In the Radiance family's ancestral home, Elvis sat hunched over his phone, fingers tightening around the device as he glared at the unanswered message. The screen glared back—still no reply.
He hadn't touched this WeChat account in years. Only one contact remained: Alicia. His feed was a time capsule of cringe-worthy throwbacks—each post a landmine of memories that twisted like a knife when he scrolled past. Yet delete them? Impossible.
Since Hawaii, he'd become a hermit, avoiding even the office. Meanwhile, with Carlos smoothly running Radiance Group, Grandpa Radiance golfed and played chess with retired buddies, blissfully ignoring his grandson's brooding.
No one knew about his childhood bond with Alicia—not even Carlos. Back then, she'd been the quiet new girl at the Radiance estate,
