After finishing her work, Raegan chose to walk home, savoring the solitude.

Unwittingly, she found herself near the Dixon Group, steps away from a nearby cultural park.

She found the park's Lovers' Bridge, which was dressed in flowers that flowered in every season. This bridge stood as a testament to everlasting love, blossoming throughout the seasons of life.

The Lovers' Bridge was a significant part of Raegan's life, especially during her time at the Dixon Group. She and Mitchel crossed the bridge when they first met, and their relationship blossomed, just like the flowers that adorned it.

Even after five years apart and their recent reunion, the bridge remained a symbol of their shared love, filled with cherished memories of joy and tranquility.

Raegan stood on the bridge and said goodbye to the past.

The letters "DG" on top of the Dixon Group building shined Like stars in the sky, but Raegan's heart felt as dark as a cave.

As she stared into the distance, a man's voice surprised her. "It's quite stunning, isn't it?"

Raegan turned to see Henley standing next to her, and her face darkened like a storm cloud.

Unfazed by her expression, Henley gazed at the glowing letters, a smirk playing on his lips. "I enjoy this view as well. From here, you can see the entire Dixon Group tower in its entirety."

Raegan tried to walk away, but Henley grabbed her arm, his grip as hard as metal.

“Let me go!" Raegan protested.

Instead of releasing her, Henley pulled her close into his embrace, her face pressed against his chest, muffling her protests.

Raegan struggled to breathe as his hold tightened. “Henley, please,” she gasped, but her words fell on deaf ears.

Henley showed no intention of letting Raegan go.

Fighting against his greater strength proved futile, only serving to exhaust her further. Raegan ceased her struggles, submitting to Henley's grasp.

Henley ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying her obedience. In a voice steeped in resentment, he began, "When I was a child, the word ‘noble' enchanted me. Why should Mitchel lead a life of wealth and privilege, while I, an illegitimate outcast, live like a vermin in the shadows?"

Raegan feigned a listening posture, all the while discreetly reaching into her bag.

Henley was like a man possessed as he shared his secret, "Raegan, I have something to tell you."

Henley jabbed his finger toward the grand dome, his eyes shining with greed. "I should be there, at the pinnacle of power. It should be me standing there, not Mitchel!" He laughed, a maniacal glint in his eyes.