Todos os capítulos de HEIR OF PAIN: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

As they drew closer to the venue, the road became busier. Luxury cars lined up outside the grand hall, their polished bodies reflecting the bright lights above. Security personnel stood neatly by the entrance, guiding guests forward. Bright chandeliers illuminated the tall glass doors, and well-dressed guests stepped out of their cars, laughing and chatting as cameras flashed around them. Arden swallowed lightly. Corner slowed the car. “We’ve arrived, sir.” Arden looked out the window. His heart began to race. The hall looked grander than ever, far more luxurious than in previous years. The entrance of the event hall was adorned with a long red carpet that stretched from the driveway to the doors. Golden stands lined both sides, decorated with white roses and soft glowing lights. A large banner hung above the entrance, boldly announcing The Annual Barristers’ Gala. Corner stepped out of the driver’s seat and walked straight to the back door. He opened it respectfully for Ryder. Th

As Arden stepped out of the restroom, he saw one of Ryder’s bodyguards standing a few steps away. The man straightened immediately when he noticed Arden. Arden let out a tired sigh. So Ryder had still sent someone after all. He didn’t say anything. He simply nodded and walked past the guard, heading back toward the main hall and the VVIP section. The noise of the event slowly returned to his ears—soft music, laughter, clinking glasses, and voices filled with excitement. When Arden reached the VVIP section, Ryder was already seated, speaking quietly with one of the organizers. The moment Ryder noticed Arden, he stopped talking and stood up. “You’re back,” Ryder said softly. “Yes,” Arden replied. “Everything is fine.” Ryder searched his face for a moment, as if checking for any sign of distress. Seeing none, he nodded. “Sit,” Ryder said, guiding him gently back to his seat. Arden sat down, and Ryder resumed his seat beside him. The bodyguards returned to their positions,

“This is so stressful,” Arden mumbled to himself as they came out of the lecture hall, heading toward the parking lot as usual. They were finally done with lectures for the day. Kyle laughed softly. “You do enjoy the attention, huh?” Arden shook his head immediately. “You know me, Kyle. I hate attention the most.” Kyle glanced at him, still smiling. He knew Arden was telling the truth. Arden had always preferred a quiet life, one where he could move freely without eyes following him everywhere. Ever since his parents died, his life had been controlled in one way or another. Freedom was something he treasured deeply. “I’m just teasing you,” Kyle said. “But seriously, everyone is watching you now.” “I can feel it,” Arden replied. “It’s suffocating.” They walked in silence for a moment, their footsteps echoing lightly on the pavement. A few students passed by, whispering among themselves. Some stared openly. Others tried to be subtle and failed. Kyle broke the silence. “So,

It had only been one day into the weekend, yet Kellan was already restless. Ever since that night, Kyle had not called him. Each time Kellan tried dialing his number, it rang endlessly with no answer. At first, Kellan told himself Kyle was busy. Then he told himself Kyle was sleeping. But as the hours dragged on, worry settled deep in his chest. Kellan sat on the bed, staring at his phone like it might suddenly light up yet, there was nothing. He stood up abruptly and began pacing the room, walking back and forth like a caged animal. “I can’t just sit here and keep calling his number,” he muttered to himself. “Or maybe… maybe I should just accept to amend with Ryder.” He stopped walking and rubbed his face. “But how would he even know that I’ve agreed?” he added quietly. “He’s not even picking my calls.” The silence of the apartment felt louder than any noise. Kyle’s absence was everywhere—in the empty couch, the quiet kitchen, the untouched dining table. Kellan glance

Corner stared at the file in his hand, his brows drawn together tightly. The information on the paper confirmed what he had already suspected—Carlos was planning another move. And not just any move. This time, he was aiming directly at Ryder. Corner let out a slow breath and shook his head. “They never get tired,” he muttered to himself. He straightened his jacket and picked up the file properly before heading toward the conference room. When he finally got there, he reached the conference room door and pushed it open. The room was filled. Men sat around the long table, some discussing quietly, others focused on their tablets. At the front of the room, Ryder stood before a white projection screen, his attention fixed on the information displayed. When Corner entered, several heads turned. Once they realized it was him, they returned to whatever they had been doing. Ryder didn’t turn around. “What are you here for, Corner?” Ryder asked calmly. Corner stepped forward and bowed sl