Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Morning came with a calm that felt deliberate, almost rehearsed. Celine O’Neil stepped out of her car and adjusted her coat as she looked up at the modest but well-kept building housing Donovan & Co. It wasn’t as imposing as Brooks Enterprises’ headquarters, but it didn’t need to be. The stability of the place showed in its quiet efficiency, in the absence of panic or decay. This was the environment Mr. Donovan preferred, measured, controlled, and insulated from drama.Emilia walked beside her, tablet tucked under her arm, while Collins stayed a few steps behind, alert without being intrusive. Inside, they were ushered into Donovan’s office without delay.Mr. Donovan rose from behind his desk, his handshake firm but brief. His face carried the kind of restraint that revealed little, the look of a man who had learned to survive boardrooms by saying less than he knew.“Ms. O’Neil,” he said evenly. “Please, sit.”Celine thanked him and took her seat, wasting no time on pleasantries.

Carter woke before dawn, long before the city found its rhythm. Sleep had barely touched him. His body still carried the ache from the bullet wound, a dull reminder of how close death had come, but it was not the pain that kept him restless. It was urgency. Unease. The feeling that time was running ahead of him while danger lingered too close to Celine O’Neil.He had spent most of the night following threads the police were ignoring or moving too slowly to pursue. Phone records that did not quite add up. A vehicle sighted near Ludik Holdings minutes before the shot was fired. A name that surfaced twice in two different reports, then vanished. None of it was complete, but it was enough to convince him of one thing: the threat was not over.Before he committed fully to the hunt, there was one place he needed to go. One conversation he could no longer postpone.Emilia.He told himself it was about closure. About honesty. About making sure she understood why he was about to disappear fr

The boardroom at Brooks Enterprises felt heavier than usual, as though the walls themselves were aware that history was about to tilt in a new direction. The long mahogany table gleamed under the soft lighting, polished to perfection, yet no amount of luxury could soften the tension pressing down on everyone seated around it.Adam Brooks sat at the head of the table, his posture rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He had attended countless board meetings in this room, many of them contentious, some triumphant, but never one where he felt so clearly under siege. To his right sat his mother, Evelyn Brooks, dressed immaculately in dark colours, her back straight, her chin lifted. She looked calm to anyone who did not know her, but Adam could sense the storm coiled beneath her composure. Every few seconds, her fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of her chair, a quiet tell of her simmering anger.Across the table sat Celine O’Neil.She did not fidget. She did not whisp

The boardroom of Brooks Enterprises felt suffocating long before the meeting formally began. The air was thick with whispers, cautious glances, and the kind of tension that settled into bones rather than hovering at the surface. Adam Brooks sat rigidly at the head of the long mahogany table, his back straight, his jaw locked, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly his knuckles had gone white. Beside him, Evelyn Brooks sat with her usual poise, her spine erect, her expression unreadable, though there was a restless alertness in her eyes. She leaned slightly toward her son, radiating a quiet, possessive loyalty, as if her presence alone could shield him from whatever judgment awaited.Across the room, the other board members took their seats slowly. No one spoke openly. Mr. Donovan avoided Adam’s eyes, his attention fixed on the documents before him. Mrs. Lawson sat with her hands folded neatly, her face composed but thoughtful. Mr. Reynolds leaned back in his chai

The park was still waking up when Celine began her jog. She liked this hour because it felt honest. No boardrooms. No guards hovering too close. No calculated smiles or waiting enemies. Just her breath, her pace, and the steady rhythm of her feet hitting the paved path.She had insisted on coming alone. Carter and Collins had argued, quietly but firmly, standing by the car at the park entrance. Carter, still not fully recovered, looked especially tense, but she shut them both down with a single look. She needed space. She needed to remember who she was outside power, outside revenge, outside the constant war that had become her life. They remained in the car, watching from a distance, respecting her decision even if they hated it.As she ran, her thoughts refused to slow down. Numbers drifted through her mind. Board votes. Investor confidence. Timelines. The fragile balance she was maintaining between patience and pressure. Adam was still breathing because she allowed it. Evelyn