All Chapters of GEEKY GIRL REVENGE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The next morning, the air in Lyon felt heavier than usual, as if the city itself sensed a grand stage being prepared behind glass buildings and government office corridors. Hugo arrived before the sun was fully up, wearing a light gray suit that contrasted with the dark circles under his eyes. He came with Ballero and the Cassilas legal team, but the first person he looked for was me.We met in a narrow briefing room on the second floor of the hotel. He stood there, offering no embrace, only a look that was hard to read. Suspicion, affection, and duty.“We have forty-eight hours before the presentation at the Environmental Council,” he said as he powered on the projector. “Let’s stay focused on the data.”I laced my fingers together and nodded. There was no welcome kiss for me. That was fine. This family’s quiet war had no use for sweet gestures.Graphs of noise impact, wildlife migration maps, bird radar scans — everything was laid out. The independent audit team sat in the back, wat

That afternoon, Saint Roch felt like a beehive that had been relocated to an open field. Reporters arrived in swarms, microphones with network logos pierced the air, and unauthorized drones buzzed overhead. Everyone wanted one thing: a shot of the orange canister found earlier that morning.I stood at the temporary podium, with Holly two steps behind me. Her gaze was sharp, as if every camera lens were a bullet. On the right side of the stage, Nicky leaned against the noise sensor desk, monitoring the pulsing graphs on the screen.“The canister contains a low-level sulfur compound,” I declared clearly. “Its dosage is minimal, with no effect on human health. We have handed it over to the gendarmerie for forensic analysis. The audit will proceed as scheduled.”Hands shot up, questions fired relentlessly:How did the canister bypass security? Who was responsible? Is this sabotage?“I won’t speculate,” I replied neutrally. “We trust the investigation to the authorities.” It was a rehearse

I love Marseille at dawn. The salty scent of the harbor, the dim sodium lights, and dockworkers who never bother to glance twice at a woman in a raincoat. In this city, you can slip between shipping containers like a ghost. As long as you know when to duck and when to trade silence for a beam of light.This morning, every line in the map inside my head lit up green. The orange “tester” canister had successfully steered the media toward a minor scandal. Saint Roch was holding its breath, Ana was forced to speak with caution, and the hashtag #GreenFraud continued to hiss online. Meanwhile, my main container, coded DRAGÃO, had been moved to a special truck, ready to depart for the turbine field tonight.Industrial-grade sulfur, sixteen canisters. One remote detonator, custom-built in São Paulo. The Brazilians call it botão de fumaça. If I trigger it, an orange mist will swallow half the turbine yard. Pollution sensors will scream, and Horrison Green Energy’s reputation will collapse alon

“Reward?” I repeated, making sure my ears weren’t betraying me. My tongue felt stiff, as if every word that followed would collide against the wall of ice between us. Yet Hugo stepped forward without hesitation, brushing aside the distance like someone wiping dew off a windshield. The light from the technician barracks cast shadows along the angles of his jaw; his gaze wasn’t just sharp—it shimmered with a strange conviction. The conviction of a man who had just extinguished a fire on the darker side of the world.“Yes,” he said, his voice deep but sincere. “I want a hug.”I blinked. Of all the possibilities that could have left his mouth tonight, I expected an apology, a threat, even a confession. But what came out was something simple. Too simple. Too human for someone like him. I stared at him for a long moment, searching for a trace of irony on his lips. But there was none. He was completely serious.“You want a hug?” I echoed, nearly scoffing. “After you kept everything from me?

I found Hugo in the reading room, reclining in the wicker chair that had sat empty earlier that afternoon. The dim chandelier cast a warm glow across the still-empty shelves. He held his phone, though he wasn’t looking at the screen. His gaze was vacant, like someone who had just lost something irreplaceable."Are you thinking about Celeste?" I asked."No. I was just imagining how noisy this house would be if you gave me a football team of children," he replied, lips curved into a wide grin. I knew it wasn't the real answer. But I’ve always respected a person’s privacy, even when it quietly tugged at the corners of my heart."You'd really leave me to raise that many children on my own?""I was named the youngest billionaire in the world. I’d never leave my wife alone. We would still go on vacations, anywhere you desire.""Even though you're the one who always kidnaps me out of the blue and insists on choosing the destination?"Hugo let out a soft laugh. He pulled me gently into his la