(The Next Day) "You stay back at the company; I'll head to Aurex Biopharmaceuticals alone," Zora spoke as she walked towards the exit, holding a stack of files. "But...." "You are not coming with me; absolutely not," Zora spoke even before Rowan could think about pleading. There was no way she was going to let that happen. Not only was she afraid that Rowan might run his mouth again, she didn't want Aiden to target him. After all, the latter was despicable and would do anything in order to get what he wanted. She didn't want to see Rowan become his victim. "Fine, I'll stay back and convince the shareholders that you'll get the contract, and also, that way, I'll force them to hand over their shares," Rowan chuckled, agreeing, knowing he had no other choice but to listen to his wife. "Good," Zora smiled and walked away, her heart in chaos, wondering how the pitch was going to go. First, there would be a whole lot of companies coming to lay down their pitch. Though according to

(A week later) Rowan sat on the sofa, munching an apple, scrolling casually through his phone. It had been a week since the company secured the contract. Zora had been busy, and she had refused to let him help in any way. Besides, he figured out she had her style of doing things, so trying to forcibly find his way in wouldn't be too good. It was better to watch from the sides. If anything were to happen, he was going to take care of it. Just as Rowan thought this, his phone suddenly buzzed, popping up with Dominic's name. Seeing this, he answered the call. "Sir," Dominic said, sounding rather carefree. "What's wrong?" "There's a lead on the matter you asked me to look into," Dominic answered, his voice turning serious. Instantly, the atmosphere around Rowan tightened and his voice turned cold. "Wait for me, I'll be there." Without waiting for Dominic's reply, he ended the call, placed the last piece of fruit into his mouth, and looked at the empty office. Zora was not arou

Stepping out of the house, Rowan let out a slow breath and shook his head once, the air hitting his face as if to clear whatever was left behind in that place. He stood there for a moment without moving, his expression calm again, like everything that just happened had already been filed away and sealed. Then he reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and dialed a number. “Pick me up,” he said simply. “I’ll send the address.” He ended the call without waiting for a reply. Less than three minutes later, the quiet street was filled with the low hum of engines as a line of black luxury cars pulled up in perfect order, stopping neatly in front of him like a trained formation. The doors opened almost at the same time, and a man in his late forties stepped out from the front car, his posture straight, his presence steady as he walked toward Rowan. “Sir,” the man said respectfully, stopping a short distance away. “The car is ready.” Rowan didn’t respond immediately. He just loo

The air seemed to freeze the moment the voice sounded.Instantly, all the ladies turned around sharply, wanting to see who it was. But the moment they laid eyes on the figure, they froze and swallowed.Without uttering another word, the ladies scrambled out of the infirmary, not daring to look back."Miss..." Alice panicked, walking forward, not knowing what to say as she glanced at Leon, who seemed rather relaxed.It was unexpected for the president to come here, and yet she had. What the heck was happening?Camila, on the other hand, glanced at Leon, who sat comfortably, acting as if he couldn't see her, which made something in her heart stir.Though she had said they were not going to interfere in each other's private lives, that didn't mean he was going to flirt with other ladies in the company during work time."Miss, you can't blame Dr. Leon; it was the ladies who said they were sick and needed treatment," Alice spoke, breaking the silence, noticing the slight frown on Camila's

Stepping out of the house, Rowan let out a slow breath and shook his head once, the air hitting his face as if to clear whatever was left behind in that place. He stood there for a moment without moving, his expression calm again, like everything that just happened had already been filed away and sealed. Then he reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and dialed a number. “Pick me up,” he said simply. “I’ll send the address.” He ended the call without waiting for a reply. Less than three minutes later, the quiet street was filled with the low hum of engines as a line of black luxury cars pulled up in perfect order, stopping neatly in front of him like a trained formation. The doors opened almost at the same time, and a man in his late forties stepped out from the front car, his posture straight, his presence steady as he walked toward Rowan. “Sir,” the man said respectfully, stopping a short distance away. “The car is ready.” Rowan didn’t respond immediately. He just loo