Nancy had thought she engineered an inescapable death trap.
She severely underestimated the fact that Maeve was always three steps ahead.
Glancing through the ICU glass, Maeve saw Daisy and Zane hovering anxiously in the hall.
She looked back down at Benjamin.
"You wouldn't have survived without Daisy throwing herself on the line. When you're back on your feet, you owe her big time. Understood?"
Maeve had reviewed the security footage from The Imperial.
Daisy had repeatedly used her own body as a shield to buy Benjamin those crucial extra seconds.
Even with the Miracle Cure, if he had taken a bullet to the chest, he'd be in a body bag right now.
The poor girl had taken a savage beating from those thugs. Her lip was still swollen, and she was sporting severe bruising across her ribs.
Through the glass, Benjamin watched Daisy pace nervously. A profound shift flickered in his gaze.
He couldn't speak, but his mind was crystal clear.
The image of her desperately fighting off armed killers to save his life was burned into his memory forever.
Having spent decades clawing his way to the top of the ruthless corporate ladder, he had long ago given up on humanity.
Outside of his fiercely loyal right-hand man, Zane, and his absolute savior, Maeve, his social circle was entirely transactional.
Everyone else who kissed up to him was just looking for a payout.
Daisy's raw, selfless bravery had inadvertently shattered the icy walls around his heart.
For the first time, he felt a strange, intoxicating pull toward the sweet, somewhat naive, and fiercely stubborn girl.
To ensure Benjamin fully stabilized, Maeve spent the next two days practically living in the hospital.
Her meticulous engineering proved flawless—his body was seamlessly accepting the new custom hardware.
At this incredible recovery rate, he'd be discharged in two weeks and living a perfectly normal life shortly after.
The entire crisis had been perfectly defused.
How had she been so painfully blind to the endless potential radiating off this man?
In just a few short years, he had ruthlessly dominated Aethelburg, blatantly gutting the Grover empire right in front of them.
Despite the raging inferno of bitterness inside her, Faye kept her features meticulously smooth.
Power dictated the rules of the world, and for now, she couldn't afford to challenge him directly.
Andres gave her a cold, empty smile.
"We're both busy people, Mrs. Grover. Let's skip the tedious pleasantries. Say what you came to say."
After crushing Nancy, Andres knew someone from the Grover family would come knocking.
He just hadn't anticipated Faye would be the one to orchestrate the sit-down.
Staring at his unnerving composure, a knot of deep resentment tightened in her chest.
"If I hadn't foolishly intervened back then," Faye purred softly, "you and Nancy would likely be happily married by now."

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