Episode 002
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The late afternoon sun shining through the tall windows of the Mitchell Group’s skyscraper cast long shadows on the polished marble floor of the top-floor executive office. Within the room, Oliver Mitchell was by the window, his hands in his pockets and his face showing no emotion. His eyes, fixed and dark, watched over the city that obeyed his commands.
At twenty-two, he became the youngest person to lead the Mitchell Group. His strong features, firm jawline, and manner made him appear more royal than a businessperson. The city spoke his name with admiration and a hint of fear.
However, today, he experienced internal turmoil that remains unseen to others.
Rafael was sitting on the sofa behind him, reading a report that Oliver didn’t even look at.
Sir, the results of your latest check-up indicate that the toxin in your body is getting worse. Before, the damage was decreasing, but now... it is spreading more rapidly. You must cooperate with the treatment.
Oliver glanced to the side, his eyes narrowing. Oliver's words were barely audible to me. He was already planning for a future that went beyond this illness.
“What happened to the pills I asked you to study?” Oliver spoke in a calm but impatient tone.
Rafael blinked. “We still haven’t figured out what they consist of.”
Rafael was genuinely fascinated by the mystery surrounding the medicine. No one knew where the music came from or who made it. If they understood this, the poison might not work anymore.
Oliver’s thoughts returned to the night six years earlier when a girl had rescued him.
She was just a child, not old enough to be a doctor, but she gave him the pill and disappeared before he could say thank you. Since then, he searched for any sign of her, but it was as if she had disappeared.
Finding her was more important to him than receiving a cure.
Did she recognize who he was? Why did she decide to save him? Those questions kept bothering him.
Frustration caused his chest to tighten as he rubbed his temple.
Rafael noticed the tension and suggested, “Have you tried talking to Dr. Morales?” She’s very knowledgeable in medicine—perhaps she can help us.
Oliver glanced at Bruno, his assistant, quietly standing by the door.
“What was Morales’s response?” Oliver asked.
“She decided not to see you again,” Carlos said softly.
There were rumors that Dr. Morales could heal with just a few silver needles. However, she did things her way and was not always predictable. Fifty million dollars was not enough to sway her.
Oliver’s eyes became more focused. “Make the offer twice as high.”
He made sure to take every opportunity. If Dr. Morales was aware of the girl, it could be his only chance.
Suddenly, the phone on Oliver’s desk rang loudly, interrupting the silence. The three men stood still.
“This line is off-limits to everyone unless they have permission,” Bruno said worriedly.
Oliver’s mouth tightened. He pressed the speakerphone button and said, “What do you want?”
A nervous voice said from the other side, “Sir, there’s a lady here.” She had asked me to tell you that she wanted to see you.
Oliver’s patience finally broke. “Is this your first day working here?”
The receptionist said, “She claims to be your fiancée.”
The words were spoken with such force that they seemed to echo like a thunderclap.
“Fiancée?” Oliver's voice rang out clearly over the speaker. I am not engaged to anyone!
He angrily slammed the phone down, causing his anger to resonate throughout the office.
Emily, the woman downstairs, was calm at the reception, even with the whispers around her. People watched, realizing Oliver didn’t like being approached by women. They were curious about how she could make such a statement.
She spoke clearly and confidently on the phone. She was speaking truthfully. I possess proof of our engagement.
Everyone in the room was quiet, waiting to hear what Oliver would say.
After silence, the voice said, “Let her come up.”
The staff stood in shock as they led Emily upstairs, her smile still present but calm.
Back at his desk, Oliver rubbed his forehead, hoping to ease the headache.
He understood that her proof was a diamond pendant his grandmother had mentioned to him since childhood—a reminder of the fiancée he was supposed to marry, a promise made long ago.
He told himself," This can’t be real.
However, he was unsure about how to get rid of her.
He turned to Carlos and said, “Get me a blank cheque.”
If we had more money, this wouldn’t be a problem. It always has.
Emily walked through the silent hallways to the CEO's office at the same moment. She didn’t wait to knock or hesitate before entering the house.
“Oliver Mitchell?” Her voice was quiet, much like the calm flow of a stream.
Oliver looked up, planning to ask how much she wanted, but stopped suddenly.
She stood before him, looking innocent in a cream crochet top and long skirt, her flat shoes hardly making any noise. Her dark hair was soft and waved down her back. Her skin was pale, her eyebrows were perfectly shaped, and her eyes—those eyes—were bright grey, clear, and deep.
It was all because of her.
She embodied the girl I once knew six years ago.
She was the one he had seen in his nightmares.
She was the one he had always yearned for.
She looked at him with a serene resolve, as if their hope remained unbroken.
At that point, everything else disappeared—the poison, the power and the endless search.
She was present.
For the first time in a long while, Oliver experienced a sense of peace.
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