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The night breeze in Singapore whispered gently as the plane touched down at Changi Airport. But Evalina’s heart was far from calm. She cast a worried glance toward Hunter, who stood by the window, switching on his phone as the airplane mode was deactivated."Are you sure we're safe here?" Evalina murmured under her breath.Hunter turned, offering a faint smile. "For now, Singapore is the most neutral ground to uncover everything."Yudha, Hunter’s trusted assistant, approached with their luggage in tow. “Our car is ready. Should we head straight to Reyan’s Southeast Asia HQ in Orchard?”Hunter gave a nod. “We don’t have much time. I want to personally see the financial systems and those suspicious transactions.”When they arrived at the towering building labeled “R Corp – Southeast Asia Division”, they were greeted with cold hesitation by the security staff.“Apologies, Mr. Hunter,” one of the guards said, visibly uneasy. “Orders from our upper management strictly prohibit anyone from

That morning, Evalina’s phone rang loudly.She had just finished washing her face when the screen flashed a name that made her heart drop: “Maya Lim – EliteExpose”, the most ruthless gossip journalist in all of Asia.Her breath caught in her throat.With trembling fingers, Evalina opened social media. And just as she feared—photos of Hunter and Cheryl flooded the feed.> "Young CEO Hunter Jackson caught in a compromising position with rising model Cheryl Ang!"> "Love scandal: Fiancée left while he sleeps with another woman!"Evalina staggered backward. Her phone still in hand, her body felt numb. Her name appeared in several articles as “the betrayed fiancée.”Moments later, Hunter stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. One look at Evalina’s face, and he knew—it was over.“I couldn’t stop the media,” he said softly. “Reyan moved fast.”Evalina showed him her screen. “Cheryl said you forced her.”Hunter quickly shook his head. “She came onto me. She pretended t

Evalina glanced at the rearview mirror while gripping the steering wheel tightly. The engine sounded normal, but her heart pounded erratically. She didn’t know why, but ever since she left Hunter’s house to inspect the new project site on the city outskirts, a sense of unease had clung to her like a shadow.Towering trees lined both sides of the road. The descent was gradual, but the car started to pick up more speed than it should.“Why do the brakes feel… strange?” she muttered, gently pressing the brake pedal.Nothing happened.Her eyes widened. She pressed the brake harder. Still no response.“This can’t be happening… not now!” she shouted in panic.The car sped up as it raced downhill, cutting through the deserted road flanked by thick woods. Evalina tried to steer the car to the side, but the front tires lost traction. The steering wheel felt heavy and unresponsive.“Brake failure?!”Her hands trembled as she tried to pull the handbrake, but the car only spun slightly to the lef

Hunter berdiri di depan jendela kantor pribadinya yang berada di lantai paling atas vila. Pemandangan kota yang tertutup kabut pagi tak sedikit pun menarik perhatiannya. Pikirannya tertuju hanya pada satu hal: Shopia Joy.Wanita itu bukan hanya bagian dari masa lalunya—dia adalah duri yang hampir menghancurkan semua yang telah Hunter bangun.Monique masuk tanpa mengetuk, tablet di tangannya, wajahnya serius."Aku baru saja mendapatkan laporan keuangan dari perusahaan fiktif milik Shopia," ucapnya cepat. "Dan kau tidak akan percaya siapa yang terlibat."Hunter berbalik cepat. "Siapa?"Monique menyerahkan tablet itu. Di layar, tertera nama investor utama perusahaan tersebut: Tuan Bernard Ellington—mantan anggota dewan ayah Hunter, yang dulu disingkirkan karena korupsi internal.“Bernard?” Hunter menggeram. “Pria tua itu seharusnya sudah tidak punya pengaruh.”“Nyatanya, dia kembali bersekongkol dengan Shopia. Dan dugaan kuatku, dialah yang membiayai semua kekacauan ini—termasuk percobaa

The large window behind the mahogany desk reflected the silhouettes of two figures—Hunter and Amara—standing face to face. The warm scent of untouched coffee from the cup on the table contrasted sharply with the tension hanging in the air.“So this is what you want?” Hunter spoke first. His voice held exhaustion, but also a firm edge. “To marry me... as some form of redemption?”Amara gave a faint smile—not one of joy, but a sharp smile laced with pain and vengeance. “Not just redemption, Hunter. Responsibility.”Hunter rubbed his temples, trying to process the sudden turn of the conversation that now felt like a ticking time bomb. “I don’t understand. Responsibility for what?”Amara took a deep breath, her eyes unwavering. “For my father’s death.”Thud. Hunter’s heart seemed to stop for a moment.“What are you talking about?” he asked quietly.Amara stepped closer. “You know my father almost broke free from Bernard’s network. He wanted out, wanted to report everything. But he needed