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Adams Villa:-“I still don’t understand what was the need to go there. You could have asked Viaan or Leo about the meeting.” Samantha’s scolding words echoed in the living room, her frustration palpable as she addressed Leena’s impulsive decision. Leena, however, responded with a playful pout, her lips down-turned in a mock expression of innocence.James sighed heavily, the weight of disappointment evident in his voice as he turned off the blood pressure machine. “I told you not to take stress, Leena. This is not good,” he admonished gently, his concern for her well-being shining through.He put the machine back in the bag and took the seat on the side couch to the ladies. Eyeing the contents of his bag, he fetched out his notepad and pen.All this while, Viaan, who was standing beside Leena’s sofa, shared a nervous look with his wife, who was standing beside him. His forehead creased with worry, the frown deepening as James let out another sigh, his head shaking in a solemn manner as

Mr. Russo’s Farmhouse:-Hunter hurriedly made his way through the doorway of Mr. Russo’s farmhouse, checking the time on his wristwatch as he went. He cursed inwardly at the traffic that had slowed him down, hoping he hadn’t arrived too late. As he entered the living room, he heard Mr. Russo’s voice, thick with anger.“I’m done playing this cat-and-mouse game with Viaan Adams,” Mr. Russo declared, his frustration evident. “After the humiliation he inflicted upon me, I refuse to cower in the shadows any longer. Hence, I’m going to step into that rascal Viaan’s territory and join the next board meeting of Adams Corps; playing this from the front now.”Hunter’s eyebrows furrowed in concern as he approached, interrupting Mr. Russo and Evelyn’s conversation. “What made you reach this decision, Mr. Russo?” he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism. “We already have a plan ready at hand. Why do you want to reshuffle it and go there already?”Mr. Russo and Evelyn jerked their heads toward th

Writer’s POV:-“So, what’s the plan now?” Staring at her husband, Kiara asked, referring to the turmoil in the company. Her hands slowly touched his chest, placing her palm flat just above his heart. She tried to be as polite as she could get so that her words didn’t trouble him. “What are you going to do with Mr. Russo? Because, as far as I can guess, Hunter won’t involve a weak player.” Licking her dried lips, she added, consciously. Her tone was a mix of curiosity and concern.At no cost, she would not want her husband to ever get defeated in any kind of situation. Then this was a whole fucking war in his professional life.The question lingered in the air, pregnant with anticipation, as Kiara’s eyes probed Viaan’s face for answers. A few seconds passed with the husband and wife staring into each other’s eyes silently.One has a deep curiosity, but another has his eyes totally blank in this regard until she saw something changing his entire body language. From the gloominess regard

Writer’s POV:-Adams Villa:She gestured to him, ‘What?’ with a lift of her brows and jutting her chin, but the man remained expressionless.He resumed the call for another five minutes but didn’t leave her hand, not letting her walk away. Sighing softly, Kiara waited patiently for her husband to finish the call.“Yes. Yes. That would be better.” Viaan nodded his head, keenly hearing the words from the other side of the call. Along with that, he tugged on Kiara’s wrist and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her waist.A thin layer of confusion swept over the lady’s face. She blinked, her eyes oblivious, staring at his face. Not getting his actions, she tried to make eye contact with him, but Viaan was answering some questions to the person over the call, thus he didn’t notice her attempts to catch his attention.His gaze darted around the room; between the spaces and furniture of the room–in short everywhere except her wife, whom he stopped from going and didn’t even sp

Viaan’s POV:-I saw Xavier announcing my arrival and all the media had their attention on the backdoor through where I was supposed to walk. Drawing in a deep breath, I shrugged off my coat, smoothing out any creases with a quick, practiced motion.With a nod to Leo and Neil, I strode purposefully toward the elegantly arranged platform, its polished wood gleaming under the soft glow of the overhead lights in the conference hall.Scanning the room full of people, I stepped up to the stage and took the podium. Xavier sauntered back, giving me the file he had in his hand. In these ten minutes, he had already briefed the media about this press meet, and since they were here for some business news, the reason for this conference had caught them in nothing but amazement. I am going to announce the collaboration of Adams Corps, for many major projects, with one such organization that has been causing a stir in the media and the people for the past month.Hence, they are not just surprised bu