Chapter 124 The evening air was still, heavy with the fading gold of sunset as Selena sat on her bed, scrolling aimlessly through her phone. She hadn’t been able to focus on anything since morning. Her mind kept drifting to Alexander—his voice, his expression, the way he said goodbye without saying goodbye.Her phone buzzed suddenly. She looked down at the screen, and her breath caught.Alexander.Her heart skipped. For a second, she hesitated—half afraid, half relieved—before she answered.“Alexander?”His voice came through, calm but tired, the sound of the wind faintly echoing in the background. “Hey, Selena.”She straightened immediately, her pulse racing. “Where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you all day.”There was a brief pause before he answered, “I’m already out of the country.”Selena froze, her mouth slightly open. “Yeah I know”“Yes,” Alexander said softly. “I had to. Things were getting out of control here, and my father thought it was best for me to return to Switze

Chapter 126 The morning sun filtered through the tinted windows of the Morello limousine as it pulled into the circular drive of Morello Industries Headquarters—a gleaming glass tower that mirrored the city skyline. The building had always stood as a symbol of legacy and power, but to Alexander, it now looked like a battlefield waiting to unfold.Seated beside him, Mr. Morello adjusted his cufflinks and gave his son a brief look. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Alex? Once we walk through those doors, there’s no turning back.”Alexander’s gaze was steady. “I’ve been ready since the day I remembered who betrayed me.”His father nodded slowly, though a flicker of unease crossed his face. “Jeffery will be there. He’ll try to provoke you—don’t give him the satisfaction.”Alexander offered a faint, cool smile. “He won’t see it coming.”---The moment they entered the lobby, whispers began to ripple through the corridors. Employees froze mid-conversation, eyes widening as they recogniz

Chapter 128 The city was quiet by the time Jeffery reached his private office on the top floor of the Glass Tower. From the outside, it looked like any other corporate suite — sleek, sterile, professional. But behind the tinted doors and the gleam of expensive art, Jeffery’s office was a different kind of battlefield.He loosened his tie, dropped into the leather chair, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid caught the dim light, swirling like fire.“Arrogant brat,” he muttered, his voice low and sharp. “He thinks he can walk back into this family and take everything that belongs to me.”He replayed Alexander’s cold words in his mind — “You were never my father, Jeffery. And I was never your child.” The audacity of it made his jaw clench. For years, Jeffery had waited for this— for a chance to consolidate his power while Alexander was gone, presumed dead. And now, the boy had returned, disrupting everything.He took a slow sip, then reached for his phone. His fingers

Chapter 130 Jeffery’s footsteps echoed sharply through the hallway as he exited the boardroom. The humiliation still burned in his chest. For years, he had moved in the shadows of the Morello empire — manipulating, feeding off his cousin’s trust, always unseen. But now, Alexander, the golden boy who was supposed to be dead, had returned and ripped the rug from under him.As soon as Jeffery got to his office, he slammed the door and poured himself a glass of whiskey. His hands trembled slightly as he lifted it. “That arrogant brat,” he muttered, his voice low and bitter. “He thinks he can walk in here and throw people around like chess pieces? He has no idea who he’s dealing with.”He took a long gulp of the drink, then leaned against his desk, eyes narrowing. “So, he’s started cleaning house. Fine. Let’s see how long his righteousness lasts.”Jeffery picked up his phone and dialed a private number — one that didn’t appear on company records. The line clicked, and a calm male voice an

Chapter 132Alexander didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the dark horizon, lost in thought. So Jeffery wasn’t working alone. Someone else was helping him move from the shadows — someone organized enough to clean up evidence, to erase trails, to silence witnesses.He looked back at the man. “You’ll keep meeting him. Act normal. Whatever instructions he gives, follow them. I’ll tell you what to do next.”“But what if—”Alexander cut him off. “No ‘what if.’ Just do it.”The man opened his mouth, then closed it again. He finally nodded, defeated. “Alright. I’ll do what you say.”Alexander studied him for another moment, then handed him the camera back — minus the memory card. “You’re being watched now,” he said coldly. “Don’t test me.”The spy quickly climbed back into his car and sped off, disappearing into the misty night.Alexander stood there for a long while, the sound of the engine fading in the distance. His heartbeat was steady, but his mind was racing.He had suspe