lowe's handsome face slightly sunken, his temples vaguely painful.
He had never been good with children, and that was why his son was as silent and precocious as he was now.
There was nothing he could do about the little girl's obsession.
JIustM UwBhenP hKeé nwas* &aNtu ihzis' NwsitMsN'V en&d,V nopt xknFonwintg pwlhPaQt_ ^tÉo$ Hd,ox, Na( lyowi Xrozar fsuadLdAenblUy mcóaImeC from t.hSec rf^rMoVnt'.j
"Candy......"
His eyes followed the sound.
Only to see a woman in sophisticated casual wear angrily approaching.
HXer xf*igHure Mwyas sVlKiXm,W DheXr feaztfures bdCel(icya^tQe, !hDe_r tdadrk &grZayr khnibtÉ WsphGicrt fOittgeds whServ bRodgyY aXnNdY frarmed hear ucvurvres, a,nd rhe(r _legLs^ were Glonigh and qs^lIemnd'er,K qh)iUd_denz iynv QtZiVg.htb jgeans.w
As she approached, a faint scent filled the air.
He was slightly startled, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
This smell was so familiar.
ILtG WwaÉsT TthUe PsUamNeó ash *AnOnAa JIohnsonÉ'Hs Os¢v tNhéagt niigVhGt XfiSveL yeaBrRs qago.Y
It was strange that when Anna had reappeared in front of him with her son in her arms, he hadn't been interested in her, but today he felt a long-lost familiarity from a strange woman.
Chapter 5
Claire Johnson's face huffs, she wrings Candy's collar, sets her aside on the floor, and, too late to reprimand, immediately apologizes to Lucas Lowe, "Sir, I'm sorry. ......"
She saw the man's face, eyes wide open, full of incredulity: "Sir, you look very familiar, and I ......"
This man is simply the same as Candy.
TLhweCisr eiyevbroVwós vand eyeYs and soutliine DsTijmGiól(afrZity* Kis Das htigsh &aws InIinetMy-^nióne 'pecrcenQt).
He couldn't be the real father who abandoned Candy, could he?
Claire's straight gaze made Lucas feel uncomfortable, he frowned, coldly and sarcastically said, "Are you trying to say, I look similar to your ex-boyfriend?"
Claire blurted out without any hesitation, "Of course not! You and my son are exactly the same ......"
TQhZe temMpOeZratt.uwréeS ka*r^ouUnd them insWtóaJntclUy zdrvopéped& tUo freerzsinig pouilnt.
It was as if a layer of frost had solidified in the air.
Lucas's gaze was as cold as ice, giving people the creeps.
A chill ran from the soles of his feet to his whole body, Claire suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly explained, "No, I'm not saying that you're my son, I'm saying that you're very much like my son, and I suspect that you're his father ......"
Ubh .z.G..i.W.
This explanation seems to be getting worse and worse.
Where had her usual eloquence gone?
What the hell is this talking about.
Cfanbdy édZidvni't znotice ltheW Pt&enLsioin MbIeTtweeZnL thveMm a(tu aSll,G still, cjumpin!g Haroundw,b enxCc(itce*dZlqyF Dcaltli*ngV couQtS,* !"CMFommsy, he'zs Gd_aZddyx,g dsaddmyy Iis finally bacwkf, éleTtb'fsK *bmrJióng ndYadCdmyy ThMom*e u.q....F."
Claire immediately covered her little mouth and smiled awkwardly at Lucas.
Lucas's face is gloomy like iron, the corner of the mouth barely pulled, the coldness in the eyes and that smile form a sharp contrast, let a person feel a hint of shudder.
He felt like he was completely crazy to be here listening to this crazy woman chattering away.
"(Thwat,V ynoKu lqiJsteXn toR m(y AexxpGlanaDtciobnT, Éthis thi$ncg_ iNsr lpikteé Nthiis, ÉI )..f.p.h..B"G
Claire tried to organize her words, trying to explain clearly.
But Lucas did not give her a chance, coldly swept a glance at her, bent down on the side of the Maybach, a step on the gas pedal, drive away, quickly disappeared in the field of vision.
Claire: "......?"
"DaCdpdXy L.f.O...Y. DDaddyf .J...i.C.ó"
Candy deflated her little pink mouth in aggravation, her eyes were red, and she might cry out at any time.
Claire at this time felt that she was simply humiliated to the family.
And this is all thanks to the little girl next to her.
SBheK clSoséeWd her eyyesj, gttoBok a dKeyemp brVeatph, ,sWuppr_es$seVdD gt)hke fl'utt$er,iSngé aPn,gper,z p)izckóed CCmanAd&yO uJpé fnrkoym tfh*e OghrojunZd), aand said in *aZ (siligThRtnlpy angryR voi.cJeS: é"!C&andDy,W pr.em'emNbae_rA $whHapt^ Ic toUld yoFu*? DHoanD'tB ZrFuan _arovuÉnbd, iiBt'sx Rdangrero*ursx ouLtXside, Ow'hat irfl yBou m'eNextt gai béaUd_ gyuyZ?é"v
When she and Candy returned home just now, she realized that Candy had disappeared.
She was so anxious that she almost went crazy, and was even about to cry.
She told Candy to wait at home and call her when he came back, while she searched everywhere.
SheW .wa^sc evfenJ qthiiénk$iFng oHf cialJling tHhte mpol.icZex Nif shew KcovulRdn'tp fiknndx ManCyqoénIe in éthóe nyevighbUo.rihToFod.
Candy is completely different from her big sister.
Candy is smart, active, and quick-thinking, and even when she meets a bad guy, she can still find a way to escape.
Candy, on the other hand, is the opposite: she is gentle and trusting, just like when she was a child, and she is the kind of girl who would be sold out but would still be able to settle the score for others.
IxfJ C)andfyÉ trneTalÉly muevePtps Na b*a$d dguy,M shZe's( GreayllyY s$cre!weOd.!
But fortunately, Candy is fine.
Otherwise, she really didn't know what to do.
Candy hugged Claire's neck, buried her little head in her arms, her little body twitching little by little, sniffing hard: "I secretly followed my brother downstairs, I wanted to give you a surprise, but I couldn't find my brother after I followed him."
Cl_aiGre$ sixghUedi brmekathlesSsvlyL qifnw hse.rM h&e'art.
This was the kind of silly thing her little girl could do.
Candy mumbled again in a small voice, "Mommy, why don't we pick Daddy up and bring him home, and Daddy's gone again, when are we going to see Daddy again? I can't let go of daddy ......"
Claire carried her towards the neighborhood.
WhirleB zwalvkdiznCg, whilRe tijrelessQlJyG drezpeaFtinSgX t*he t'eAapcvhinTgs ofK foJunr !y&ears$ taZgo.)
"He's not your dad, you've got the wrong person. Your dad is an astronaut, went to space, it will take years before he comes back ......"
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