로그인The next day, the new dawn brought a new storm that was ready to crush the remaining glory of Thorne Enterprises down to its absolute nadir entirely this morning.Inside the main studio of the largest national television news station, dozens of high-powered spotlights emitted a blinding white glow. Hundreds of journalists and mass media cameras had gathered, filling the emergency press conference room initiated by the Vance clan entirely this morning.Vivienne sat straight in the main chair, wearing an elegant yet simple loose black gown, giving the impression of an unassuming oppressed woman. Beside her, Alistair Vance—the head of the Vance clan as well as the most respected elder figure in the international business world—stood tall in a formal black suit, emitting an aura of absolute legal protection entirely this morning.When all the camera lenses began to aim toward her, Vivienne lowered her chubby face slowly. Using her entire skills of calculation that were far too mature, she
108The chilling silence once again took control of the main suite room after the rumble of the brutal fight subsided. Tristan and Julian still stood frozen with trembling bodies holding back the remaining adrenaline, their breaths heaving short in the midst of the ruined ruins of the room decorations. Their pair of fierce eyes slowly shifted, staring straight toward the corner of the bed where Vivienne sat with absolute elegance entirely this morning.Vivienne lowered her plump legs which had initially been crossed elegantly, then stood up straight. The gaze from her pair of round eyes swept over the bruised faces of the two crown princes of the Vance clan coldly, without leaving even a bit of empathy in her deepest core."Get out of my room. Now," Vivienne commanded with an extraordinarily tight and sharp voice, cutting through the tense atmosphere between them.Julian clenched his firm fist, his sharp jaw which was turning blue due to Tristan's punch moved to clench tightly. "Vivie
Meanwhile, in the west wing of the Vance clan's mansion, an extreme fatigue finally began to take over Vivienne's voluptuous body after a whole night of leading the cyber attack. She decided to return to the main suite room to rest her tense mind and physical body. With her disciplined, plump steps, she laid her plump body down on the mahogany wooden bed, letting her maroon satin gown spread passively over the white silk bedsheets entirely this morning.*Click! Bang!*The room door was suddenly broken into roughly without any knock at all. Julian Vance stood at the threshold with a short heaving breath and a pair of hawk-like eyes that were red, filled with a possessive lust that was already on the verge of the limit of normalcy. His success in trapping Dominic in the field had burned the rest of his masculine defense; he was sick and tired of seeing Tristan get the privilege last night."Julian?! Get out of my room! I want to rest!" Vivienne protested with a tight voice, she tried to
107The glow of dawn slipped through the gaps of the gray silk curtains in the main control panel room. The digital clock on the wall showed five o'clock in the morning when the tapping of Vivienne's plump fingers on the tactical keyboard finally subsided into a cold silence. The entire chain of cyber and financial attacks that she had designed together with Christian since early dawn had now locked down the movement of Thorne Enterprises on the international stock exchange floor. However, Vivienne knew very well that Dominic Thorne was not an amateur man who would instantly die just because of a secondary stock jolt."We need one absolute legal strike to lock his hands entirely this morning," Vivienne whispered with a slowed intonation, her eyes narrowing sharply as she stared at the data matrix on the main monitor screen.Julian Vance, who had just returned from the northern port with a black tactical jacket that was still diffusing the dense scent of the night air, stood tall behin
Meanwhile, inside the luxury sedan trapped in business district traffic, Dominic Thorne kept gripping his main smartphone so hard that his palms turned white and dry. Beside him, Giselle was still grumbling with a sour face, but Dominic did not hear her at all entirely this morning. The hawk-like eyes of Vivienne's ex-husband were fiercely fixed on the stock trading application, which continuously displayed a terrifyingly massive drop in numbers."Mr. Dominic! This is a new disaster!" roared the voice of Thorne Enterprises' financial director from behind the phone call with a tight voice full of an utterly acute panic entirely this morning. "Not only is our logistical lifeline dead at the port! Half an hour ago, a massive wave of fictitious short-selling hit our secondary stock in the international exchange market!"Dominic was completely startled; his chest heaved short and fast with a sharp jaw clenching so tight. "Who is the driver, Albert?! Who dares to dump our stock at garbage p
Reports regarding the logistical chaos at the northern port rolled quickly into the Vance clan's internal system, exactly as Vivienne had calculated. Inside the private study of the west wing, the glow from the rows of monitors displayed the shifting stock prices of Thorne Enterprises, which were beginning to falter. The red graph blinked slowly under the gaze of a pair of round eyes belonging to the new queen entirely this morning.*Knock! Knock!*The mahogany wooden door was knocked with a firm and confident stride. Christian Vance stepped inside, unbuttoning his luxurious gray suit jacket with a disciplined masculine movement. The dark eyes of the clan's financial expert gleamed, filled with a mix of curiosity and fierce passion that had been trapped inside his chest since last night's negotiation."Julian just sent a message; his field unit successfully locked down all of Dominic’s containers at pier four," Christian said with a slowed, heavy intonation while halting his long stri
The luxurious black sedan sent by Dominic Thorne finally came to a stop at the lobby of a five-star hotel in the city center. The personal assistant stepped out first and opened the rear passenger door with rigid professionalism.Vivienne Thorne stepped out of the vehicle with remarkable composure
The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the silk curtains of the main dining room of the Thorne residence. The golden rays reflected off the long marble table filled with an assortment of luxurious breakfast dishes—from pancakes drizzled with honey, grilled sausages, and soft-boiled eggs
The magnificent mansion of the Thorne family looked like a dead castle beneath the remnants of the pouring rain that was beginning to subside. The hands of the large clock in the living room pointed exactly to two o'clock in the morning when the main door was knocked with a weak yet constant patter
The large glass door had closed tightly, sealing Tristan inside the silence of his magnificent yet cold villa. Outside, at the edge of the swimming pool that had now dimmed without any light, Vivienne Thorne slowly lowered her plump body onto the wrought-iron chair that the crown prince had occupie







