Caleb woke up sweaty, with a neck that felt like the bones in it had been replaced with iron. He cursed under his breath as he shifted his weight, his eyes immediately drifting to the hotel's main entrance. There was no one.He could vividly remember when the hotel's image had stopped being clear last night. It was past three a.m. and this was still seven a.m. He gave a small sigh, hoping that Coulter had not suddenly decided to leave around those hours. It would mean his entire wait here was for nothing. He checked his phone again. There were a lot of missed calls from Dexter and Melissa, one text from Dexter telling him he missed his chance, and Melissa begging him to pick up.He rolled his eyes and settled back in the car, his mimd drifting. Melissa had already hit rock bottom, so there was absolutely no way he was going to let her rub it off on him.Besides, moving away from Melissa would help his agenda with Coulter. The bad blood between Melissa and Coulter would have nothing

Coulter opened the door to his office using the iris scanner, then stepped into the large space, his hands in his pocket.Ian followed right behind, his fingers wrapped around his phone and a few documents."Martinez sent some additional things to be looked at during the meeting on Monday. Melissa seems very eager."Coulter walked to the large minibar and poured a neat glass. He brought it to his lips, took in a slow sip, and then walked towards his seat."What's the update on the Singapore expansion? I was thinking of extending a request to NS so they can profit off the market. It might help boost profit."Iam gave a small nod. "I will draw up the papers. The expansion is going well, and all key members are already on board. These are actually the final papers for the expansion. We also have Mr. Jackson on standby to go to Singapore once everything is ready."Coulter nodded. "Mr. Jackson is a good choice. Has a good eye. Talking of... Caleb spoke to me this morning."Ian raised a bro

Caleb finished warming up the leftovers in the fridge, then sat down on the couch, his eyes darting to his phone.Dexter had gone silent after Caleb had failed to show up, and Melissa had finslly stopped calling after bombarding his phone with calls.He rolled his eyes at the thought of her. The fucking peasant bitch really thinks he would pick up and then, what?Come help her get three hundred and fifty million from some fantasy land that only exists in her mind?He ate slowly, his mind reeling. One more meeting with Coulter. Preferably unrushed. He would be able to sit down and not only gain his sympathy but also his favour. Coulter was still the man who had endured Melissa's constant nonsense for years while they were married and still continues to accept her stupid tantrums. Obviously, he would be forgiving of Caleb too.Caleb could already picture it. The closeness with Coulter. The way he would become Coulter's right hand man. The way he would start to suck him dry, provided the

Coulter took in a deep breath, his hand slowly reaching to hold her own, his fingers tightening around hers. "Hey." She slowly shook her head. "It's okay if you want to think about it. I just..." "I don't want to think about it," Coulter said, measuring his words carefully. "I would have asked you myself, Amelia. But then, my divorce was just a few months ago. I don't want it to feel like a rebound. That is the only reason I waited." Coulter knew this was better. Better than telling her he had lots of secrets, and he did not know how to start untangling them from the feelings they now shared. Amelia nodded. "I can wait for you. Is that okay?" Coulter gave a big smile, then shook his head. "I was about to tell you that despite it all, I was still going to be selfish and ask you to wait for me. Just a bit longer. Is that okay?" Amelia gave a small smile, her fingers tightening around his. "Yes. I wouldn't mind as long as I still have this." "You always will," Coulter ass

Caleb parked right outside the oenthouse and leaned back on the driver's seat to catch his breath. His ribs throbbed like a bitch, his lip still cut, and his eyes felt heavy. The only person who could immediately help was Melissa. Maybe she still had a bit of use. He couldn't discard her right now, especially since he knew the company would have at least two million.Coulter was a long-term project that would take a bit of time to start getting returns from. For now, he would use these injuries and get her to soften up, because he knew she was livid from the fact that he had been actively avoiding her ever since she told him of the downfall of Martinez.He moved slowly out of the car, then pushed himself straight, a grown leaving his bloody lips. He hadn't even bothered to change into different clothes. His hair was still dishevelled, his chest heaving hard as he closed the car door behind him.He went up to the penthouse, then pushed the door open. They rarely ever closed it, especi