Vanessa shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of how to respond. The confidence that had radiated from her just moments ago now seemed to have evaporated. She had dealt with powerful men before, but Mr. Frost was different—there was something about him that made her feel vulnerable, exposed. “Let’s cut through the theatrics, shall we?” Nathan continued, his voice icy but controlled. “So, I received a complaint about the ongoing project, Alex Reed. it was reported that you used fake and substandard materials for the Genesis Project,” Nathan continued, his eyes never leaving Alex. “Materials that put lives at risk, and more importantly, jeopardize my reputation.” Alex squirmed in his seat, but before he could open his mouth to respond, Vanessa interjected, trying to regain some control of the situation. “Mr. Frost, with all due respect, there must be some mistake. Alex has always been meticulous with his work—” “Quiet, Vanessa,” Nathan snapped, his eyes flashing with barely cont

“Mr Frost, I assure you that I am not…” “Shh… you look scared, Vanessa. Calm down. Okay?” Nathan smiled and leaned back. The way he shushed Vanessa was both calming and alarming at the same time. She felt like a kid, a child under scrutiny. “Now, what was your reaction when you found out your fiancé was cheating on you with Megan? Did you ever get to meet her one on one?” Nathan asked with a sly on his lips. Vanessa was tougher than Alex, but she was still humbled. “I do…” “Remember, I am all seeing and hearing. Do not lie to me, Vanessa,” Nathan finished, his voice dropping to a whisper that felt colder than ice. His eyes, piercing and unyielding, bore into hers, as if peeling back every layer of her defences. Vanessa swallowed hard. She was used to being in control, manipulating situations to her advantage. But standing before Nathan Frost, she realised that every calculated move could backfire disastrously. Still, she had to maintain her composure. He could smell fear,

“He is not answering. The heck?” Donald sparked. “He will definitely call back when he sees a missed call from us. For now, I want you all to give your utmost best in this project. It is true that Megan White took more shares than desired, but it is our name that will be on the forefront. Am I clear?” Vivian echoed. Everyone nodded and Vivian was about to say something else when she paused, her attention stolen by another person standing on the doorway. Racheal. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, hot tears. “Again, you all clustered to have a meeting and you guys did not bother to include me?" Racheal's voice cracked as she wiped away the tears. Her once commanding presence had diminished, replaced with vulnerability. The room fell silent. No one wanted to meet her eyes, not even Vivian, who normally had something sharp to say. Vivian sighed, crossing her arms. "Racheal, this isn’t the time for—" "Not the time?" Racheal interrupted, her voice trembling but growing stron

Vivian cleared her throat. “Remember, all of you, the first thing those fucking cops smell is fear. I swear they smell through their eyes. So, compose yourselves and act normal," Vivian commanded in a low, steely voice, her composure quickly returning. She straightened her posture and shot a warning glance at everyone in the room. "Whatever they’re here for, we stay calm. No one shows any signs of panic." Enrique’s smirk disappeared, and even Anita, with all her bravado, seemed slightly shaken. Racheal, however, remained stone-faced, her hand still clenched around the card as if it were her lifeline. Vivian brushed past them all, adjusting her hair and pulling on a serene smile, her movements graceful and controlled. "Let’s not keep our guests waiting, shall we?" The family followed her out of the office, each member trying to mask the tension that lingered in the air. As they entered the sitting room, they were met by the sight of three uniformed officers standing rigidly by the

This angered Marcus so much that his temperature began to rise. He brought out his phone to call the CEO of the hospital, Foster White. The officers laughed. “You are a weirdo. You think this is some sort of urban story where you will just put out a call and the manager will come running to save your ass? Look, I don’t know you, but you are definitely not someone important and you’re wasting my time,” one of the officers finished with a sneer. Marcus felt a surge of rage. His grip tightened around his phone, the knuckles turning white. They had no idea who they were speaking to, and their insolence was pushing him dangerously close to the edge. "You think you can just walk in here, make demands, and insult me?" Before he could say another word, April subtly placed a hand on his arm, her touch gentle yet firm, urging him to calm down. “Marcus,” she said softly, her voice steady but carrying an underlying tension. “Let them do their job. It’s not worth causing a scene.” He glanced