Edward stepped into the coffee cafe, the faint hum of conversations and the clinking of cups filling the air.He moved his eyes over the people sitting and drinking, scanning each face with calm precision.“Okay,” he murmured under his breath, his gaze sharpening.“There she is.” he said quietly, as he began to approach her.Across the room, Betty sat stiffly, her posture betraying the tension running through her body.Betty’s heart raced. She had been here for over ten minutes now, waiting for him after Alexander had given her the exact location and time.Every passing second had felt longer than the last.Edward chuckled silently as he noticed how she dug her fingers into her palm, as though grounding herself.That level of nervousness was not something he ignored.It reminded him of earlier.Thirty minutes ago, he had been standing right in front of his master, Liam.He saw the call come through to his personal cell number, the screen lighting up briefly in the quiet room.“Sir, Al

Carter’s heart continued to beat rapidly.It was not just fast. It was violent.Each thud pressed painfully against his chest like it wanted to break free.He heard it loud and clear. Betty’s voice. Her roar.It echoed again.And again.Twelve minutes earlier,“Well, the Kingston Enterprises is all gone now. No employees, no investors, no nothing. Are you fucking happy now?”The words refused to leave him.They clung to his mind, repeating without mercy.The moment he closed his eyes, he saw it all over again.He remembered it clearly.When he got the message about Brandon being selected as the acting president, the thought did not just come.It struck him.Like something sharp.Like something that split his mind open.He saw it like a vision.Himself storming into his villa.His breath uneven.His fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned pale.Then the rage.The uncontrollable rage.How he launched forward.How his fist connected with Brandon’s face.Again.And again.And again.H

EDWARD STEPPED INTO THE CAR AS HE STEPPED OUT OF THE cafe. The door shut behind him with a muted thud, sealing him away from the murmurs outside, yet not enough to drown them completely.She smirked faintly, the image catching in his mind as he saw her, Betty kneeling in front of the car. The contrast between her soaked figure and the polished machine was jarring, almost unreal.“Sir, should I drive?” Edward asked, his voice careful, measured.“No Edward. She is right in the front.” Liam declined, his gaze fixed ahead, unreadable.“Driving may leave her a scratch. I don’t want that and I don’t want anyone to misunderstand this situation. As you can see, everyone is watching.”Edward nodded. He knew it. Liam was right. This was no longer just a private matter.At the cafe, the employees and the employer stood at the glassy walls, pressed close as though the barrier itself could not contain their curiosity. Their phones in hand, their camera lights brightened, reflecting faintly on the

Lucas rose from the bed. He had not even bothered to take off his shoes the night before. Sleep had come in a careless, restless wave, dragging him under without comfort.He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly as the weight of everything settled back on his shoulders.He had gulped down three shots of whiskey, trying to force his mind into clarity, trying to build a plan from the business angle that could bring Liam down. But every idea he had come up with collapsed before it could even stand. Every route led to a dead end.Nothing worked.He walked to the glass wall in his room and pulled the curtain aside. The city stretched before him, alive, powerful, indifferent.For a moment, he just stood there, staring.Then he sighed.The thought came back again.Sharp. Annoying. Refusing to leave.What Betty said on Instagram Live yesterday.His jaw tightened. His fist clenched into his palm as the memory replayed in his head. The humiliation. The implication. The way everything see

“Not only have you embarrassed yourself, you are about to embarrass our family just like that stupid brat embarrassed his family.”The sharp voice cut through the air before Malico could even steady his breath.A woman stepped down the stairs slowly, her hands gliding along the rail as she descended with controlled confidence.Each step echoed with authority.Her hair covered one part of her eyes, giving her a shadowed, intimidating look. She was wearing a white suit with white pants that clung to her body perfectly, outlining a figure that still carried power despite everything she had been through.Malico jumped to his feet immediately.He cleared his throat as though he were not the one who had been sitting on the ground moments ago, his back pressed awkwardly against the wall.“Ahem!” he forced out.“Didn’t know you are awake yet,” Malico exclaimed before his thoughts could catch up with his mouth.“Awake?” the lady repeated, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk.There was