Semua Bab A Deal With The Billionaire: Bab 71 - Bab 80

CHAPTER 72 NARRATOR The office was silent, almost too quiet to feel natural. Adrian Moreau stood by the window of his penthouse office, overlooking the city far below. The skyline glittered across the glass, but his reflection stared back at him—motionless, cold, unreadable. His fingers tapped a slow, calculated rhythm against the armrest, only stopping when the door creaked open. The spy stepped in hesitantly, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor. She was nervous, the kind of quiet fear that clung to her every step. As she should be, standing in front of Adrian Moreau. Adrian turned slowly, his blue eyes ice-cold. “You have exactly five seconds to explain how the fuck Sterling Corp recovered.” She swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably. "Mr. Moreau, I—" "One." She froze in place, eyes wide. "Two." "Sir, please—" "Three." His voice was calm, but there was something lethal in the way he stared at her. "I don’t like repeating myself." She let out a shaky breath,

CHAPTER 74 ROSE’S POV I froze. One. Two. Three. Loud, sharp cracks splitting through the night. People’s screams pierced through the air as they scurried around like rabbits; cars came to a screeching halt to avoid accidents, but in a situation like this. It can't be avoided. Another shot rang in the air, and my heart skipped again before slamming against my ribs like it was ready to run for dear life. Where was it coming from? Instinct kicked in, and I ducked behind a parked car, my breath shallow. Another shot rang, closer this time. And I had this gut-wrenching feeling hit me heavily. Shit. Was I the target? Or was this just some random attack? It sure as hell didn't sound like one. Slowly, carefully, I peeked around the edge, and amid the chaos, I picked out a man. He was running, just like every other person, but the difference was that he held a gun, and he looked like he was heading towards my direction. My breath caught in my throat as the man stopped at the pl

CHAPTER 76 NARRATOR Rose sat there motionless, staring at her husband with shock. Damien looks at Rose with something akin to worry. Was he about to get rejected? He has summoned up the courage to pop the question tonight. Did she hate that he asked under pressure? Was she upset that he hadn't taken his time to ask in a romantic way? “Rose,” he called out again, softly. He didn't like how she was leaving him hanging with that unreadable expression on her face. “Are you—?” “Do you really mean that?” Rose asked finally, her soft voice barely above a whisper. He watched as her beautiful eyes, which always entrapped him whenever he looked long enough, filled up with tears. That's when he realized that he had shocked her to the roots. Did she really not know how he felt about her? “Yes.” He answered, his voice thick and coarse with emotion, “I mean it with every breath I take, every pulse of blood in my veins. I meant every word I just said, Rose.” Unable to control himself any lon

CHAPTER 78 NARRATOR The moment Damien walked into his office, he knew something was off. It wasn’t anything obvious. No scattered papers or broken locks. A scent, too something fresh and citrusy that didn’t belong. It clung faintly to the air, barely masking the undertone of leather and aged whiskey that defined his space. His eyes narrowed. “Madison,” he called, not taking his gaze off his desk. She stepped in almost immediately, clipboard in hand. “Yes, Mr. Sterling?” “Was anyone in here before me?” Madison blinked, caught off guard. “Only the cleaning staff. And… one of the new interns came in earlier. He got turned around looking for the breakroom.” Damien’s jaw clenched. “Name.” She glanced down. “Daniel Reeds. Strategic Development track.” Damien didn’t speak for a long beat. Then, without looking at her, he stripped off his jacket and tossed it over the back of his chair. “Bring him in.” Madison hesitated. “Now?” “I said bring him in.” Damien said firmly She nodde

CHAPTER 80DAMIEN’S POVEven after staring at the same damn sentence three times, I still couldn’t make sense of what it said.I squeezed the bridge of my nose with my fingers and put my arm on the desk. The room was too damn quiet, and the characters on the screen were blurry. Too still.By now, she should have shown up.The document. I asked her to bring it several hours ago. The document was in the drawer in the study's upper left corner. It wasn't difficult. But nothing. No footsteps. No knock. I haven’t seen or heard from her since. I’m starting to get impatient.I relaxed in my chair and took another glance at my phone, which had a black screen. No messages. No phone calls.I clenched my jaw. Perhaps she missed the text. No. She was not like that.Every time I asked, she came. Even when she was upset, she always seemed to have that calm determination about her. She didn't simply disappear.Something was off.I ran my hand over the back of my neck as I stood and began pacing the r