บททั้งหมดของ When Love Finds Its Way Back : บทที่ 271 - บทที่ 280

The afternoon in Lisbourn settled with a quiet ease that made everything feel almost untouched by trouble. At the far end of a quiet lane stood Emily’s residence. It was not just a house, it was a statement of calm after years of unrest. A five-bedroom detached duplex designed with space, light, and privacy in mind. The walls were pale and elegant. The large windows opened to the garden that stretched wide around it. Every part of the place reflected intention. Nothing was excessive, yet nothing was lacking. The garden was where Emily spent most of her time. Rows of flowers spread across the carefully maintained land. Each section was arranged with care but not rigidity. There were roses in full bloom, soft lavender lining the edges of the pathways, and clusters of lilies that stood quietly. Their presence was almost modest despite their beauty. It was not wild growth. It cultivated peace. And at the center of it, crouched slightly with gloved hands buried in the soil, was Emily R

Daisy got home late that night. The events of the evening followed her. They stayed with her in her thoughts, in the message on her phone, and in the part of her that refused to settle. The silence at Ray’s place had not left her. It lingered as she stepped into her apartment and let go of everything she had been holding. Her purse landed carelessly on the couch. Her heels followed, kicked off without a second thought. She walked straight into the kitchen. Daisy opened the refrigerator and reached for a can of beer. The cold metal felt steady in her hand. She popped it open and took a long sip before leaning back against the marble counter. For a moment, she said nothing. Then she picked up her phone and dialed. The call connected after two rings. “Princess.” The voice on the other end was older, calm, and familiar. “Mother,” Daisy breathed. “Daisy,” her mother replied. Her tone was soft but carried something underneath it. “How are you?” “I am doing great,” Daisy said au

Later that evening, at Cassienne’s penthouse, the glam team arrived without noise but with presence. They're a team of professionals who know what they're doing. They moved in with quiet efficiency, each person already aware of their role, their timing, and the standard expected of them. And at the center of it all stood Cassienne Rhodes. She was already dressed in a silk robe, her hair loosely tied back, her face bare and calm. There was no rush in her movements, no sign of nerves. She stood near the full-length mirror, reviewing something on her tablet before setting it aside as the team approached. Adrian Cole stepped forward first, his eyes moving over her in one immediate, assessing glance. “We’re on schedule,” he said. Cassienne met his gaze in the mirror. “Good,” she replied without breaking eye contact. And just like that, the room came alive with different activities to prepare Cassienne for tonight's event. Talia Greene moved to the garment rack, carefully unveiling

The moment Cassienne Rhodes stepped into the grand hall of the Apex Convergence Gala, the atmosphere changed. Conversations slowed. Heads turned, not in shock, but in recognition. People who had been deeply engaged in discussions found themselves distracted, their attention shifting without effort. She walked in as though she belonged there. Yes, she did belong. Her presence was calm, controlled, and deliberate. The fur shawl rested perfectly over her shoulders, adding to the quiet authority she carried. Every step she took was carefully measured, not for attention, but for purpose. And still, she had everyone’s attention. And across the room, conversations began to shift. Not openly, but subtly “That’s her.” “But she looks different.” “She always did.” “No. Not like this.” Near one of the private seating areas, a group of tech executives observed her with interest. “She’s the one Sandler signed,” one of them said quietly. “The same one,” another replied. “That move was bo

Finally, the music softened, and it drew attention. All conversations lowered. Glasses were set aside. Everyone turned toward the stage without being asked. And at the center of it all, Jeff Sandler stepped forward with the ease of a man who understood exactly what he was about to do. He waited until the room gave him its full attention. “Tonight,” he began, his voice steady, “is not just about innovation. It is about direction. Where we are going, and who will lead us there.” A few people nodded. Others watched more closely. “We are entering a new phase in technology. One that does not separate industries, but connects them. Gaming, artificial intelligence, digital ecosystems—they are no longer separate paths.” Then he paused briefly. “And to move forward, you need more than vision. You need the right people.” His gaze shifted, and landed on Cassienne Rhodes. A quiet shift moved through the room. “Which is why,” Jeff continued, “Nerox Technology is proud to officially we