Semua Bab Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The heavy oak door of the conference room swung shut behind Evelyn with a decisive click, the sound echoing the finality of another unproductive meeting.Her expensive heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floors of the executive corridor as she walked with a determined stride toward her office, each step a metronome keeping pace with the relentless ticking of the clock counting down StarLink’s dwindling fortunes. The air in the conference room had been thick with a toxic blend of forced optimism and thinly veiled panic, a suffocating atmosphere of departmental heads desperately trying to spin disastrous figures into palatable narratives.Evelyn, however, wasn’t buying it. Years of navigating the cutthroat world of corporate finance had honed her senses, allowing her to see through the smoke and mirrors, to recognize the subtle shifts in body language that betrayed the carefully rehearsed reassurances.The reality was stark and undeniable: StarLink was bleeding money, and

The imposing edifice of Blackwood Corp loomed before Evelyn, a sleek monument of steel and glass that seemed to pierce the very sky. Its grandeur was both intimidating and a stark reminder of the power Hunter wielded, a power she was now reluctantly seeking to tap into. She adjusted the crisp lapels of her elegant navy suit, the tailored fabric a shield against the unease churning in her stomach. Her posture was ramrod straight, her chin held high, her carefully composed exterior a mask for the turbulent emotions beneath.The proposal folder clutched in her hand was more than just a collection of meticulously researched data and persuasive projections; it was a tangible representation of her pride, her company’s precarious future resting within its sleek covers.The hushed reverence of the grand, glass-paneled lobby of Blackwood Corp felt almost suffocating.The cool, minimalist design, the silent efficiency of the staff, all contributed to an atmosphere of controlled power. Evelyn’s

Three days had bled into the past since the searing image of Hunter and Sophia, bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, had burned itself into Evelyn’s memory. Three days of forced composure, of burying the unwelcome pang of hurt and a surprising stab of something akin to jealousy beneath a veneer of professional detachment. Three days of silence from him – no apologetic calls, no casual texts, nothing to acknowledge the barbed condition he had laid down for a potential partnership. And honestly, a part of her was relieved. Or at least, that’s the narrative she diligently constructed for herself, a fragile shield against the unwelcome intrusion of her lingering feelings.The usual weekday rhythm of StarLink’s headquarters pulsed around her that morning, the familiar symphony of hurried footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors, the low hum of overlapping conversations weaving through the open-plan offices. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the communal ki

Three days of her meticulously constructing a narrative of indifference, a fragile wall against the unwelcome pang of hurt and the surprising sting of jealousy that still dared to surface. She had almost begun to believe her own carefully crafted facade, clinging to the hope that his abrupt departure from her office would translate into a prolonged absence.That fragile hope shattered that afternoon with the arrival of a terse, demanding message on her private, unlisted number – the one only a handful of people, including Hunter, possessed.Hunter: Dinner. Hotel LaVelle. 8 PM. Don’t be late.Evelyn scoffed, her fingers tightening around her phone, her eyes blazing with a mixture of indignation and a reluctant flicker of intrigue. No polite preamble. No inquiry about her availability. Just a blunt command, thinly veiled as an invitation, delivered with the casual arrogance she had come to both despise and, inexplicably, expect. Her initial instinct was a resounding refusal. She had no

The lingering ghost of Evelyn’s perfume, a delicate whisper of lavender and something uniquely her own, still clung to the air around the vacated lunch table.Hunter, however, was no longer present, the imposing figure who commanded boardrooms and bent industries to his will now absent, leaving behind only the faint indentation on the plush velvet seating. He had watched her departure, a study in elegant defiance – head held high, her stride sharp and purposeful, each click of her heels against the polished floor a decisive punctuation mark on their severed connection. It was as if the years they had shared, the intricate tapestry of their intertwined lives, had been relegated to the realm of a forgotten nightmare, one from which she had finally awakened and was determined to erase from her memory entirely.A dull ache, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil churning within him, constricted Hunter’s chest.For once, Hunter Blackwood, the man renowned for his glacial compos