"Since all is done, why don't you take your leave, young Master Aiden?" Rowan smiled gently, turning to Aiden and pointing at the door. Aiden's expression instantly darkened, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Rowan. "You..." he said through clenched teeth. "Hurry up, young Master," Rowan chuckled, his voice laced with mockery. "We won't be seeing you out." "Fine," Aiden scowled, turning around, his gaze becoming fierce. "If that's how you want to do things, then we'll meet at the pitch tomorrow. We'll see how things will go then." Rowan nodded gently and didn't say a word. Was there the need for him to say anything? The pharmaceutical company they were fighting for belonged to him. So, as long as he let out the word, no one would get the contract. So why in hell would he be worried about a clown? "I...." "Young Master Aiden, my husband has been polite enough to show you the door. Do not let me invite in the guards," Zora's voice cut through the air, interrupting Aiden, who wa

"Zora!" The shareholders gasped the moment they heard the voice, even before Zora walked into the conference room. "I knew you all didn't have any confidence in me getting the contract," Zora continued, throwing the contract across the table, letting it slide towards the shareholders as she sat. Glancing at Rowan who stood with a smile on his face, she couldn't help but chuckle lightly. Out of everyone, he was the only one who firmly believed she was going to get the contract. She couldn't help but feel warmth in her heart. After all, no one who had expected the husband she was forced to marry a few days ago would be willing to believe in them this much. Pushing back the thoughts, she looked at the shareholders who were flipping through the contract, their eyes opening wide with each second, looking like they were going to fall off. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Zora had actually gotten the contract. That wasn't right. That shouldn't be the case, right? Somethin

Minutes later, Rowan and Dominic arrived at the hospital. Alighting from the car, they walked in. The smell of medicines mixed with others hit their noses, and they couldn't help but frown slightly as they found their way towards their target. "Which room is he in?" Rowan asked, breaking the silence. "He should be in room five, on the third floor," Dominic answered, pulling out his phone to confirm the information. After all, he had not been here and was merely following an investigation result; that was all. That being the case, they would have to discover and head over personally. Without wasting a second, Rowan and Dominic got into the elevator and headed to the second floor. Getting there, they entered room five. Once inside the room, Dominic closed the door and also pulled out his phone to make a call to the authorities. Inside the room was a single bed, a drip, and a man whose legs were wrapped in bandages; he sat on the bed peeling an apple. The moment he saw Rowan and

Stepping outside, Rowan and Dominic got into the car and headed to Bio Technologies. A lot was probably going to happen. Well, they would see once they got there. Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up before the company. Alighting from the car, the two took in a deep breath before walking slowly into the company. The guards at the gate didn't dare to stop them. That was Mr. Dominic, the assistant to the president of Aurex. Though the president was someone who had almost never appeared, they knew the strength of Aurex. Not only that, even the head of their company would have to show some respect to Dominic. Walking into the company, the two looked around, not knowing where to start. Rowan closed his eyes as he remembered the past. The past when his mother started the company and his father later joined in, leaving his work to manage it when his mother got sick. He knew every corner of the company. Every single place. "Let's go," Rowan came back to his senses, glanced at Do

Rowan stabilized his emotions and closed the deed. His father never changed his name, nor did he remove him from it. What was happening? Why would he do this? Or perhaps he wanted him to forgive him? No, that was impossible; there was no way he would want that, right? There was no way he was going to forgive that man. He had done a lot of terrible things. "Let's go," Rowan sighed and walked out of the study, heading back to the living room. "Going already?" Leen's mocking voice came just as he was about to walk out of the house. "Oh, yeah, I remember something," Rowan smirked, turning around. "I'll be giving you two choices," he continued, raising one of his fingers. "First, either you pay me rent starting from now on, or you get the heck out of my house. Second, if you choose to get the hell out, then get out in two hours; else, I'll invite the authorities to help you move out." Leen froze the instant she heard this, and she blinked, staring at Rowan. "What in hell are you