บททั้งหมดของ Save it, Mr Arrogant! I Dumped You After Reborn.: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Evelyn POVThe bus ride back to the hotel was torture.I managed to get back to the hotel with barely enough strength in my legs. On the bus ride, I sat stiffly beside the window, staring outside but not really seeing anything. My mind was spinning too fast.All I could think about was the money I was wasting. The flight I'd already paid for. The hotel room I'd booked for two nights.Everything was weighing on me now.This was exactly what I'd been afraid of.This—this exact situation—was why I'd been terrified of checking out foreign investment. Every expense mattered. Every cent was important. Bennett Corporation didn't have money to waste, and here I was… with no meeting, no investor, and no idea how to fix anything.All my pleas to speak to the manager at Meridian Investments had fallen on deaf ears. They'd already made their decision. And my return flight wasn't until tomorrow, which meant I was stuck here for another night.I didn't know what to do.So, I forced myself to breath

Evelyn POVI sat in the airport lounge, staring at the scrawled note in my hands.The handwriting was terrible, like a child had written it. Or maybe someone who'd never held a pen before in their life. The letters were uneven and shaky, and some were barely legible.I tried to reread it, squinting at the messy scrawl:"Helo Evalhyn. I tank yu 4 savng me. I tok ur mony butt i pay yu bak. Kaal this numbah wen u cii dis. Ross"I couldn't make out most of it. Was it "Helo"? Or "Hello"? And what did "tank yu 4" even mean? Was this a code? Some sort of cypher I was supposed to figure out?The only word I could decipher clearly was "Ross."That should be the name of the person who left the note.I tried to picture the stranger I’d saved bending over the table, scrawling this, but the picture wouldn’t form. Someone like him would know how to read and write for sure.So, did that also mean that while I was asleep, perhaps after the stranger had left, someone else had come into my room?I star

Evelyn POVI walked into Bennett Corporation at nine in the morning on a Tuesday, and I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped through the doors.The lobby was filled with people. My people. The staff I'd been trying so hard to keep employed and paid, even when I had no money.They were holding signs."Evelyn Bennett - Step Down""Bring Back Damien""We Want Real Leadership"I stood there, my suitcase still in my hand, and I felt something shatter inside me.Someone had taken the initiative to invite the news, so practically, as I stood there breaking, I was recorded for the whole nation to see."What is this?" I asked quietly, looking around at the faces I recognised. People I'd worked with in these few weeks. The same ones I'd tried to protect.Everyone turned to look at me. My suitcase suddenly felt too heavy, and my legs were slowly weakening as if someone had poured lead into my bones.Not today…Dear God, please not today.I forced myself to straighten and keep walking eve

Evelyn POVI walked into my penthouse bedroom with a heavy sigh and loosened my tie like it was choking me. My head had been pounding since morning, and the silence of the room did nothing to help.I shrugged out of my suit jacket and let it fall carelessly on the nearest chair. I was exhausted.Not physically…no. I was used to working for long hours, but mentally. My mind was spinning with everything and nothing at once.The Bangria project was stalling. Everything was moving too slowly, and I couldn't figure out why.When I'd traveled to Bangria, I'd seen it as an opportunity to do two things at once.First, I wanted to finalize the deal with the Ross Family—a partnership that could generate significant profit for Whitmore Group. Second, I wanted to find Evelyn. To make sure she was okay and to see if I could convince her to come back home with me.But neither had gone according to plan.The Ross rep had given me nothing but silence. I waited for hours with our representative in Ban

Gabriel POVI knew he hated this part of what we did. He hated the collateral damage and innocent people getting caught in the crossfire."Does Evahlyn live in Crescent Harbour?" I asked, trying to school my expression."Yes," He confirmed. "And I'm afraid her life is in danger. We can't afford to have another innocent person suffer because of you."I leaned back in my chair and sighed. "Okay, Buddha, what do you suggest we do?"Rowan’s nickname was Buddha—because, unlike me, he believed in peaceful solutions and redemption. He had this stupid idea about rewriting what people knew as the Mafia. He wanted to build a world where we didn’t have to spill blood every single time, we wanted to make a point.It was never going to happen. But I liked that he tried.Why I still kept him as my underboss was a mystery to me because he was so darned disciplined. But if you mistake his discipline, his want for peace and his façade of fragility, you’d end up with a neat bullet hole at the back of y