Isabella’s piercing scream echoed across the venue.“That’s impossible!”The words tore through the carefully controlled atmosphere, sharp and unrestrained, cutting across conversations, music, and the lingering authority of Lorenzo’s announcement. For a split second, everything stilled.Then—The reaction came. Not sympathy. Not support. Ridicule.“Did she just shout at Lorenzo’s decision?”A man near the front leaned toward his companion, his voice low but not low enough. His lips curled in faint amusement.“How embarrassing.”A woman beside him let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth with delicate fingers as her eyes flicked toward Isabella.“She really thinks she’s untouchable.”The whispers spread fast.Like sparks catching dry grass.“They replaced her company and she’s screaming?”“That’s not confidence. That’s desperation.”“Looks like someone just fell from the top.”Each word was quiet.But together—They built into something loud.Something suffocating.Isabella stood froze

Her anger shifted. It did not fade. It transformed. From shock to accusation, from disbelief to something sharper, more desperate, more unstable. “This is manipulation!” Isabella snapped, her voice cutting through the hall as she pointed directly at Peter. “You planned this!” The accusation was loud. Abrupt. Unrestrained. It drew immediate attention again, pulling back every wandering gaze in the room like a magnet snapping iron filings into place. Peter frowned instantly. “What?” he said, clearly caught off guard. “What are you talking about?” His voice carried confusion, not defensiveness, which only made the situation worse for Isabella. The lack of immediate guilt or panic did not match the narrative forming in her mind. She took a step forward, heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. “Don’t pretend,” she said coldly. “You were kneeling earlier, begging for approval, and now suddenly you’re standing here replacing Tomorrow Group?” Her eyes narrowed. “It doesn’

Peter stood a little straighter than before, as if the announcement had physically rebuilt him. The weight that had been crushing him minutes ago was gone, replaced with something closer to disbelief mixed with pride. Every glance from surrounding executives now felt different, less dismissive, more measuring.And he noticed it immediately.Respect did not come loudly in rooms like this. It shifted quietly, like air pressure.He turned slightly toward Luca again, his voice lower now, almost reverent.“Mr. Gray… I really don’t know how to thank you,” Peter said. “This is beyond anything I expected.”Luca’s expression did not change. He remained composed, hands in his pockets, eyes calm as if the entire outcome had been predictable from the start.“You already did,” Luca said simply.Peter blinked. “I did?”“You agreed to act when it mattered,” Luca replied. “Most people fail before that point.”Peter hesitated, then nodded quickly. “I won’t disappoint you. I promise.”Caterina stood sl

The night air outside the conference venue was colder than expected, but it did nothing to cool the fury burning inside Isabella. Her heels struck the pavement with sharp, echoing clicks, each step carrying the weight of humiliation she refused to show inside.Her composure, so carefully maintained under countless eyes, shattered the moment the doors closed behind her.“This is all his fault!” Isabella snapped, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.Alessandro followed closely behind, his expression tense. He glanced around instinctively, making sure no one from the conference had followed them out.“Lower your voice,” he said, keeping his tone controlled. “People might hear.”“I don’t care,” Isabella shot back. “Let them hear. Let them all hear how a piece of trash like him thinks he can humiliate me.”Her chest rose and fell sharply, anger tightening every line of her posture. The elegant woman from moments ago was gone, replaced by something raw and unfiltered.Alessandr

The sterile white lights of the hospital corridor cast a harsh glow over Isabella’s face, draining it of what little color remained. The nurse stood behind the station with her arms crossed, her expression sharp and unimpressed, as if she had seen too many excuses dressed up as concern.“Explain?” Isabella’s voice cut through the air, low and dangerous, her gaze locking onto Alessandro like a blade pressed against skin.Alessandro’s throat tightened. For a brief second, he considered lying again, spinning another convenient story the way he always did. But the nurse’s presence, her knowing look, made it harder. Still, pride forced him to speak.“There’s… nothing to explain,” he said stiffly, forcing a scoff. “She’s just a nurse. What does she know? Probably confused.”The nurse let out a short, humorless laugh. “Confused? I handle her account personally. There’s no confusion.” Her eyes flicked between them with open disdain. “The bills stopped getting paid months ago. Completely stopp