The Sway and Slide of Love

"Of course, if you ever get tired of the city and want to come back for a visit, I'll

keep that room ready for you," Irene said.

With that, she stood up.

Hendrix watched her leave and quietly said, "Thank you."

Irene paused in her tracks for just a second but didn't say anything else.noveldrama

She was gone, yet Hendrix remained seated, unmoving. He tilted his head back, staring at the dark sky.

Compared to Coppersville, the economy and development here were certainly not worth mentioning. But the air here was clean.

In Coppersville, looking up only showed endless skyscrapers-even the moonlight seemed hazy. Here, though, the moon shone bright and clear.

After staring for a long time, Hendrix finally stood up and slowly walked toward the house across from him. What he didn't know was that while he was talking to Irene, someone had been secretly standing behind the door the whole time.

Noelle had heard every word of their conversation. She didn't say anything, but her cheeks were cold, all from her own tears.

Meanwhile, Dylan was at a party. It was a small victory celebration. After all, he had completed a small part of the acquisition of Amity Group.

With Hendrix's reported death, many of Amity Group's old shareholders had switched sides without much effort on his part.

Dylan had already acquired a significant portion of shares. Thus, he will be able to officially participate at the upcoming shareholder meeting.

The situation was now under his control. He had succeeded in dragging down Hendrix from the top.

In truth, Dylan never wanted to let Hendrix die After all, death would have been too easy for him. He had

planned to torture him, to make ad

Hendrix watch helplessly as

everything he owned was stripped away, piece by piece. Just like how he had once suffered.

But who would've thought Hendrix would die just like that? What a shame. Still, it didn't matter. In the end, he was the one who had won.

"Mr. Pritchett." Just as Dylan tilted his head back to drink champagne, someone walked over with a smile and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Pritchett! I've prepared a little gift for you. I hope you'll like it."

"A gift?" Dylan narrowed his eyes. "What kind of gift?"

"It's in the room. Shall I take you to see it?" the man asked with a fawning smile.

When Dylan heard that, he already had an idea of what it might be. But he didn't refuse. He just set down his glass and said, "Fine."

The two quickly went upstairs.

Dylan had drunk a lot tonight, but his alcohol tolerance was ridiculously high now, so he was still completely sober.

The man in front of him soon opened the door.

The dim, hazy lighting in the room made Dylan frown slightly. He was never one for a mysterious atmosphere and was about to teff the man to just bring the gift out when suddenly, a figure appeared before him.

The figure had long black hair, thick lashes, and shimmering eyes.

Dylan's eyes widened slightly.

He blurted out, "Noelle?"

Without waiting for an answer from the man beside him, Dylan rushed forward

and grabbed her hand. "Is it really you? You're alive?"