Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Annoying Roommate: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

As Howard and I left the meeting room, the discussion still echoed in my mind. Maximillian Duval’s involvement in Tyto Corp was a complication, but complications could be turned into opportunities.“We need to find out exactly what he’s planning,” I murmured, walking toward the CEO’s office.Howard nodded, keeping pace beside me. “You have something in mind?”I nodded. “Maximillian Duval - he's recently returned from abroad, and if he's been acquiring shares of Tyto Corporation, that means he has a reason to do so."Howard hummed in thought. "And you plan to confirm his intentions how?""The upcoming fashion event" I tapped my fingers lightly against my wrist. ""It's the biggest of the year, sponsored by the Torrance family. The second biggest sponsor? The Duval family.”Howard raised an eyebrow. “And?”“It’s the perfect place to meet Maximillian in a settin

The morning after the board meeting, I hurriedly went to Ren’s atelier, the early sunlight casting long shadows across the quiet street. I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but I had made up my mind since I first saw Ren first time in his atelier. The” Night Time Parade” collection deserved to be seen by the world, and more than that—Ren deserved a second chance. This event, Ethereal Reverie, was the perfect opportunity not only to uncover Maximillian Duval’s true intentions but also to give Ren’s collection the recognition it had been denied.I stepped inside, met with the familiar scent of fabric and faint traces of cologne that still lingered in the air. The atelier was dim, and the usual vibrancy Ren exuded was absent. He barely glanced my way, his greeting a dull, “You’re early.”As I studied him, noticing the way he seemed lost in thought, his usual sharpness dulled. It had only been a few days since Ricky&rsq

I watched her from across the room, a study in movement and grace. The way she held herself—poised, cool, and effortlessly commanding attention—wasn't something I encountered often. At first glance, I thought she could have been just another model draped in one of Ren’s designs, but there was something different about her. Something that caught my eye and refused to let go.She wasn’t just beautiful. She was a statement.I asked one of the fashion critics, “Who is she? That model who was wearing the key design of Ren?” He was in the field quite long and follows Ren, “Oh that? That’s Haze, Ren’s muse”“Muse, that’s interesting” As I was about to approach to her when she was sitting at the bar, there was the man standing beside her—Cain.It’s really hard not to notice the subtle way Cain positioned himself close to her, his stance protective, almost possessive. It wasn

I hadn’t expected to be entertained tonight, but watching Maximillian Duval flounder in front of Haze had been the highlight of the evening.Haze, ever untouchable, had dismissed Maximillian with a single breath, leaving him standing in the middle of the gala, off-balance for what was probably the first time in his life. It was beautiful.I smirked, swirling the drink in my hand. “Careful, Duval. She bites.”I had allowed himself a moment to relish it, stepping up beside Maximillian just as Haze walked away.Maximillian turned to me, annoyance flickering beneath his usual charm. “Is that a warning?”I sipped my drink leisurely. “More of a fact.” My gaze followed Haze for a moment before flicking back to Maximillian, my smirk deepening. “I have to say, it’s not every day I get to witness a man so used to winning find himself completely... irrelevant.”Maximillian exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly. “You think this is over?”I chuckled. “Oh, darling. It never even start

The cold air hit my face the moment I stepped out of the cab. The night was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city, but my mind was anything but. Katy’s drunken voice still echoed in my head from the phone call earlier.I pushed open the bar door, scanning the dimly lit space until I found her. She was slouched over the table, her fingers gripping a half-empty glass. Her blonde hair was messier than usual, and her usually sharp blue eyes were unfocused.She looked up at me, her expression shifting from relief to frustration in a second."You actually came," she muttered, swirling the liquid in her glass.I sighed, stepping closer. "You called me."She laughed, though there was no humor in it. "Oh, right. The great Richard, always coming to the rescue."I ignored the bitterness in her tone and reached for her arm. "Come on, I’ll take you home."She yanked away. "Why are you always like this?""Like what?""Like... you’re here, but you’re not," she slurred, her glass clinking again