Celine's ears buzzed. Had Adam actually said he would find her a man, even two? He had already made his choice: Carly. It felt like a sharp blade plunged deep into Celine's heart, burning and tearing her apart until she was raw and bleeding.

Her lips trembled as she struggled to find her voice. "Adam, I'm still your wife"

Adam, now dressed in a clean black shirt and tailored trousers, had shed the earlier chaos of passion. He stood before her, composed and indifferent, exuding his usual cold elegance. He handed her something.

"This is for you," he said.

Celine looked down. It was a check with an eight-figure sum. His cold, magnetic voice continued, "Celine, this is your divorce settlement. Let's end this." Adam placed the check on the bathroom counter and strode out of the room.

He was going to Carly, just as her mother had years ago. Celine's pale eyes filled with tears. Once again, she was abandoned. Whether it was her mother or Adam, she had desperately tried to hold onto them, but they gave all their love to Carly. No matter how hard she tried, it was never enough.

Soon, a man arrived outside. He spoke to the housekeeper, Sola: "Mr. Alvarez sent me. I'm here for Mrs. Alvarez. Where is she?"

Sola replied, "Mrs. Alvarez is in her room. Follow me." She led the man toward Celine's room.

Hearing the voices and approaching footsteps, Celine's face drained of color, turning paper-white. She hadn't expected Adam to act so quickly, sending the man he'd promised in mere moments. It was frantic.

The footsteps grew closer, stopping just outside her door. In an instant, Celine got up, opened the window, and climbed out. It was the second floor, but she jumped without hesitation. She landed on the grass below, feeling a searing pain shoot through her ankle. Ignoring her disheveled state, Celine pulled out her phone and dialed Robin.

The call connected quickly. Robin's voice, sharp and familiar, came through: "Hello? Celine? It's so late. Why aren't you home? Where the hell are you?" Hearing Robin's voice broke the dam. Bitter, scorching tears fell from Celine's eyes.

Back at Club 1996, Carly sat at the bar. Her pretty face was flushed from the effects of the drug, making her even more alluring. The tall, handsome man beside her had been eyeing her greedily. He reached out and draped an arm around her delicate shoulder. "Gorgeous, the 30 minutes are almost up. Your boyfriend isn't coming. Tonight, you're mine."

Carly ignored him, her attention fixed on the countdown timer on her phone. "Why are you so impatient? There are still five seconds left. He'll definitely come. Five, four, three, two, one"

The moment she finished counting down, the weight on her shoulder vanished. The hand that had been resting there was suddenly gripped by a large, well-defined hand and forcefully twisted. A loud crack echoed; the man's wrist fractured instantly.

Carly turned, and there he was—Adam. His tall, broad shoulders carried the chill of the night air. The other man screamed in agony, but Adam's strength didn't waver. With a sharp push, he shoved the man aside. The man collided heavily with the bar, groaning and writhing in pain.

Carly stood up, her radiant face glowing with triumph. Hooking her arm around Adam's strong arm, she flashed a sweet, victorious smile. "Didn't I tell you my boyfriend would come for me?"

Between her and Celine, Adam would always choose her.