The tension in The room was extremely tense that even Eva And Ananda were confused about how The matter escalated to such levels and they were right in the middle of it all. “Alright, What are you going to do now, Felix? It seems like we have you outnumbered by a lot.” Sean bragged. Felix knew that he had been outmatched at this point and he was regretting the fact that he didn't bring more guards With him to the event. what is the meaning of these ruckus” a voice echoed, drawing everyone's attention Felix smirked as soon as he saw that it was Elliot who had walked into.the room. Everyone else was equally surprised as nobody expected that the CEO of Pegasus Enterprise would attend this event. Elliot Brown entered with the kind of presence that silenced rooms. The murmurs died instantly, all eyes turning toward the man who was as enigmatic as he was powerful. He didn’t spare the crowd a glance, his focus laser-sharp as he made his way to Eva. “Are you alright?” he asked, hi

Eva woke with a strange heaviness in her chest. There was an odd sense of unease lingering in the air, like the remnants of a dream she couldn’t quite grasp. Brushing it off, she pushed herself out of bed and began her morning routine, letting the warm shower wash away the remnants of her restless night. By the time she was dressed and heading downstairs for breakfast, her mind was fully occupied with work. She had no time to dwell on uneasy feelings. But as she stepped into the kitchen, she froze. Chris. Standing at the stove, casually flipping pancakes as if he belonged there. For a moment, she thought she was still dreaming. Then reality slammed into her like a freight train. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “What the hell are you doing here?” Chris turned, grinning as if she had just welcomed him home. “Making breakfast.” Eva’s jaw tightened. Before she could lash out, another voice interrupted. Bruce and Kate stepped into the room, both halting mid-step at

Chris let out a slow breath, controlling the simmering anger beneath his exterior. He had expected Sean to be a problem—an arrogant fool with no self-awareness—but Edward? Attempting to take Eva by force was an entirely different matter. That was an offense that would not go unanswered. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his jaw before speaking again. “How did Eva handle it?” Elliot hesitated briefly before responding. “Miss Carter maintained her composure, sir. She did not allow the incident to affect her publicly. However, based on what I gathered from Miss Amanda, she barely slept last night.” Chris’s fingers stilled. He had been halfway across the world while Eva was dealing with this. And yet, when he returned, she had treated him with cold disdain. “Speaking of Eva,” Chris murmured, eyes narrowing slightly. “She was furious with me this morning. I don’t understand why.” Elliot remained silent for a moment before carefully choosing his words. “Mr. Chairman, Mis

Moments later, Emma was led into the VIP section. At the far end of the lounge, seated in an opulent leather chair, was Dexter. The casino manager was a bald, heavyset man dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. A cigar smoldered between his fingers, and a smug smirk played on his lips as he regarded Emma. “Well, well,” Dexter drawled, taking a slow drag from his cigar. “If it isn’t the dutiful daughter.” Emma stepped forward, pulling out the envelope of cash. “I’m here to pay my father’s debt. This should cover everything.” With a surprised expression on his face, Dexter leaned forward slightly, taking the envelope with feigned interest. He flipped through the bills before exhaling a dramatic sigh. “This is cute,” he said, tossing the money onto the table carelessly. “But it’s not enough.” Emma’s stomach dropped. “What? That’s the full amount he owed!” Dexter shrugged. “I don’t know what my account manager told you but I presume you are smart enough to do the maths yourself. Th

Dexter’s grin faltered for the first time. His eyes darted to his hidden dealer, who subtly signaled that his hand wasn’t as strong as he thought. For the first time, uncertainty flickered in Dexter’s expression. But his pride wouldn’t let him back down. “All in,” he snarled. The dealer flipped the final two cards—King of Spades and a Nine of Spades. Chris had hit a Royal Flush—the highest possible hand. The room erupted into murmurs. Dexter’s face turned pale as he realized he had walked right into a trap. Chris leaned back, crossing his arms. “Looks like I win.” Dexter’s hands clenched into fists. “You… you cheated.” Chris tilted his head. “Cheating? You would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” Ethan chuckled. “Boss, looks like the casino manager isn’t used to losing.” Dexter slammed his fists onto the table. “I won’t let this slide.” Chris’s eyes darkened. “A deal is a deal. You don’t want to go back on your word now, do you?” Dexter ground his teeth. He did expect t