The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

The atmosphere inside the negotiation hall was like walking into a pressure cooker. The heavy, ornate chandelier above seemed to weigh down the entire room. Everyone present could feel the silent war brewing between Adrian and Victor, though neither man had yet spoken openly of it.The committee, composed of five sharp-eyed executives from various parts of the country with business skills and judgment, were seated at the other end of the grand table, flipping through both Adrian’s and Victor’s proposals. The deal they were about to finalize could change the dynamics of the entire business and industry.Adrian kept his posture composed, but beneath the calm exterior, every fiber of him was focused, calculating.Victor, on the other hand, sat with a relaxed, almost taunting demeanor. His tailored charcoal suit and casual grin made him appear too confident — as if he already believed he had the upper hand.One of the committee members, Mr. Phil, cleared his throat. “We’ve reviewed both p

Adrian sat alone on the balcony adjoining his bedroom, staring out at the estate grounds blanketed in darkness. His sharp eyes followed the paths lit dimly by security lights, noting every moving shadow, every unfamiliar shape. The letter haunted him, not just because of the words, but because Victor had come too close — far too close.Elena watched him from inside, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The sight of Adrian—so composed, so powerful—looking genuinely troubled unsettled her more than Victor's threat. She had seen Adrian go up against media storms, corporate betrayals, even public scandals without flinching. But now, there was a storm in his eyes he wasn’t showing anyone else.Unable to stay still, she stepped out onto the balcony, pulling a thick shawl around her. "Adrian," she whispered.He didn’t turn, but his hand reached out instinctively, curling around hers as she stood beside him. His grip was warm but tense."I've been thinking," Elena said quietly. "Victor wo

Adrian paced in front of them like a predator circling his prey. His voice was low, deadly calm. “Three of you are traitors,” he said. The words echoed off the high walls. “And you’ve been feeding information to the one man who dares to threaten everything I own.”Gasps rippled through the group. Some glanced nervously at each other, others stood frozen in place, fear gripping them like a vice.Adrian's investigator stepped forward, his face grim, and handed an iPad to Adrian. "Just take a look at this video. The evidence speaks for itself."Adrian's cold gaze flickered to the screen as he pressed play. The video displayed grainy footage of late-night meetings in dark alleyways, whispered exchanges, and secret transactions. Three familiar faces emerged from the shadows of deception—the gardener with graying hair, and two lower-ranking security officers.The room tensed as realization set in. The guilty men barely had time to react before Adrian's guards lunged, tackling them to the ma

As they turned to leave the alley, Elena’s mind raced. Was this the beginning of something even darker? And if Adrian had been following her so closely, what else had he known? What had he kept from her?Before she could voice her questions, another sharp buzz interrupted her thoughts.It was a message from her security team.Victor’s getting bolder. He’s not the only threat you need to worry about.Elena froze.Adrian looked down at her, sensing the shift in her expression. “What is it?”She didn’t answer immediately. Her mind was too clouded by the message, the weight of its meaning sinking in like a stone."Adrian," she whispered, "we're not done yet."And neither was Victor.Adrian’s jaw tightened as he read the message over Elena’s shoulder. His grip on her arm instinctively tightened—not in a way that hurt, but as if he was grounding her, steadying himself against the implications of what they’d just learned.“We need to move,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Now.”Without w

Adrian’s fingers drummed against the desk, the weight of the proposition suffocating the air between them. The dim light cast sharp shadows across his face, accentuating the turmoil in his eyes. He exhaled slowly, his mind a battlefield of strategy and emotions.Elena was still standing, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression a mixture of disbelief and defiance. “You can’t be seriously considering this,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. “You’d be throwing me to the wolves.”Adrian lifted his gaze to meet hers. “No,” he said firmly. “I would be setting the trap for the wolf.”The man who had saved him from the car accident leaned back in his chair, watching Adrian with something resembling approval. “It’s the only way to end this. Victor won’t stop until he has taken everything from you. But if we control how he takes something, we control the outcome.”Elena shook her head. “This isn’t a business move, Adrian. This is my life. What if something goes wrong? W