Javier's smirk didn't waver as he leaned against the doorframe, his sharp gaze locked onto the two men standing just outside the room. Marcellus and Hudson, the masterminds behind this pathetic setup, had the audacity to show up now? How convenient.Valeria's breath hitched, her hands clenching into fists. "What is he doing here?" she snapped, her voice laced with fury as she glared at Marcellus.Marcellus, ever the performer, let out a mock sigh and shook his head. "Valeria, I came because I was worried about you. I knew something was off about Javier. I warned you, didn’t I? And now..." His eyes flicked toward Adriana, who was still trembling. "Now you see the truth."Javier let out a quiet chuckle, slow and menacing. "The truth?" He tilted his head slightly. "Tell me, Marcellus, which part of this mess did you rehearse the most? The fake concern, or the dramatic entrance?"Hudson, standing beside his son, scoffed. "Still arrogant, I see. That attitude of yours is exactly why you're

The hallway remained suffocatingly silent.Javier Everhart had never been one to raise his voice or demand attention, yet here he was—standing with that ever-calm expression, his very presence demanding the respect of the entire room. The moment the man had kneeled before him, every whispered insult, every mocking glance had dissolved into fear.Marcellus clenched his jaw. He had spent years enjoying moments like these, watching Javier be dismissed as merely a composed, boring man. But now, something was wrong.Javier wasn’t supposed to have this kind of influence.Not him.Not while Marcellus and his father were working to rip everything away from Valeria Solano—including her company, her reputation, and her engagement.Marcellus quickly regained his composure, forcing a smirk. "Well, that was dramatic. What’s next? Are people going to start throwing themselves at your feet?" His voice was laced with mockery, but there was an underlying stiffness that Javier easily caught.Javier gla

Marcellus stood frozen, his eyes locked onto the small object in Alicia’s fingers. His normally arrogant expression was gone, replaced by something Javier had never seen before—pure, unfiltered fear.Hudson, too, had stiffened, his gaze flickering between Alicia and the item she held.Javier, however, remained as calm as ever. He observed the situation with mild interest, his sharp eyes catching every microexpression on Marcellus’s face.Alicia twirled the object between her fingers, her smirk never fading. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Marcellus.”Marcellus swallowed hard, his fists clenching. “Where… Where did you get that?”Alicia chuckled, slow and dangerous. “Oh, come now. Did you really think something this valuable wouldn’t find its way back to me?”Javier tilted his head slightly. “And what exactly is this?”Alicia turned her gaze to him, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”Javier’s lips curled into a half-smile. “I would.”Alicia let out a low

The room remained eerily silent, the weight of Nathaniel’s actions sinking into everyone’s consciousness. A man like him—calculated, ruthless, and feared—kneeling before Javier Everhart? It was unthinkable. Impossible. And yet, here it was.Hudson’s face twisted in fury. “What the hell is this nonsense?!” His voice thundered through the room, but no one moved.Marcellus, still in shock, managed to stammer, “Y-You… You’re supposed to be on our side, Westwood.”Nathaniel didn’t even spare him a glance. His attention remained solely on Javier, his posture unwavering.Javier tilted his head slightly, eyes dark with quiet amusement. “Interesting.” His voice was calm, as always, but there was something in his expression—something that sent a ripple of unease through his enemies.Valeria finally stepped forward, her arms crossed. “I don’t understand.” Her voice was laced with both suspicion and frustration. “Why are you doing this, Westwood? You have nothing to gain.”Nathaniel slowly lifted

"Is that fear I see on your face, Marcellus?"Javier’s voice was calm as always, but there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it—like a knife hidden beneath silk.Marcellus scoffed, straightening his suit. "Fear? Don’t flatter yourself, Everhart. This isn’t over."Javier remained motionless, his piercing gaze locked onto Marcellus. "No, it’s not. But for you? It will be soon."Hudson clenched his fists, his face a mask of barely contained rage. "You think one file is enough to bring us down? You’re a fool."Javier tilted his head slightly, as if considering the words. "A fool? Maybe. But I don’t need much to destroy you—just a single well-placed move. And you, Hudson, have handed me the perfect opportunity."Valeria stepped forward, her eyes cold. "I warned you, Marcellus. I warned you not to play games with me. But you never listen, do you?"Marcellus sneered. "You always think you're untouchable, Valeria. But let’s see how long that lasts."Javier’s gaze didn’t waver. "Threatenin