Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Untamed Possession: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I was concentrating on my drawings, so absorbed in the lines and curves of the ring sketch that I barely noticed the time. The office was almost empty, with only the soft hum of the lights above and the occasional sound of footsteps from the hallway. My eyes burned from staring at the screen, and I reached for my coffee cup cold again. I sighed. That was probably my third or fourth cup tonight. I lost count. As I was shading the final details on the design, I suddenly heard a sound behind me. I turned around and saw Sean walking out of his office. He had just closed the glass door, and when he noticed me still sitting at my desk, he paused. His brow lifted slightly, and he tilted his head in that way he always did when something amused him. “I was just about to go downstairs for a cup of coffee,” he said casually, his voice a little husky from the late hour. “Do you want to join me?” I hesitated for a second, then smiled and nodded. “Sure. I could use another cup.” We took the

I wasn’t sure what I should feel. Maybe I should be relieved. Evelyn said her father’s death was just an accident. And I believe her. She didn’t lie. Her eyes, her voice, everything felt real. That means she had nothing to do with the case. She is innocent. I can trust her.But then again, I felt empty.If even Evelyn, the victim’s daughter, knows nothing, then where are the answers? Where do I go next? I’ve been searching for clues to prove Grandpa's innocence. I thought maybe she would have some piece of the puzzle. But now it seems like all the clues have disappeared.I sat in silence for a while, staring at the dark city outside my office window. The lights below looked like little stars, but they couldn’t brighten the heavy feeling inside me.I picked up my phone and called Ethan.He answered after a few rings. “Sean?”“I spoke to Evelyn,” I said quietly. “She said her father died in an accident on a construction site. No cameras. No witnesses. Nothing strange. Just... an acciden

My heart stopped as I stared at the blank screen.No sketches. No slides. No files.Nothing.My design drawings… everything I had stayed up all night working on was gone.For a few seconds, I just stood there, frozen. My fingers hovered over the mouse, but I couldn’t move. The room felt too quiet. Too heavy.Then came the whispers.“She wasn’t ready.”“Didn’t Jessica say she only got here through luck?”“Maybe she fooled Sean with her looks, not her talent.”Their words weren’t loud, but I heard every single one.Each one is like a tiny needle stabbing into my chest.Panic rose in my throat. My palms felt cold and sweaty at the same time. I turned my eyes toward Sean, hoping desperately that he would help me, give me a second to explain, to recover, to breathe.But Sean’s brows were furrowed tightly. He looked serious no, worse he looked disappointed.My stomach dropped.“I…” I tried to speak. My voice cracked. “I swear I finished everything. The files were there last night. I saved t

The moment I opened my eyes, my heart was still racing. My clothes were damp with sweat, and my pillow had a small wet patch where I had cried in my sleep. I sat up slowly, clutching the blanket. My dream had felt so real that I could still hear the sound of my voice shaking during the presentation… I still feel Sean’s cold, distant gaze… still taste the bitterness of failure.But it was just a dream.A terrible, frightening dream.I looked at the clock. It was already past eight. My head was heavy, my throat dry, and my heart far from steady. I couldn’t go to the office like this not today. I wasn’t ready to face anyone, not after what I had just seen in my mind. Even though it wasn’t real, it felt like a warning. A sign.I picked up my phone with trembling hands and sent a short message to HR, informing them that I wasn’t feeling well and would be taking a sick day. I needed time. Time to think, to breathe, to plan.I curled back into the bed, staring at the ceiling. My thoughts wer

I looked away from Ethan for a second, trying to hide the strange twist I felt in my chest. His words echoed in my mind ‘Sean is quite tolerant of Jessica’. I knew that. I’d seen it in the way he stayed silent when she mocked me in front of others, how he never corrected her behavior, never called her out. Maybe it was guilt, maybe history. But whatever the reason, it still stung more than I wanted to admit.Ethan was already turning on the computer, clicking through the folders on the system. The faint hum of the old equipment filled the small room, and the monitors slowly lit up with blurry black-and-white footage from different parts of the office. I stood beside him, arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to focus but failing. My thoughts were still circling around Sean.“Do you think…” I began quietly, not even sure what I wanted to say. “Do you think Sean would protect her if he knew the truth?”Ethan didn’t answer right away. He was staring at the screen, dragging the timel