All Chapters of Her Exodus, His Regret. : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

52. As simple as a pair of slippers"What do you think you are doing?" Dahlia questioned, brows furrowing. Lucien looked at her, a little smile playing at the edge of his lips. "What exactly do you mean Miss Winters?""You know you don't have to go to the site with me, or are you just trying to get on my nerves?"Lucien took one step forward, bringing them closer. Dahlia's jaw clenched slightly. "We're partners on this aren't we Miss Winters? Or are you trying to claim all the credits for yourself?"Dahlia sighed slowly, shutting her eyes for a second. She could clearly hear the tease in his voice. "Whatever Mr Voss" she finally said, stepping away from him. Lucien placed his hands into his pockets, his eyes resting softly on her. She was dressed in loose clothes today— grey colored athleisure. Her hair was arranged into a neat ponytail, which bounced with every step she took. A single word crossed his mind.Perfection. Yet, he had let her go. "Mr Voss---" Dahlia called him sudd

54. I want her back.Evening arrived, painting the sky with streaks of molten orange and violet.The city stretched beneath them, alive with movement, but inside the car, there was only silence.Heavy. Lingering.Lucien's hands rested steadily on the steering wheel as he pulled into the private driveway of Dahlia's penthouse building. The engine hummed softly before he turned it off, the sound fading into quietude.Neither of them spoke.Dahlia sat beside him, her fingers loosely wrapped around her bag, her gaze fixed ahead— except she was seeing nothing. The events of the day still dulled in her mind. The collapse.The accusations.The pressure.And him.Her chest rose in a slow breath. The silence stretched.She reached for the door handle."Goodnight, Mr Voss", she said, her voice composed—too composed.Lucien's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly at the formality.The cool evening air wrapped around her instantly as the door shut behind her with a soft click. She took in another

56. The unknown firewall Morning arrived quickly yet quietly.A thin veil of light stretched across the city, soft and barely there. The streets came alive as usual, unaware of the tension hiding beneath the surface.Inside the Voss Empire— the CEO's office however, there was no such calm.The air felt different.Tighter.Controlled.Like something had already gone wrong.Lucien stood in his office, posture relaxed but his presence anything but. One hand rested in his pocket, the other on the edge of his desk, his gaze lowered in thought.'Boss, we have been attacked'. Jace's voice echoed in his head. The door opened.Jace stepped in, his expression tense."Boss"Lucien lifted his eyes. He remained silent and only walked to the couch in his office. He sat. Jace remained standing. "What's the situation now?" his voice came, tight. "According to the tech team, the attacker broke down our walls however, there seemed to be a foreign firewall protecting us" Jace paused, his gaze sea

58. Twenty-four hours...Dahlia set her phone quietly on the table, the soft click sound rippling through the silence. She turned to Lucien, whose eyes remained on her the whole time. "The culprit was found" she said calmly. "That was fast" Lucien let out a low chuckle. He lifted the cup to his lips and took a slow sip. Dahlia watched him for a moment but said nothing. Dahlia eyed him but remained silent. "Who is the culprit?" he asked. Dahlia only looked at him. "Or you don't want to say? That's fine too" Lucien said, a little smile touching the edge of his lips. "I can still find out later". Dahlia heaved a sigh. She stood from the couch and rounded his desk, standing face to face with the floor-to-ceiling window. "Mr Voss" "Mm?""May I ask you to join me for another dinner at my penthouse?"A pause. Lucien's brows furrowed slightly. Memories of the last dinner surfaced uninvited. Dahlia's provocation.Sasha's outburst.And the truth that followed.Dahlia turned from the

60. Mercy is a warning...The dining was still buried in silence. Tension rippled through the air. Taut. Grating. Mr Grant took a sip from his wine, then leaned into his seat in that fluid and lazy manner. His eyes flickered between Dahlia and Lucien. A curve— almost unseen— stretched his lips. He took another sip from his wine glass. Interesting. Always. A sound— cold and maniacal— shattered the silence. Everyone's eyes shifted to Sasha. Then, an applause followed. "Dahlia... aren't you just a genius?" Sasha said behind clenched teeth, fingers tightening at the hem of her dress. Dahlia's eyes narrowed. "To be honest, I never expected this. But, why would you go through this stress? Just to deal me a blow?"Dahlia smiled. Calmly. Smoothly. "I prefer to call it a lesson" Dahlia corrected. "But why?" Sasha's voice was almost a whisper. . "Are you finally admitting you have been jealous the whole time?"Dahlia scoffed. "Don't you think that's a lot of credit for someone of