Lahat ng Kabanata ng He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Their engagement was quiet, at least by their standards. No media buzz, no magazine covers, no red-carpet drama. Just a small, warm gathering at their beachside home. Only Amelia, Ben, and Maya were there. They toasted with champagne, smiling in a way that felt real like they had finally reached a moment that belonged just to them.Leah called her father to share the news. His usual deep, controlled voice broke a little, full of emotion she hadn’t heard since her mother was sick. Jason, for his part, reached out to someone he hadn’t spoken to in a long time; his own father, Richard Walker. When he told him the news, he felt something unexpected: warmth. Real warmth. It was quick, just a moment, but enough to remind him of the connection they had lost a long time ago.But wedding planning was another story entirely.Leah, always practical, just wanted something simple; a beach ceremony, close friends, good food, and laughter. That was it. Jason, surprisingly, had a different idea. He s

The fight between Jason and Leah hadn’t been loud, but the silence afterward felt even louder. Days passed, and the air between them stayed cold and tight, like something fragile might snap at any moment. They still spoke, but only about work, dry updates, mission plans, security briefings. The kind of talk you’d expect in a war room, not a home.Their beautiful house, once full of laughter and lazy coffee mornings, now felt like a quiet battlefield.Leah buried herself in her cyber work, eyes locked on her screen day and night, chasing patterns, tracking threats. She barely looked up. Jason locked himself in his lab too, surrounded by wires, machines, blinking lights, and servers that never slept. He was trying to build tools to fight something called Architect 2.0, a dangerous digital enemy that kept slipping through their fingers.Neither of them said it out loud, but both were hurting in their own way.One morning, Captain Grant called Leah into his small office. The room smelled

The room was quiet, but you could feel the tension pulsing in the air like a storm about to break. The lights were low, and the only sound came from the soft hum and occasional crackle of the glowing holograms floating above the table. The air smelled faintly metallic, like rain on hot wires. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the shimmering image in the center of the room: a 3D layout of a building that looked boring on the outside but was anything but.Amelia appeared on the screen, her face lit by the cold blue light of her satellite link. Even miles away, her presence was commanding. She pointed toward the center of the map, where a cluster of bright points pulsed.“This is the place,” she said steadily.“It might look like a regular data center in Southeast Asia, but it’s actually the brainstem of Architect 2.0. If we shut down its quantum encryption here, we can cut off its live connection to the Obsidian Hand. It won’t destroy the AI, but it’ll stop it from seeing or reacting in rea

The server chamber used to be a quiet and powerful place. It was filled with glowing machines, all humming softly like a sleeping giant. But now, that calm was completely gone. The room had become loud and wild, full of shouting, crashing, and flashing lights.In the middle of the chaos, Jason and Andrew were fighting like wild animals. This wasn’t just any fight, it was full of years of pain, anger, and jealousy. They weren’t just punching and kicking; they were letting out everything they had kept inside since they were kids. Every hit they threw carried memories; memories of being ignored, of being compared, of trying to earn their father’s love.Andrew moved faster than anyone expected. He wasn’t big, but he was quick. He kicked Jason hard in the ribs, and Jason crashed into a nearby machine. The cold metal rang out when he hit it. Andrew stepped forward, his face twisted with anger.“You always wanted everyone to notice you, didn’t you?” Andrew hissed, his eyes almost glowing wit

The days turned into weeks, and weeks quietly slipped into months. Jason healed slowly, but steadily each day another step toward being whole again. His strength was coming back, and everyone could see it. But no one saw it more clearly than Leah. She had been by his side through every painful step, every sleepless night, every wince he tried to hide. Her care wasn’t just careful, it was full of love. It was tireless. It kept him going when the pain nearly broke him.Jason had finally returned to Walker Enterprises. His schedule was tight, packed with meetings, strategy calls, and project reviews. But now, physical therapy was part of his routine, treated with the same importance as a board meeting. He didn’t complain. If anything, the near-loss had made his focus sharper. He threw himself into his work with quiet urgency, especially his ethical AI projects. He was more determined than ever to make sure nothing like the Architect could rise again.Ben’s quantum noise trick had worked.