The CEO Fierce Bodyguard のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

A feeling of annoyance overwhelmed me as I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. After everything we had been through, I thought she was going to be the last person to abandon me at my weakest. But she did, just like my parents. What I felt for Lilith was nothing that I have ever felt before and now that she's gone, I felt darkness cloud my mind and my thirst for revenge becoming stronger. Suddenly, my room door opened, and I gazed to the left, staring at Victor, walking into my room. Then he hesitated for a moment as he stopped in his tracks before saying, "You allow her to leave?" Frowning, I pushed the sheet off me and sat up in bed, resting my feet against the cold tiles. “What was I supposed to do? Put a chain around her feet and allow her to not leave." I mumbled. "Lilith doesn't like to be caged. This is my way of setting her free." There was a long silence in the room. Then Victor sighed and said, "Tony is here to see you." "Tell him that I will be down with him i

Uncle Wyatt's question cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife, his tone betraying a hint of skepticism. I turned my gaze towards him, maintaining my composed facade as I considered his inquiry."Indeed, I did," I replied evenly, my voice carrying a note of authority. "But knowing who committed the act is only part of the puzzle. Understanding the circumstances leading up to it is crucial to uncovering the truth."Uncle Wyatt nodded slowly, seemingly satisfied with my response, though the skepticism lingered in his eyes.Uncle Robert, ever the opportunist, seized the moment to regain control of the conversation. With a reassuring smile directed at me, he interjected, "Wyatt makes a valid point, Atlas. Perhaps it would be best to focus on the information we already have before delving into further speculation.""I appreciate your concern, Uncle Robert," I replied, masking my true intentions behind a polite smile. "But I believe it's important to explore every avenue if we're to u

As my uncles settled into their seats, I shifted my focus solely onto Uncle Robert. Despite the tension between us, I had to maintain the facade of familial affection, playing the game he had started."Uncle Robert," I began, my tone warm and inviting, "I've been thinking about the future of our businesses, and I believe it's time for us to consider expanding internationally. With your expertise and guidance, I'm confident we can make this venture a success."His eyes gleamed with interest, a flicker of pride evident in his expression. I could almost see his ego-inflating with the promise of greater power and influence."Expanding into foreign markets is a bold move," he remarked, leaning forward slightly. "But with the right strategy and resources, it's certainly achievable."I nodded, keeping the conversation flowing smoothly. "Exactly. And that's where your role becomes crucial, Uncle Robert. I trust your judgment and experience implicitly, which is why I want you to spearhead this

For the past five months, my life had been a whirlwind of chaos and no excitement as I poured every ounce of my being into establishing a company in Gramatian. Today was the day of the much-anticipated launching, and I couldn't contain my annoyance as I sat in my office, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and endless to-do lists.As I was lost in my thoughts, the door creaked open, and Uncle Robert entered with a warm smile on his face. It was a pleasant surprise to see him here, considering the tumultuous history between him and his brothers. I had expected some sort of confrontation or power struggle, but to my disbelief, none of his brothers had made any attempts on his life. It seemed that we had managed to build a brand new company from the ground up without any interference from the rest of the family.I couldn't help but wonder if I had misjudged my uncles all this time. Perhaps there was more to their relationships than meets the eye. But deep down, I knew that my suspicions we

My breaths came in short, ragged gasps as I struggled to stay conscious. The chaos of the grand hall was a distant roar, the screams and shouts blurring into a single, indistinguishable noise. Tony's face loomed over me, his eyes wide with concern and determination."Stay with me, Atlas," Tony repeated, his voice firm yet gentle. "The ambulance is on its way."I nodded weakly, unable to form coherent words. The pain in my chest was overwhelming, a relentless agony that threatened to pull me under. I forced myself to focus on Tony's voice, using it as an anchor to keep myself grounded in the present.As we moved through the frenzied crowd, I caught glimpses of the mayhem that had erupted. Guests were crouched behind tables, some crying, others frantically trying to find their loved ones. The elegant decor of the hall was marred by overturned chairs and shattered glass.Tony and the security team managed to navigate us to a side exit, where the cool night air hit me like a wave. It was a