Semua Bab Embraced By The Billionaire: Bab 71 - Bab 78

Avery nodded slowly. "You’re right, Ashton. It’s all too sudden. I can't let him manipulate me. Not after everything. If he ever wanted peace, he wouldn’t let all this happen in the first place. And also, he never cared about Adelia anyway."She took a deep breath, shaking off the soft plea of Oliver's voice that’s still echoing in her memory. "So, what’s our response? Do we release a statement rejecting his offer?""No. We don't acknowledge the offer. We only use his desperation," Ashton countered, his eyes gleaming with focused strategy. "Oliver is spiraling, right? He's humiliated by his mother and ruined by the market. What does a man like Oliver crave when he feels powerless, Avery?" He asked her directly.Avery thought for a moment, picturing the man she had been married to. "Validation, of course. He wants to feel important. He wants to be celebrated, away from Rose’s eye and pressures.""Exactly," Ashton affirmed. "He needs to prove he’s still the heir of the Reeds, even if he

The opulence of the Reed mansion did little to cushion the devastating impact of Rose’s rage. Oliver Reed was finally dragged back to the estate by two nervous security guards and immediately ushered into his mother’s private study. The guards had found him at Aurelia, still half-asleep on the velvet sofa, his expensive suit rumpled, smelling faintly of stale whiskey and self-pity.Rose was waiting. She stood behind her desk, still wearing the severe gray suit from the morning, but her composure was gone. Her eyes burned with a cold, terrifying fury that promised imminent destruction.Oliver stood before her, his posture slumped, his face pale and contorted with fear. He attempted to straighten his jacket, a pathetic, futile gesture of defiance."Sit down, Oliver," Rose commanded, her voice dangerously quiet. The lack of volume was more menacing than any shout.Oliver didn't dare argue. He knew all along that he screwed up. He collapsed into the nearest leather armchair, his legs givi

The media firestorm ignited instantly. Across the globe, the revelation of Julian Reed's final moments and Rose Reed's cruelty dominated every headline. Social media became a furious mob.The hashtag #JusticeForJulian trended worldwide, replacing any sympathy Rose had manufactured in the past decade with visceral public rage. The corporate world watched in disbelief as the Reed empire crumbled not just from financial failure, but from moral bankruptcy.At the Knight Mansion, Ashton, Avery, and Sarah remained glued to the television, watching the inevitable implosion unfold. The news anchors, usually composed and professional, looked genuinely shaken as they relayed the latest developments."They're calling Rose a murderer," Sarah murmured, her voice tight with disbelief as she watched an analyst debate the legal implications of Clara's anonymous testimony. "This is beyond anything Rose can control. The witnesses are solid, the evidence is damning."Ashton nodded grimly, his gaze fixed

Rose Reed’s razor-sharp intellect, honed over decades of corporate warfare, returned quickly once the initial shock subsided. The detectives, though authoritative, were ultimately constrained by procedure. She used every legal trick in her arsenal, every carefully cultivated connection, to buy herself time."Gentlemen," Rose stated, her voice regaining its cold steel as she composed herself, "you have presented a warrant. I fully intend to cooperate with this investigation. However, I will not do so without my legal counsel present. You may conduct your initial search, but I will provide a formal statement only in the presence of my lawyers, in my offices, or at a time convenient to us both."The detectives, bound by the legal necessity of due process, relented slightly. They conducted a swift, focused search of the study and Julian’s old rooms, but Rose successfully delayed her own immediate questioning. The police left the premises, leaving Rose alone, but not victorious. She had me