Semua Bab Luna's Perfect Revenge: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The blue light from the large screen reflected on Julius’s face, making his red, sleep-deprived eyes appear even fiercer. It had been far too long since he last slept properly.Julius's private office, located on the top floor of the Torres Industries building, no longer exuded calm and control as usual, but had instead become a den of anger. The air inside felt hot and heavy with tension.Julius seethed. He could no longer express his anger in words or through action. He clenched his hand tightly on the black marble desk until his knuckles turned white. In that moment, his only desire was to crush Wade’s skull.Julius’s raw material distribution warehouse had been reduced to rubble. Hundreds of barrels of alternative energy reserves, destined for export to Europe, had been consumed by fire. The losses he had suffered were immeasurable and far beyond mere numbers. It was an insult; a message from Wade.“That bastard,” Julius

Throughout the journey home, Estelle’s thoughts never truly settled. Wade filled her mind again, not through words, but through his demeanour—a calmness that was almost unsettling. The way he stood, looked and spoke—without haste or excess—was etched perfectly into her memory. It all kept circling in her head, as if whatever was happening out there was merely part of a game whose rules and risks Wade already understood. She felt that Wade seemed impossibly calm.Ironically, it was at that very moment that Estelle realised something she had overlooked for a long time. Wade had always been like that. Calm and reserved, he rarely displayed emotions that others could easily read. Even when he was in danger or the world seemed to be moving against him, he remained the same—standing firm as if emotions were merely distractions not worth displaying.Estelle was certain that a small crack in his composure appeared only occasionally—so rarely

Gloria was already in the study before the sun had fully risen. She sat behind the large desk that had always been occupied by Roland in the past. The chair was the same, its leather slightly worn on the right side by Roland’s habit of leaning his elbow there while thinking. To this day, she had not replaced it. She wasn’t sure whether she was simply not ready or didn’t want to.The monitor in front of her was filled with shifting graphs, numbers and notifications. Every flicker of data felt like the pulse of Montague Companies, Inc.—sometimes weak, sometimes jolting with small surges that barely left room to breathe.Gloria monitored everything with almost obsessive meticulousness. Since Roland’s death, she could no longer afford to let her guard down or grieve for too long. The business world showed no mercy to a widow who was still learning to lead. She knew only one thing: if she faltered, the company would collapse with her and, with

Even before Gloria’s phone call ended, Wade had sensed that something was amiss. The dinner invitation had come far too suddenly. His unease only deepened when he arrived at the Montague residence, greeted Hiram and took a seat that had once felt so familiar.The word 'once' surfaced unbidden and brought Wade to a halt. Memories of the past came flooding back beyond his control and filled his mind.There was a time when having dinner with the Montague family was ordinary for Wade. He would come without much thought, sit at the same table and listen to Roland talk about his company, while Gloria would interject light jokes. They would chat warmly and laugh together—Estelle and Kiara included.Yet that routine slowly faded without any major event to mark it—no argument, no formal farewell. The distance grew little by little, like the lengthening shadows at dusk, unnoticed. Everything changed when Estelle and Lennon grew closer.At the time

The car had just driven away from the brightly lit business district and onto the main road when it began to rain—not heavily, just a light drizzle that fell lazily, as if the city itself were tired after a long day. The sky looked increasingly dense, its darkness mixed with grey clouds drifting together. It was long past dinnertime, yet the traffic had not completely thinned.In the passenger seat, Lennon leaned back. He let out a long breath, trying to ease the fatigue that had plagued him all day. His work and all his appointments that day had gone smoothly, just as expected. The last meeting he had attended was with investors, and it had gone perfectly.Lennon recalled that the investors had nodded more often than in previous discussions. The numbers on the projector screen behaved as expected, the graphs moving in the desired direction. He was not asked any trick questions, nor did he encounter any faces that lingered in silence for too long with calculating