Chapter 162
Author: The_Juice
last update2026-03-08 09:48:29

Bella dialed her mother’s number immediately.

Her fingers were trembling so badly that she almost pressed the wrong contact twice before the call went through.

The phone barely rang once before it was answered.

“Did Jacob do something again?” Tianna said immediately.

Her voice carried the kind of tired patience that suggested this had become routine.

Every time Bella called, it was usually to complain about Jacob.

Bella opened her mouth, but Tianna continued speaking before she could say anythi
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  • Chapter 162

    Bella dialed her mother’s number immediately.Her fingers were trembling so badly that she almost pressed the wrong contact twice before the call went through.The phone barely rang once before it was answered.“Did Jacob do something again?” Tianna said immediately.Her voice carried the kind of tired patience that suggested this had become routine.Every time Bella called, it was usually to complain about Jacob.Bella opened her mouth, but Tianna continued speaking before she could say anything.“I heard his company is going through a bit of a problem at the moment,” Tianna said calmly. “And he didn’t tell you because he probably didn’t want to worry you. Cut him some slack and ignore whatever he does to you.”Bella’s eyebrows furrowed.Her mother continued in the same casual tone.“Men get stressed when their business is not doing well. If he cheats or ignores you sometimes, don’t make it a big issue. At the end of the day, he knows where home is.”Bella’s grip on the phone tighten

  • Chapter 161

    Bella sighed again.It felt like she had been sighing all morning.Her phone lay on the coffee table in front of her, the screen dark and silent. She had checked it at least twenty times in the last hour even though she knew there would be nothing there.Jacob had not called.He had not replied to any of her texts.He had not even read them.Three days. Three full days since he returned to Berlin.Bella pressed her lips together.days since she caught him cheating.The image still replayed in her head whenever she closed her eyes. She never confronted him.She never shouted.She never asked questions.She simply left.For some reason, she thought he would call. And now he was ignoring her completely.Bella exhaled slowly and leaned back against the couch.Things were already falling apart even before that night.Her business had been struggling for months. Orders had slowed, suppliers were demanding payment earlier than before, and the small cushion she once had in her account had s

  • Chapter 160

    The social atmosphere fractured cleanly down the middle.Half the room investors who had studied Andrew’s past dismantling and rebuilding believed he was too methodical to fall to something as inelegant as rumor. They saw structure where others saw speed. They trusted pattern recognition.The other half watched the accelerated audit and drew a different conclusion. No one reconstructs that quickly without pressure points. Capital always leaves fingerprints. They didn’t accuse him. They simply waited.That waiting created distance.Chad understood distance.He hosted a private dinner three nights later. Not extravagant. Not performative. A curated guest list five key stakeholders, two silent capital allocators, one legacy advisor who still influenced three boards. The tone was restrained. Warm lighting. Neutral wine. Conversation anchored around long-term stability.He did not mention Andrew directly.Instead, he floated a single idea: “In volatile climates, resilience matters mo

  • Chapter 158

    Investors delay formalizing the urban redevelopment partnership. What had once felt inevitable now becomes conditional. Emails arrive with softened language: pending review, awaiting clarity, monitoring developments. The signatures that were expected within days are postponed without confrontation, without accusation just hesitation.The hesitation is enough.Chad regains social ground almost effortlessly. He does not push. He does not celebrate. He simply occupies space more confidently. At dinners and small gatherings, conversations gravitate toward him again. Stability feels attractive when uncertainty lingers nearby.For the first time, Andrew is not the automatic center of gravity in the room.It isn’t that he is dismissed. It’s that he is measured.Becca notices the difference in tone when investors greet Andrew now. There is still respect but layered with verification. Questions are framed carefully. Compliments are followed by pauses. The air around him no longer hums with

  • Chapter 158

    Chad is energized. For the first time in months, Andrew’s movements feel reactive rather than predictive. The delay of the redevelopment announcement lingers in the air like a quiet concession. Investors who once leaned toward Andrew now lean back, cautious, measured. Meetings that were once fluid are postponed “pending review.” Liquidity conversations, once open and confident, become quiet and procedural.The shift is subtle but undeniable.Becca feels it immediately. The room has changed temperature. Andrew’s aura of untouchable control now carries a shadow. She watches how people phrase their questions differently less admiration, more verification. The balance has not collapsed, but it has tilted.Chad thrives in that tilt.He does not gloat publicly. He remains composed, sympathetic even. He speaks of patience, of prudence, of responsible pacing. But inside, adrenaline hums steadily. The audit even unproven, even procedural has disrupted Andrew’s rhythm. And disruption is o

  • Chapter 157

    Andrew remained on the balcony longer than necessary. The night air was cool, almost cleansing, but he wasn’t there for comfort. He was there because distance sharpened perspective. The city lights below shimmered in indifferent patterns, but inside the penthouse, something far less beautiful was unfolding.Behind the glass doors, the rumor metastasized.It began as a quiet question between two investors near the bar. Then it became a cautious observation in the lounge area. A regulatory audit had been triggered regarding one of Andrew’s recovered assets. No one claimed certainty. No one cited a source. But the phrasing carried weight: triggered. Not scheduled. Not routine. Triggered.Strategic uncertainty settled into the room like perfume subtle, invasive, impossible to ignore.Investors began sending discreet messages to Andrew’s team. Not accusatory. Not confrontational. Just be careful. A request for confirmation on liquidity schedules. A polite inquiry about reporting structures

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