Reuben frowned.“Excuse me?” he exclaimed, unable to believe what he had just heard.“I said no!” Adriano repeated firmly.“No, you don't understand.” Reuben leaned forward, forcing a smile as he tried to get Adriano to reconsider. “This is an opportunity for both of us to make money. Your company, my company, and a win-win situation for everybody.”He spread his hands across the desk, hoping to make the offer sound even more appealing.“Think about it. You don't like the sound of ten billion dollars?” Reuben asked, widening his smile.He was certain Adriano would accept. There was no way a man in his position would turn down such a massive offer. Ten billion dollars was enough to change anyone's life, and Adriano was no exception. At least, that was what Reuben believed.Ten billion dollars was an enormous sum. It was enough to fulfill almost any desire a man could have. A million-dollar yacht. Luxurious mansions in every country. Enough money to make beautiful women chase after him

***“Cyndy!”Adora's voice thundered through the room.Cyndy, one of her butlers, rushed inside and bowed her head.“Yes, ma’am.”“Fucking get me a new phone right now! And call Tyler for me. Tell him to get here immediately!” Adora barked.“Yes, ma’am.”Cyndy hurried out, leaving Adora alone with her spiraling thoughts.Adora grabbed her forehead, her breathing becoming increasingly erratic.“How could I be so clumsy?” she hissed.She clenched her fists, then punched the wall in frustration. Pain shot through her knuckles, but she barely noticed it.Her mind was consumed by the divorce agreement.She had signed the papers without properly considering the consequences. Now, Abel had signed them too, sealing a decision that could destroy everything she had worked so hard to protect.Half of the Clement Group.One of their mansions.And the possibility that Abel could eventually take even more from her family.Worse still, there was nothing her lawyer could do to reverse the damage she

He slammed his foot on the brake pedal as he arrived at Cynthia’s apartment.The car tires screeched loudly against the pavement.Inside, Cynthia jolted awake.For a moment, she sat frozen on the bed, staring toward the window. She had never heard anyone park in front of her apartment like that. Anyone coming to see her or her neighbours always parked gently, walked quietly to the door, and knocked softly.Nobody wanted to announce their arrival to the entire neighbourhood.But whoever had just arrived had done the exact opposite.The screeching tires sounded as though the driver had lost control of the brakes.Her heart hammered against her ribs. She scrambled out of bed and hurried to the window, peering through the curtains.“Tyler?” she murmured.The sight of his car made her stomach tighten.Tyler never showed up at her apartment without warning, especially not in the middle of a situation that could attract unwanted attention. And judging by the way he had driven into the compou

Abel received his suit and shoes and stepped back into the mansion.Once in his room, he dressed completely, adjusted his cuffs, and checked his reflection in the mirror. The suit fitted him perfectly, giving him an elegant appearance that commanded attention without requiring him to say a word.Satisfied, he grabbed his car keys, got into his old Corolla, and drove out of the mansion.On the other side of the mansion, Tyler watched through the window, his eyes following Abel's car until it disappeared from view.He had not seen Abel when he stepped out to collect his suit and shoes from the personal shopper. He had only caught sight of him when he was driving away.“That motherfucker, huh?” Tyler hissed, clenching his jaw.Adora stood beside him, resting a hand gently on his shoulder. “Yes. That bitch,” she replied, her expression darkening.“When are you gonna do it?” she asked, turning to face him.Tyler's heart pounded, but he refused to let his fear show. He had to appear confide

Maxson pushed the boardroom door open. Every head turned towards the entrance.Inside, over fifteen men in expensive suits sat around the long mahogany table, with microphones positioned in front of each of them. Their eyes widened as they stared at the man who had just entered, but Maxson remained unfazed. He had come prepared, and nothing about the tension in the room could shake his confidence.He placed his briefcase at the edge of the table and opened it.Just as he began arranging the documents, Abel stepped inside. His expression was calm, but his presence immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room. He walked in without hesitation, as though he already knew how the meeting would end.“I am Attorney Maxson Sire, the legal representative of Mr Abel Kane. I am here to formally announce that my client now legally owns fifty percent of the Clement family's shares in Clement Group, granting him full shareholder rights and voting power, effective immediately.”The announce