บททั้งหมดของ My heart surrendered to the Boss: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

My hands shook, and I didn’t dare lift my gaze, afraid the driver would notice my sudden change. I stayed silent, watching houses turn into buildings until we reached central London. The car stopped in front of the building, and I jumped out quickly, not waiting for the driver to open the door.Maurice, who’d come with us to the apartment, looked startled as I burst through the door and headed to Cassian’s office—but he wasn’t there. I ran to the bedroom and checked the bathrooms; Cassian was nowhere. I returned to the living room, where the driver was reporting what happened to the butler.“I’m sorry you had to see Mrs. Moore’s worst side, Miss Reed,” Maurice said solemnly. I shook my head and raised my hands.“I’m fine. I expected her to receive me

As soon as I was alone in the room, I started my research.Even though I had free access to Cassian’s office computer for my studies, it would be risky—the search history would be proof I was lying to him. So I used the excuse of studying to avoid being bothered and switched to searching on the phone Cassian had given me.I believed he wasn’t monitoring it because the box was sealed when he handed it to me. It would’ve been impossible to install any hacking software on the device.I began with simple, obvious things: my parents’ surnames and my mother’s maiden name. Then I dug deeper, but the results were far more terrifying than I’d imagined.There was no James Reed or Laura Reed. No marriage certificates, no legal records, no documents at all. Not even my birth certificate—which I kept in a hidden folder with other important papers—appeared on any government website.“That’s imposs

Sitting on the floor, I set the box lid aside and began examining its contents more carefully. Among several old newspaper clippings and other photographs, there were also numerous travel receipts, but I didn’t recognize any of those places.“They’re all places outside the country. Italy, Rome, Russia.” Each receipt showed a new country, farther and farther away, and all seemed to be short trips. “What was my father doing in those places?”I didn’t know what to think about all of it. There were also several unsent letters, a small velvet box in a dark burgundy shade, and several large envelopes at the bottom of the box.Amid everything, some newspaper clippings caught my attention—all seemed to mention families connected to the Moores, but there were also reports of missing people, especially the daughter of a magnate who owned a large hotel chain. However, none of the articles had photos of the people—just brief descriptions and desperate family appeals.I glanced at my watch. Time w

It was already visible from the entrance hall outside the building that something was wrong. The doorman was agitated, juggling calls, his face pale, sweat soaking his skin and leaving dark stains on his clothes. When we approached, panic overtook the poor man.“Mr… Mr. Clarke, I can explain.” At that moment, Cassian’s private elevator dinged, its doors opened, and two men wearing clothes that didn’t match the suits of Cassian’s men emerged, laughing and joking with each other.“What the hell is this?” Harry said through clenched teeth. The men stopped instantly, their laughter turning to pure terror. “What are you doing here? Who authorized your entry?” The men lowered their heads, terrified.The guards who’d accompanied me appeared, dragging those men out.“What’s going on?” I asked, following Harry to the elevator. He pressed the button, and it began moving.“That’s what we’re about to find out, miss.”The doors opened to a sc

 My hands trembled as I waited in the large office. It was a somber place, with big, ancient furniture all made of dark wood. On the desk, there was nothing but a photograph of a smiling girl with long, wavy blond hair tied with a ribbon and a beautiful, ruffled dress. But what caught my attention the most were her large, gentle, warm, dark-blue eyes.I extended my hand, touching the simple white frame. Suddenly, the door opened, and an elderly man with white hair and a slightly hunched back entered. He leaned on an elegant cane and was closely followed by another man. Even with that fragile appearance, his presence emanated an aura of power and authority. That gentleman was no ordinary man.I stood up, silently observing as he settled into his chair. His blue eyes assessed me until they fell on me—my hand gripping my wrist tightly, my mother