Serena Stanton never imagined she would encounter Adrian Shaw again in this lifetime. Unexpectedly, due to a hotel card mix-up, she opened the door and bumped into her ex-boyfriend she hadn't seen in five years.

During their school days, Serena was an ordinary girl who adhered to rules and completed her studies through financial aid. Adrian Shaw was a cold and unruly aristocrat who was never short of flattery and attention. They were worlds apart, seemingly having nothing in common. Yet, few knew they once secretly dated.

When they broke up, the situation was tense and awkward.
Years later, upon reuniting, Serena fortunately thought that someone as distinguished and admired as Adrian Shaw, heir to the Shaw Family, would not remember her among the countless people who liked him.

Until at a gala, Adrian Shaw's rival, The Second Master Grant, publicly announced, "My fiancée, Serena Stanton."
In public, he held her hand with an indifferent and genuine tone, "Miss Sterling looks familiar."
In private, within the dimly lit bedroom of a villa, Adrian Shaw held Serena's chin, his tall and imposing figure pressing her against the mirror, kissing her lips fervently:
"Shall I notify your fiancé that we're getting marriage certificates tomorrow?"

The Shaw Family and the Grant Family were arch enemies, and Serena was perceived as the Young Madam of the Grant Family. After their secret relationship was exposed, new and old grievances were stirred. Everyone expected Serena to have completely enraged Adrian Shaw and waited to see her beg in distress.

Until one day, someone witnessed the usually aloof man forcibly pull the nearly passing Serena into his embrace. Large hands gripped her slender waist as he bowed his head into the nape of her neck, his voice lingering, "Darling, hold me."

That night, the elite circle buzzed with explosive gossip: Adrian Shaw is undermining his dead rival, preparing to steal the bride!

"She's here." Chelsea's heart was pounding, and she answered nervously, "She's probably still in the managing partner's office."


Serena Stanton withdrew her hand, and the sensor faucet automatically shut off: "Fiona, order a bouquet and have it sent to Lawyer Quinn's office for me."


Serena Stanton slowly dried her fingers, tossed the paper towel into the trash, and strode out of the restroom in her heels, composed as ever.


Not until her figure disappeared completely did Fiona and Chelsea finally let out a long sigh of relief, unconsciously patting their chests.


"Lawyer Stanton and Lawyer Quinn are about the same age," Chelsea murmured, still shaken. "But who do you think has the scarier presence?"


Fiona glared at her with a smile: "Are you tired of living? Gossiping in here?"


"No, no," Chelsea waved her hands quickly, "I still want to be alive tomorrow morning for some pan-fried buns."


Chapter 21 - Chapter 21: Toward a Future No One Knows