บททั้งหมดของ The Devil In A Suit: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Third person POVThe Whitlock estate hadn't known peace in weeks.Ever since Lucien announced his engagement to Imani on Christmas Eve—an announcement delivered with such calm confidence it stunned the room to silence before bursting into celebration—the entire household had transformed into a chaotic fairytale village. The estate, usually serene and elegant with its symmetrical gardens and warm stone façade, had become a buzzing hive of motion and noise. Laughter, shouting, the clatter of silver trays, and the rhythmic pulse of playlist after playlist echoed through the grand halls from morning till late into the night.It was wedding season, and no one in the house could escape the madness.The main living room smelled of fresh peonies and rich mahogany polish. Every surface had been cleared to make room for sample bouquets, swatches of luxurious fabrics, catalogues of wedding cakes, and screens displaying back-to-back Zoom calls with overseas collaborators an

Third person POV The morning after the wedding, the estate had fallen into a rare kind of silence—one that settled thick in the air, like mist clinging to old marble. Where laughter and glitter had filled the halls the day before, now there was only the hushed rhythm of tired footsteps, the faint clink of breakfast china, and the occasional groan from someone still nursing a champagne hangover. But Enzo wasn’t among the hungover. He was already seated in the east study of the estate, the sunlight catching the faint gold threads in his tailored charcoal blazer. His coffee had gone cold fifteen minutes ago. His tablet blinked silently beside a leather notebook filled with scribbled diagrams, pitch notes, and tech specs. Opposite him, three investors from a Zurich-based capital firm sat comfortably, leafing through a printed version of his business proposal. “This isn’t just another game,” Enzo said, his voice calm but magnetic. “It’s an ecosystem. A fully immersive, AI-responsiv

Third person POV The sun hung low, casting molten gold streaks across the tinted glass walls of Evosync Towers, the headquarters of Enzo Cruz’s AI gaming company. The skyline of the city buzzed with activity, but inside the building, the tempo was at a completely different rhythm — one faster, sharper, and unforgivingly precise. Enzo stood at the front of the sleek black boardroom, dressed in a crisp navy suit, his lean frame a perfect blend of calm authority and focus. Behind him, a large LED screen flashed a rotating mockup of Project Ion Realm, their latest immersive game launch expected to reshape AI-driven gameplay. His voice was calm, confident, but clipped — he hadn’t slept more than four hours in days, yet his mind worked at full throttle. “Phase four of the development will begin in two weeks. I want 3D render optimization accelerated, voice AI feedback finalized, and server infrastructure tested in sandbox by the end of this month,” he said, eyes scanning his board of

Third person POV Time had gone by, and the Morelli castle estate was once again buzzing with laughter, movement, and the smell of food wafting from the kitchen. It was always lively they all gathered like this, and even though everyone had grown busier with different countries and careers, there was something about this old place that drew them all back like moths to a flame. Julian was the first to arrive with Cassiel, holding hands with their twin boys, Jay and Miles, who dashed across the marble floor the second they entered, screaming something about winning hide and seek. Julian just shook his head and muttered under his breath, “We didn’t even say hello yet.” Cassiel chuckled, his hand resting gently on Julian’s waist. “They’ve missed this place. Let them run.” Miss Maria emerged from the kitchen like a war general, hands on her hips and a floured apron on. “Don’t you let those boys break my flower vases, Julian Morelli!” “They’re not my vases,” Julian countered with a

Third person POV The murmurs in the hall died down the moment Enzo stepped onto the platform. Cameras clicked. Eyes turned. Behind him stood a massive digital screen flashing the golden logos of Cruz Tech and Takahashi Dynamics. The press conference was in full swing, but his attention wasn’t on the audience. It was on her. Reina sat poised beside him, dressed in a pristine white pantsuit with subtle embroidery lining the sleeves—elegant, sharp, stunning. Her lips were tinted the same rouge she always wore, but tonight her eyes glittered with something different. Accomplishment. And maybe… anticipation. When they signed the final document, sealing the billion-dollar collaboration, applause erupted. Reina extended her hand to Enzo like a business partner would, but the spark in her gaze didn’t belong in a boardroom. He didn’t shake her hand. Instead, he leaned in slightly and murmured, “We’re celebrating. Just the two of us.” She tilted her head. “Where?” “You’ll see.”