Semua Bab There's No Turning Back: Bab 281 - Bab 290

Elara asked her, "What do I get out of working with you?"Priscilla smiled and handed her an iPad. "I have a project you can invest in. You provide the technology, I provide the funding, and we split the profits evenly."If you're smart, Ms. Jones, you won't let this opportunity slip away."Elara carefully reviewed the project details and was surprised.It just so happened that she had been researching a similar concept. However, she had put her ideas on hold because, even if she perfected the technology, she lacked a complete system to bring it to market.The project Priscilla was offering was backed by the Capitol government, with Fisher Corp providing new technology for the front-end implementation.Priscilla had already invested a significant amount of money into it. If she was now offering it up for collaboration, it was either a bluff or her technical team had hit a wall.Considering Priscilla knew she had studied under Leonard, it was highly likely she wanted access to Le

The foreign man standing nearby was immediately captivated by Priscilla's striking beauty. Meanwhile, Priscilla stepped forward and slapped Harold hard across the face."Where did this mutt come from, daring to make a mess at The Mirage? Do you think this is a place where you can piss and shit wherever you like?"Before Harold could react, Priscilla aimed a swift kick right between his legs."Argh!" Harold collapsed onto the ground, his wailing turning into a shrill, distorted cry.With an iPad encased in a protective cover shaped like a knife handle, Priscilla gripped the "hilt" and began smashing the device down on Harold's head three times."You had the nerve to harass someone under my protection? You must be tired of living, huh? Fine, I'll send you straight to hell to your great-grandparents!"The foreign man who had accompanied Harold hesitated, wanting to step in. But Priscilla's overwhelming presence stopped him in his tracks—his hands lifted slightly, yet he didn't dare

Before Elara went to meet Priscilla, she had told Finnegan of her whereabouts.Uncomfortable with the idea of her going alone, Finnegan arranged for several bodyguards to hide in the shadows and watch over her.The bodyguards stationed in the parking garage noticed the elevator doors opening. Someone stepped inside, and moments later, a black van pulled up and stopped right in front of the doors.A masked man emerged, carrying an unconscious Elara on his back. Sensing that something was wrong, the bodyguards sprang into action, rushing toward the scene.But they were too late. Elara was shoved into the van, and the black vehicle sped off toward the exit."Ms. Jones has been taken! Requesting backup!" One of the bodyguards immediately called for reinforcements through his radio.A second bodyguard jumped into a car and gave chase, but before he could catch up, another vehicle suddenly swerved into his path, cutting him off.In an instant, the black van had merged into the traffic

Harvey turned his head. Outside the door, a blinding white light poured in, casting the man in the wheelchair into a silhouette.Finnegan strode in, his presence swallowing the air in the room.Harvey had barely gotten to his feet when Finnegan's fist came swinging at him. He raised an arm to block, but the sheer force still sent him stumbling back.Harvey had trained in professional combat, but he was outmatched against Finnegan's raw strength.A solid punch landed in his abdomen, and Harvey collapsed to the floor, his breath knocked out of him. He opened his mouth, retching as bile surged up his throat.He clenched his jaw, suppressing a groan, and lifted his gaze just in time to see Finnegan unlocking the restraints around Elara's wrists.Supporting himself with one arm, Harvey pressed his other hand to the throbbing pain in his stomach. Then, Leonard rolled his wheelchair closer, stopping in front of him.Harvey pulled his split lip into a sneer. "Leonard Fisher, and you sti

Harvey's eyes widened as he watched the bodyguards follow Elara's command without hesitation.One by one, they pulled out their phones, turned on their cameras, and pointed them at him from every possible angle.Elara raised the bamboo cane. With a sharp crack, the first strike landed across his cheek, leaving a vivid red mark.Blood surged through Harvey's veins, and heat swelled in his chest. He pressed his tongue against the burning inside of his cheek."Elara Jones!" he roared in defiance.His voice was thick with rage, ready to curse at her. But the words never made it out. He then looked at her from this angle for the first time—really looked at her.The woman standing before him with a bamboo cane in hand was cold and indifferent. Her long, dark lashes cast faint shadows over her eyes, making her expression unreadable.His ex-wife had always been beautiful, but in this moment, she was something else entirely. She was sharp, unyielding, like a blade unsheathed.The cane s