The quiet night settled peacefully over the grand penthouse. After a long, victory-filled day at Vance Global, Evelyn leaned back against the plush velvet sofa, holding a warm cup of sweet herbal tea in her small hands.

Julian sat right beside her, his long arm draped protectively across her shoulders. The neat white bandage on his left arm was hidden beneath a soft grey sweater. His dark eyes glowed with deep warmth as he looked down at her glowing face.

"You were amazing in the boardroom today, my brave wife," Julian said softly, his deep voice smooth and full of pride. "You fought off Marcus and his corrupt group without...