Semua Bab Save it, Mr Arrogant! I Dumped You After Reborn.: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Vincent POVThe conference room at Hayes Acquisition was organised chaos.I sat at the head of the table, reviewing the final details of a merger that had taken months to negotiate. My team was scattered around the space—some standing, some seated, all of them focused on the documents in front of them."Julia," I said to my Head of Curator, a sharp woman in her forties with an eye for detail. "Walk me through the acquisition timeline one more time."Julia pulled up the presentation on the screen behind me. "We have thirty days to complete the due diligence. The appraisals are already underway with Theo's team. Once we've verified the authenticity of the collection and assessed its market value, we move forward with the purchase agreement."Theo, my Senior Appraiser, nodded from his seat. "The preliminary assessment looks promising. We're looking at a collection worth approximately forty-seven million in current market value, with potential for significant appreciation given current ma

Evelyn POVThe first thing I felt was cold.A splash of water hit my face so suddenly that I gasped, sputtering and choking as the shock of it jolted me from whatever fragmented sleep I'd managed to find on the concrete floor.My eyes flew open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent light overhead. As my vision cleared, I saw three figures standing over me. Three men in dark clothes with masks covering most of their faces, leaving only their eyes visible.Last time I'd seen these men, they moved me to a smaller room with more lights.The same three men who'd been here before. Or were they? At this point, I couldn't be entirely sure. The days had blurred together into an indistinguishable mess of darkness, fear, and confusion.How long had I been here?Four days? Five? A week? I had no way to track time in this place. There were no windows. No clocks. Just the harsh artificial light and the constant, suffocating dread that settled in my chest like a weight.I pushed myself up onto my

Vincent POVReconnecting with the person I'd just spoken to on the phone has got to be the best news I've heard in a week. He was someone whom I knew nothing about, except that he was a pro at finding people and keeping his word. Not to mention, he always seems to turn up whenever I am in a fix.I drove toward the coded location I'd been given over the phone.The codes. Of course. Only one person would use our coded system to communicate with me.Fifth and Harbor Street. But not the warehouse. The opposite direction. The cafe.I'd forgotten about our system in the panic and adrenaline of the moment, but now it came back to me. Whenever the Private Investigator needed to meet me, he would give me a location and a direction. The opposite direction meant something else entirely.The small cafe was tucked into a corner storefront, its sign reading "Riverside Coffee" in faded letters. It wasn't the kind of place most people would notice—it was sandwiched between a closed laundromat and an

Vincent POVSince I parked my car in my apartment building’s underground garage, I decided to use the elevator that led straight to my floor.As I approached, I spotted a figure leaning against the wall, with both hands tucked into their pocket. The closer I got to the outline, the more I recognised who it was. It was Gabriel Ross.His eyes tracked my movement as I walked towards him. He was dressed in all black—tactical pants, a fitted black shirt, and a leather jacket. He looked like a man prepared for war.My first instinct was to pretend I didn’t see him, but I wanted to know why he was in Crescent Harbour. I wanted answers to why he’d let Evelyn leave his compound alone and what had happened that night. I wanted to know why he hadn’t checked on whether she got home safely after that.But something in his expression stopped me. There was no arrogance or his casual confidence that I was used to. If anything, he looked miserable.There were several small plasters scattered all over

Evelyn POVTime had become meaningless in this place.I didn't know if it had been four days or five days or a week since I'd been brought to this room.The darkness had a way of swallowing time, making every hour stretch into infinity. The only indication I had that days were passing was the changing of guards, the sporadic meals of stale bread and water, and the occasional shouting from somewhere in the building that suggested other people were being held here as well.I was no longer alone in my cell. Not really. There was a woman in the room next to mine—I could hear her crying through the thin walls. There were men somewhere downstairs, their voices carrying up through the floorboards. And there were the guards who came periodically to check on us, their masked faces revealing nothing.Today felt different, though. There was an energy in the building that hadn't been there before. People were moving more quickly. Conversations were more urgent. And an hour ago, I'd overheard some