The Next Morning... Sunlight filtered through the window blinds, casting soft rays across the room. Andrew sat on the couch, fully dressed, his expression unreadable. His mind was already spinning with plans, but first, he needed answers. Taylor walked into the living room, stretching lazily. "Man, I haven’t slept this good in a while," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. Andrew barely looked at him. "Taylor, I need you to run a deep dive on Nelson Telsa. Find out everything about his financial downfall." Taylor blinked, then scowled. "Whoa, whoa. Hold up, Andrew. Since when did I become your personal investigator? You do realize I charge for this, right?" Fredrick, sipping his coffee, snorted loudly. He turned to Taylor with an amused smirk. "Yeah, sure. Just make sure to remind him that he was a billionaire." Leon nearly choked on his drink as both he and Fredrick burst into laughter. Andrew exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Fine. I know I’m broke right now, but let’s get s

The boardroom remained silent, the influential figures around the long, polished table exchanged glances. Andrew sat calmly, arms crossed, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.One of the older board members, Mr. Caldwell, cleared his throat and finally spoke.“Given Mr. Everest’s… history, I propose a vote.” He looked around the table. “It’s in the best interest of the company that we determine who should remain at the helm—Miriam, who has led Stellarite Resources to unprecedented growth, or Andrew Everest, who—”He didn’t finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.Miriam looked hesitant, her fingers tightening around the back of the chair she was standing beside.One by one, the hands of the board members began to rise.“All in favor of keeping Miriam as CEO?”Slowly, nearly every hand in the room went up.Andrew didn’t react. He simply watched, his expression unreadable.Miriam turned toward him, her face filled with false reluctance. “Andrew… you see, the board h

Andrew sat near the window in a Café cups against saucers. His gaze was fixed on the Blackwood Enterprises building across the street.He took a slow sip of his coffee, letting the warmth settle in his chest.Then, he smirked to himself. "I know that look," he thought, remembering the way Ryan Westwood had placed his hand on Hannah’s back, the way he had stood between them as if he owned her.Andrew’s grip on his cup tightened. He wasn’t a fool. Ryan was interested in her.And Hannah… she didn’t have clue that they were in a relationship before. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips as he squeezed the disposable coffee cup, almost crushing it."So that’s how it is?" he thought.His smirk faded, replaced by a hardened expression."Fine. Game on."He stood abruptly, tossing the cup into the trash before walking out.**********Andrew was in the closet if the office he went straight for the wardrobe.If he was going to do this, he needed to look the part.After two years of exile, prison, an

Andrew gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the streets of Lantana City. His body ached from the fight, blood staining his once-pristine white shirt. The adrenaline had worn off, and now the sharp pain of his wounds was creeping in.Beside him, Hannah sat in the passenger seat, her arms folded as she kept glancing at him. Her face was filled with concern, her brows furrowed."You sure you're okay?" she asked softly.Andrew smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. "I’ve had worse."Hannah sighed. "That doesn’t answer my question, Andrew."He chuckled, but the movement sent a jolt of pain through his ribs. "I’ll be fine. Just a few bruises."She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Can I have your number?"Andrew’s fingers tensed slightly on the wheel. He reached for his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to her."Go ahead."Hannah took the phone, quickly saving his contact. But as she typed in his number, a strange expression crossed her face.Her heart skipped

By the next morning, the Stellarite boardroom was filled with an uncomfortable tension. The usually composed executives exchanged hushed whispers, their eyes occasionally darting toward the door as if expecting something to happen. The rumors had already made their way to the financial media outlets—whispers of Andrew Everest’s supposed reckless expansion causing stockholders to panic, leading to a drop in the company’s value.The door opened, and Andrew Everest walked in, his expression unreadable.He moved with a quiet confidence that seemed to suck the air out of the room. Without a word, he made his way to the head of the table and took his seat.Langley Harper, seated further down the table, tried to maintain his usual composed demeanor. But the sweat on his forehead betrayed him, and his hands clenched around the edge of the table, betraying his anxiety.Elaine Monroe, one of the senior directors, shifted uncomfortably in her seat before clearing her throat. She leaned forward,