Todos os capítulos de Save it, Mr Arrogant! I Dumped You After Reborn.: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

Gabriel POV"Reach out to every network we have. Bangria, Crescent Harbour, Lisaro, Casavera, everywhere. Every contact, every operative, every asset. Tell them to go underground immediately as per the new protocols. Move to the facilities prepared for this scenario—no communication via standard channels. No movement. No operations. Everything pauses."Dante's eyebrows rose fractionally. Going underground meant shutting down the entire operation. Every revenue stream, every supply chain, every relationship we maintained with port authorities, customs officials and local power brokers. It meant going dark in a way that would take months to recover from."For how long?" he asked."Seven days. I'll issue further instructions then. But for now, everything stops. Everyone goes to ground. I'm not losing another person because we were too busy running operations to secure our people."He nodded. "Anything else?""The compound. What's the situation there?""Media arrived within the hour. Heli

Gabriel POVLeo drove.The car had tinted windows, an unmarked sedan, and back roads through the industrial corridors of Bangria's eastern districts. I sat in the back with a cap pulled low and a coat that wasn't mine, watching the city slide past through dirty glass.Bangria looked different at night. Stripped of the construction cranes and the hustling foot traffic and the aggressive commerce that defined its daylight hours, it became something quieter and sadder. Shuttered shopfronts. Stray dogs trotting along kerbs. Streetlights with burnt-out bulbs that nobody had replaced because no one with the authority to do so cared about this part of the city.Mrs Harlow had lived in this part of the city her whole life—the Adisa district.It was mainly filled with working-class people who were honest and kind. This was the kind of neighbourhood where people left their doors unlocked because the only things worth stealing were already shared.She'd refused to move, even after I'd offered to

Gabriel POVI must have dozed off because I woke to Leo's hand on my shoulder and the grey light of pre-dawn seeping through the window."Boss." His voice was low, urgent. "You need to see something."I followed him downstairs. The ground-floor operations room was lit by the blue glow of three laptop screens. Dante was there, and Martinez, both hunched over one of the screens with expressions that matched Leo's tone."What is it?" I asked."The third-party force," Dante said. "The ones who intervened during the attack. We've been trying to identify them since yesterday. No luck on facial recognition, no equipment left behind, nothing. Until twenty minutes ago."He tapped the screen. A video began playing. It was security footage, pulled from a traffic camera two blocks from the compound—timestamp: 07:51, approximately three minutes after the third-party force had engaged Rowan's eastern flank.The footage showed a street corner that had been empty at first, then two vehicles appeared,

Evelyn POVOn the surface, the launch was shaping up to be the most significant event in Bennett Holdings' history. The Green Valley site looked spectacular — I'd driven out there twice in the past week, and both times I'd stood at the edge of the Phase One residential area and felt a pride so fierce it almost drowned out the sadness underneath it.The houses were finished. Central Park was landscaped. The commercial district facades were up, and the streetlights were installed, and from the right angle, at the right time of day, it looked like a real neighbourhood. A place where people would live and work and raise families. A place I'd imagined on paper and willed into existence.I'd built this. Whatever else was falling apart, I'd built this.Adrian had been present throughout. He wasn’t hovering, pushing, or using my vulnerability as an opening.He came to meetings and provided counsel when asked. He reviewed contracts, flagged issues, and offered his legal team's resources when B

Cedar Heights Golf & Country Club sat on a hill overlooking the eastern edge of Crescent Harbour, its manicured grounds spreading across forty acres of rolling green that smelled like fresh-cut grass and money.I hadn't been here in months, and it seemed like a lifetime since the day Isabella had humiliated me in the locker room. Adrian had grabbed my wrist on the fairway, and Vincent had walked away without looking back, and a golf ball had knocked Isabella unconscious, and Adrian had screamed that it was all my fault.A wonderful day, really. The kind you frame and hang on the wall.Grace had arranged the meeting. Simon Prescott, portfolio manager at Meridian Partners, had agreed to meet me at the Cedar Heights rooftop bar at eleven o'clock. Not his office. Not mine. A neutral venue, which in the language of corporate negotiations meant "I don't want this conversation on record." That should have been my first warning.I arrived at ten forty-five. Early, because I'd rather sit alone