บททั้งหมดของ Silent Flame: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The flight to Rome had been long, but Mason arrived with little time to rest. He moved quickly through the crowded streets, blending easily into the rhythm of the city. Rome was alive with energy, its ancient walls carrying whispers of history, but Mason’s focus was fixed only on one person: Sofia Rinaldi. She was the second name on Claudia’s list, and if she aligned with Claudia, the damage could ripple through both boardrooms and headlines.Mason had arranged to meet her in a quiet library café near Trastevere. The place was simple, filled with the smell of old books and fresh espresso. He arrived early, choosing a table near the back. He kept his phone in front of him, knowing Evelyn and Noah were watching from Seoul, ready to react to any updates.Sofia arrived a few minutes later. She was in her early forties, her dark hair pulled back neat

The following morning, Evelyn rose early. She dressed with care, not because she would be seen on camera, but because she wanted to feel composed. Today Sofia Rinaldi would speak in her own words, and the entire world would watch. Evelyn knew it could turn the tide.In the war room at Drake Tower, the team gathered around the screens. Hana had already secured the broadcast link from Rome. Mason stood nearby, his expression steady but alert. He had spent the night ensuring Sofia felt supported and unpressured. Alexander stood behind Evelyn, his presence a calm anchor.Celeste entered last, leaning lightly on her cane. She did not sit, but remained at the edge of the room, her eyes fixed on the screens. “Let us hear if truth still has weight in this world,” she said softly.The broadcast began. Sofia appeared in

The morning began with a quiet hum in the corridors of Drake Tower, but Evelyn sensed unease in the air the moment she stepped inside. Conversations hushed as she passed. Assistants moved briskly with eyes lowered. By the time she reached the war room, Hana already had the screens filled with headlines.Noah stood at the front, his arms crossed. “She is attacking Celeste directly now,” he said grimly.Evelyn leaned closer, reading the words glowing on the display. Calls Grow for Celeste Drake to Step Aside. The article claimed that Celeste was too old to lead, that her decisions were influenced more by nostalgia than strategy. Anonymous sources were quoted, suggesting her mind was weakening. Evelyn’s jaw tightened.“This is Claudia’s doing,” Hana

The morning air in Seoul felt sharper than usual, as if the city itself sensed what was coming. Evelyn arrived at Drake Tower before sunrise, her steps measured, her posture calm. She carried no notes in her hands. Everything she intended to say was already settled in her mind. Claudia Moreau had spent months twisting shadows, but today Evelyn would place the truth where it belonged, in full light.The press conference was scheduled for midmorning, announced only hours earlier. That timing was deliberate. It gave Claudia no space to prepare a counter narrative in advance. The board had been notified, investors briefed, and the communications team stood ready. Still, Evelyn knew words once released could not be pulled back.In the war room, Hana made final checks on the broadcast feed. Noah stood nearby, scanning last minute updates from international outlets. Alexander remained at Evelyn’s side, silent but steady. Celeste had chosen not to attend, a calculated decision to keep the foc

The first sign came quietly. Too quietly.Evelyn noticed it in the way conversations paused when Alexander entered certain rooms. Not stopped. Just shifted. A hesitation that had not existed before. It followed him through Drake Tower like a faint echo, subtle enough to dismiss but persistent enough to register. Executives smiled a fraction too late. Assistants avoided eye contact for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Even familiar colleagues adjusted their posture, as though reminding themselves to remain neutral. The building itself felt watchful, as if measuring him against an invisible scale.By midday, Noah confirmed what her instincts already suspected.“Claudia is not attacking operations anymore,” Noah said in the war room. “She is attacking perception. Specifically Alexander’s.”Evelyn frowned. “How.”“Anonymous briefings. Background whispers. Nothing traceable. She is questioning whether Alexander is compromised by personal loyalty rather than corporate judgment.”Alexander