The conference venue in Elleville City brimmed with life that morning. The vast hall shimmered under chandeliers that glowed like captured stars, and the air buzzed with an intoxicating mix of anticipation and power. Every corner of the sprawling compound spoke of wealth—sleek security patrols, sharply uniformed ushers guiding guests, and a car park that looked like a parade of luxury: polished Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, and the latest hypercars gleamed under the sunlight.From the gates to the entrance, the scene was a blend of grace and grandeur. Men in tailored suits and women draped in designer gowns stepped onto the crimson carpet, their confidence evident in every stride. The very air seemed to announce that only the influential, the rich, and the famous had gathered there. Conversations flowed in hushed tones, laughter mingled with business whispers, and camera flashes sparkled intermittently as journalists tried to capture the essence of the moment.Yet amidst all this, Loga

Harry continued his tirade, his voice cutting through the soft murmur of the conference hall like a whip. Guests at three nearby tables stiffened, some turning their heads with curiosity, others with visible distaste. He did not care. Every glance, every startled shift of a shoulder, only fueled his performance.“Charlotte,” Harry sneered, raising his glass of champagne as though it were a weapon aimed at her, “you know, your family is nothing but a forgotten history. Everywhere you go, it’s just failure after failure. No wonder Grandma Sullivan never left you people a dime in her inheritance.”The words were precise, sharp, and deliberate, calculated to wound. Charlotte felt a rush of heat creep up her neck, coloring her cheeks a deep, humiliating red. Whispers fluttered around the table like restless birds, carried on the soft rustle of silks and the clink of glasses. Her fingers dug into the edge of her chair, trying to anchor herself, to stem the tremor that ran through her han

Harry leaned back slightly in his chair, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he addressed those seated in front of him and around the table. His voice carried with deliberate clarity, loud enough to be heard by nearby attendees, though not so loud as to disturb the formal air of the conference hall.“You know,” he began, raising a hand in a sweeping gesture, “I have connections with the convener of this conference. And I’m certain that my company will win the speech and presentations tonight. We’ll emerge as the winner, mark my words.”He paused briefly, allowing the statement to settle, letting the weight of his assumed superiority hang in the air. Some guests nodded subtly, a mixture of respect and envy flickering across their faces. Others kept polite smiles, concealing the irritation or disbelief he seemed to provoke.“If anyone here wants a favor after this conference,” Harry continued, leaning forward slightly and lowering his voice as if sharing a secret of u

The announcement hit Harry like a physical blow. As the emcee’s words rang out, stating that Portal Construction was banned from all future conferences and would never again be permitted to participate, Harry’s face turned a sickly shade of pale. His earlier shock had been intense, but this new development plunged him into an even deeper pit of frustration and shame. The humiliation he felt this time was unlike anything he had experienced before—far worse than the initial sting of being overlooked.All eyes in the hall seemed to shift toward him. Attendees, judges, and colleagues, some of whom had previously been deferential or mildly envious, now watched with a mixture of judgment and curiosity. The smugness he had carried so confidently just hours ago had evaporated entirely, leaving only embarrassment and the realization of how publicly he had overestimated himself. His chest tightened as every stare dug into him, a physical manifestation of the shame consuming him.Harry lower

Charlotte was rushed to the hospital.The doctors had run several tests.Barbara sat on one side of the room, her hands clasped tightly together in prayer. John paced slowly near the window, his brows furrowed in anxious thought. Logan stood at Charlotte’s side, his fingers interlaced with hers, trying to hide his own fears beneath a mask of strength.For days, Charlotte had been unwell, and the family’s anxiety had only grown heavier. When the doctors finally reentered the room, their faces softened with relief. One of them cleared his throat before speaking gently.“Mr. Brooks, Mrs. Brooks,” the doctor said with a calm smile, “after conducting a series of tests, we can confirm that Charlotte is pregnant.”The words seemed to echo in the air. For a second, silence consumed the room as though everyone was trying to process what had just been said. Then Logan’s face broke into a wide, almost boyish grin. He clasped Charlotte’s hand tighter, his eyes sparkling.“Pregnant?” he repeat