Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 30

She put down her phone, feeling utterly exhausted, yet Serena still pulled up the financial reports of L.S. Entertainment from the past few years. Samuel was the one managing L.S. Entertainment, and Serena had absolute faith in him. She couldn't believe he would ever commit a crime; there must be some

misunderstanding.

She meticulously went through the figures, and before she knew it, it was already three in the morning, with no irregularities in sight. Serena stifled a yawn, ready to continue her search when a sudden, violent knock echoed from the door. In the dead of night, it sounded like a distant rumble of thunder, startling her greatly.

"Who's there?" she asked warily. But there was no response from outside. Hesitant, Serena approached the door and peered through the peephole, seeing nothing. She assumed it was just her imagination and turned away. Yet, the knocking resumed, more insistent this time.

Considering the apartment's good security, Serena hesitated for a moment before finally opening the door. In the blink of an eye, a large hand seized her chin, and before she could react, the familiar scent of mint enveloped her senses. Her eyes widened as she recognized the handsome face in front of her. Instinctively, she pushed against the man's chest with both hands, but he was as immovable as a wall. Instead, the pressure on her lips grew more demanding, as if he wanted to devour her completely.

man relented, his eyes filled with mockery. "All these years and you still haven't learned how

Serena might have been overwhelmed with shame and anger. But now, she coldly uttered a single

seemed oblivious to the clear message of unwelcome written all over Serena's face. With a stride, he pushed his way into the apartment,

opened them again, a clear and determined look had replaced her

Serena used to be clingy and chatty, but now she was cold and distant, a change that made him uncomfortable. His gaze

The authorities will investigate. If there's any money laundering, they'll handle it," Aaron said

of course, wouldn't be concerned. You have the best legal team and plenty of money. Unlike me, who, without you, can only afford to

become quite sharp-tongued," he retorted,

his gaze. The soft glow of the lamp caught her delicate features, lending a fragile beauty to her defiance. Her lips, still