All Chapters of After I Died, He Truly Panicked: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Maxwell’s POVThe air in the office was thick with a nervous energy, a palpable buzz of excitement and anticipation. My team of architects and designers, all hand-picked by Clara, were putting the finishing touches on our portfolio for the Reinhardt Group showcase.The models were polished, the renderings were flawless, and the presentation was a work of art. This was our chance to prove ourselves, to show the world that the Kingsman Group was more than just a firm caught in a scandal. We were a force to be reckoned with.I stood in my office, watching them work, a rare sense of hope blooming in my chest. For the first time this week, the weight on my shoulders felt a little lighter. This project, this showcase, was a lifeline, a way to pull us out of the quicksand we were sinking into.There was a new vigour that had been missing in the team and I was glad that after what happened, nobody had lost their drive to do better. To be better.Just then, my phone rang. It was an unknown num

Regina’s POVI shut the TV off with a sharp click, the chaotic noise of the news report instantly replaced by a deafening silence. The images of Maxwell, looking haggard and besieged by reporters, were burned into my mind.I didn't need Mia to see that, to have her innocent world tainted by the ugliness of my life. I had to protect her, to shield her from the truth for as long as I could.I made sure Mia was asleep, tucked snugly into her bed, her small body a peaceful, reassuring presence in the quiet darkness. I hoped Ivan was here, too, that I could read him a bedtime story and just be his mom, a mother who was not burdened by the weight of a secret past.Maxwell had been outside the jail where Morgana was being held. I wasn’t a fool. I knew why he had gone there.It was obvious there were still some lingering feelings between them.I knew they had a deeper, more complicated relationship, given the contents of the letter Morgana had sent. She had said she would wait for him, that s

Regina’s POVThe sun was a harsh, unforgiving glare on my eyelids, a rude awakening after a sleepless night.I groaned, burying my face in the pillows, my mind a chaotic storm of unanswered questions and bitter truths.These days, it seemed harder and harder to face reality every time I woke up.I didn’t want to fall back into the vicious cycle of spending too much time in my room. I had done exactly that during the first few weeks of coming to the Veyron estate.But I had gotten better.I took a deep breath, before getting up and showering before getting ready.I hadn't forgotten the image of Maxwell on the news, the reporter's words echoing in my ears, “Why were you visiting Morgana in prison?”I hadn't forgotten the gut-wrenching realization that I had almost trusted him again, almost let him back into my life, only to find out that he had been in contact with the woman who had tried to destroy me.I shook the thoughts away from my head. Thinking about Maxwell so early in the morni

Maxwell’s POVThe private lounge was a suffocating space, a room filled with a heavy silence as everyone pondered over the predicament the Kingsman Group had found themselves in.I sat at the head of a long mahogany table, my gaze sweeping over the grim faces of the board members of the Kingsman Group.The air was thick with tension, a palpable fear that gnawed at my insides.We were talking about the fraud allegations, a case from the past that had come back to haunt me, to haunt my company.More than half of the board members had joined after my father’s accident, their faces a mix of confusion and disbelief.They hadn't known my father, hadn't known the man who had built this company from the ground up. But a few of them were a different story.They had been with us since the beginning, their loyalty a testament to the kind of man my father had been.“I need to know everything,” I said, my voice low and firm. “I need to know what you know about this. The fraud... it happened, didn'

Regina’s POVHis shadow fell over me before I could even take a breath.One moment I was fumbling with the handle of my car door, trying to gather my scattered thoughts, and the next, Maxwell was there, towering, crowding me in, his presence pressing down on my chest.“Why the hell are you here, Regina?” His voice was low, demanding, dangerous in the way it coiled around my nerves. “I told you to come to my car. I told you I was waiting. What are you doing?”My throat went dry, but anger, white-hot, brittle anger, was faster.“What am I doing? What are you doing, Maxwell?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “Visiting Morgana in jail? You think I wouldn’t find out? You think you could keep that from me?”The name landed between us like a blade, and for the first time, his mask cracked. His brows pulled together in confusion, the lines around his mouth tightening.“Morgana?”“Yes, Morgana,” I spat, the bitterness spilling before I could stop it. “Don’t play dumb. Don’t stand t