The glitzy ballroom shimmered, but the air vibrated with malice. “Shameless bitch!” the elder woman shrieked, her voice cutting through the polite murmur. “You’ve disgraced the Harper family, you worthless trash!” Molly, elegant in her beaded gown, flinched, but before she could speak, her three companions stepped forward, a formidable wall of dark suits and quiet fury. “Don’t you dare touch my girl,” the man in the navy suit growled, his eyes dark. The one in glasses added, “Or you’re freaking dead.” The Harpers scoffed. “These broke-ass nobodies couldn’t send such gifts! We know the big shots from Hopkins are coming!” the younger Harper woman sneered, holding up a small vial. “I sent these. My boss, Mr. Carter, invented this anti-aging serum.” A knowing smile played on the lips of the man in glasses. “Actually,” he began, taking the vial from the smug woman’s hand, “I developed these Alpha-3 stem cell kits. Mr. Carter had nothing to do with them.” He pulled out his phone, making a quick call. “Tell HR to process William Carter’s termination. And that new intern he hired? Fire her, too.” The younger Harper woman’s face contorted in disbelief as her own phone rang, then dropped from her trembling fingers. Her job offer, her very career, vanished with a single, devastating call. The Harpers, once so loud, were utterly silenced, their cruel words now hollow echoes in the stunned room. Molly was caught between three powerful suitors—the world's richest man, a genius doctor, and a mafia