The next morning, the main Xanta family residence still bore traces of the lavish wedding celebration from the night before. Yet beneath the shimmer of crystal chandeliers and the rich red carpet that had yet to be rolled away, the morning air was far from joyous. Downstairs, the family dining room gradually filled with members of the Xanta clan. The long table was lined with a complete breakfast spread, but not a single person was truly eating. A tense atmosphere hung thick—like a dark cloud hovering above their heads. Aunt Wulan, known as one of the most outspoken and sharp-tongued women in the family, set her spoon down with an audible clink. She looked across the table at Madam Nousa, who sat at the head with an unreadable expression, and broke the silence. “This is utterly disappointing,” she said sharply. “The senior relatives from the eastern are asking why no one stepped in to stop that marriage. As if we’ve all forgotten—our family has been in conflict with the Guezz

Once Zander and Biella left the house, the atmosphere in the dining room exploded. Darren, who had been holding back his anger, finally couldn't contain his emotions any longer. With a rough motion, he slammed the empty chair next to him, causing it to tumble violently and crash to the floor. The glasses and plates on the table trembled, some even falling and shattering into pieces. "I've been humiliated in front of everyone!" Darren shouted, his eyes red, his breath heavy. Without waiting any longer, the aunts and their children quickly began leaving the dining room one by one, whispering to each other and lowering their heads in fear. They knew that Darren, in his rage, was not someone who could be confronted with logic. Since childhood, Darren had been known for his terrible temper, and when his anger exploded, no one dared to get close. In the corner of the room stood Austin—a tall man dressed in a black suit, a shadowy figure known as the head of security for the Xanta

Biella sat at the end of the long glass table, exuding elegance and charisma. Around her, investors—some from overseas—listened intently to the presentation. Slide after slide displayed Xanta Group’s upcoming plans, which many believed were destined for success. An elderly investor from Pran nodded in approval. “I’ve never seen such a rapid comeback. You’ve truly made us consider a significant capital injection.” Biella offered a diplomatic smile. “We’re not just making a comeback, Mr. Jacques. We’re building a stronger foundation. And this time, we know exactly who stands with us… and who’s merely watching from afar.” *** Meanwhile, at the very top floor of the Xanta Group building, the atmosphere was vastly different. The expansive space resembled a private penthouse more than a conventional office. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered a sweeping view of Venua City from one of its most prestigious vantage points. A minimalist bed stood to the left, while a black office ch

“I had a relationship with Zander in the past.” Biella fell silent. But she tried to stay calm, attempting to think positively. “Oh... so you two are old friends?” Nora shook her head slowly but firmly. “More than that.” Those words made Biella’s chest tighten. Yet she didn’t show any strong reaction. She simply turned to Ve and said in a flat tone, “Call Zander. Tell him to come here now.” Ve bowed and quickly walked away. Meanwhile, Biella stood stiffly, hiding the slowly boiling feelings inside her chest. She tried to stay rational, to look professional. But behind it all, she knew she was feeling jealous. She didn’t understand why her feelings for Zander ran so deep. Even though she herself couldn’t fully remember everything about their past. But there was something in her heart that couldn’t be denied—something that struggled when hearing that another woman had Zander... more than just a friend. He was already her legal husband. Their marriage was not fully based on love