Coulter parked the car in front of a quiet building, strung with pretty fairy lights that turned the dark place into something atmospheric.Amelia leaned forward. "Where is this?""Shh," Coulter said, turning to her. "You will see."Amelia broke into a smile as Coulter shoved his phone away, shutting off the outside world. He got out of the car and walked around to open the door. He extended his hand, and she immediately took it, her hands wrapping around his fingers. He closed the car door and led her to the small door that led inside. He pushed the door open and walked in. The small hallway was dark, and Coulter led the way towards an open space.Amelia followed behind, and once she saw the open space, she froze, her heart stopping in her throat. The space was small, hidden speakers producing slow music. The entire place was illuminated in warm, golden lights that looked like the sun was setting gloriously in this place. To the right was a simple table for two, filled with food a

Ian stood in front of the massive mahogany desk, his eyes resting on Coulter's broad back. Coulter was facing the marge windows that framed the skyline of the city he ruled from the shadows, a city that knew only of him and of his influence, but not truly of his name."What are you going to do?" Ian finally asked, his voice low. "He is definitely going to try to see you out. It might get ugly."Coulter simply gave a small sigh. "Then let it. I am going to protect my legacy, and I am not going to be coerced out of this privacy until I am ready for it. He can do whatever he wants, but I won't be affected by it."Ian gave a slow nod. "He gets dangerous. He gets really, really dangerous, Coulter. You remember the last time? When you made the Black company go bankrupt and all of their shady business and illegal shippings came to light. You remember the scar he left on you. And now... now it isn't just you anymore."Coulter thought of Amelia. How happy she had been yesterday despite how cl

Coulter went through all of the incriminating documents and recordings that Ian had put together on Caleb. His eyes were narrow, and the reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as his eyes went through every single line.He finally closed it and leaned back on his seat, his fingers clasped over each other. "Interesting.""It is," Ian said, nodding. "After your earlier request, I tried to check how Melissa and Peter knew each other, to make sure it wasn't just through you, and why he decided to contact her before his own brother."Coulter simply nodded, his eyes still scanning the document in front of him. "There is still no trace yet, but I will dig more. I will make sure to bring you results in a few hours.""I need one more thing." Ian stopped and turned. "Yes, sir?""I was there when Caleb left Amelia to go abroad. He didn't look like someone who cared about her enough back then, and I can't help but realize that she had not started Martinez Corp back then, since I only

"No, I don't want anything ostentatious or too flashy. I don't want a lot of guests either. Just a few frontrunners, the board that stayed during the bankruptcy phase, employees who remained loyal, and a few media persons just for coverage. Nothing too big."Amelia's secretary scribbled fast, then took a step back. "I will put the guest list together for you. I will handle the invited. Currently, the gold embossed invited are a trend among elites. We were thinking of ordering them...""Scratch that," Amelia said, leaning back on her chair. Her hair was pushed back in a ponytail, and she was wearing a simple double-breasted black suit.She looked every inch, the CEO who now had the X shares, a public company, and the man who, unbeknownst to her, ruled the world."I don't want to follow some trend amongst the elites. I want something economical and sensible. There is absolutely no need to spend so much money on an invite that will be thrown out after the event. Please keep that in mind.

Caleb slowly took the elevator to the fifth floor, his eyes wide like he had just seen a ghost, his hands still tapping against his thigh like he was trying to wake himself up.Coulter. How could that man maintain a lie for so long? How had none of them even thought about it?He closed his eyes, remembering how the guard at the villa had literally almost bowed to Coulter. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and opened. He made no move to get out. He needed to be sure. He couldn't possibly go to Dexter and act like he could do anything sensible when there was a possibility that Coulter was out there, watching them all play into his trap like fools.Besides, if Coulter was exactly what he thought Coulter was, then that was probably a much bigger prospect than whatever mediocre deal Dexter could offer him.He pushed the elevator buttons, his resolve hardening. Once the elevator opened at the down floor, he ran out to the parked car outside.He got in, and turned around, pushing the