Semua Bab Dynamic kiss “love has no limit”: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The wail of sirens cut through the hum of the boardroom, growing louder with every second until they seemed to vibrate through the very walls of Voss Enterprises. Outside the glass doors, blue and red lights flashed against the marble hallway, casting chaotic streaks of color across the faces of the board members, the employees, and the security guards who stood watching.Two uniformed police officers pushed open the doors, their badges glinting, followed by a detective in a plain suit who scanned the room until his eyes landed on Victor Chen, still slumped in his chair at the head of the table, his face ashen and streaked with sweat.“Victor Chen?” the detective asked, stepping forward. “You’re under arrest for murder, fraud, embezzlement, and conspiracy to commit harm. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”Victor didn’t move at first, his hands gripping the arms of the chair so tightly his knuckles turned white. Th

The parking lot of Voss Enterprises hummed with quiet relief. The bomb squad had finished their work, the paramedics had loaded Mr. Park into an ambulance bound for the hospital, and the employees who’d stood their ground were slowly dispersing, their faces still pale but lit with the glow of victory. Liam stood beside Kayla, his hand wrapped tightly around hers, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a steady, comforting rhythm. The sun had dipped below the skyline, painting the city in shades of orange and pink, and for the first time in weeks, Kayla felt like she could breathe. The danger felt past, the lies exposed, the future finally within their grasp.“We did it,” she said, her voice soft, leaning her head against Liam’s shoulder. “We really did it.”Liam pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “We did. But it’s not over until Kang is behind bars. We won’t rest until he is.”Kayla nodded. She knew he was right. Kang Jin Chen was still out there, still dangerous, still angry. Bu

The night air bit at Kayla’s skin as she sat in the passenger seat of Liam’s car, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her nails dug into her palms. They were parked a few blocks away from her mother’s house, the lights in the windows glowing like cold eyes in the dark. Every second that passed felt like an hour, and Kayla’s mind raced with worst-case scenarios—what if Kang changed his mind? What if Jordan’s resolve cracked, but in the wrong way? What if they were too late?Liam had been quiet for the past ten minutes, his jaw set, his eyes fixed on the house in the distance. Kayla had expected him to call the police, to bring in backup that was trained, armed, and authorized. But instead, he’d pulled out his phone and scrolled through an old contact list, one he’d kept hidden for years, from the days when he’d been fighting to take down Victor and Kang’s criminal networks.“Who are you calling?” Kayla had asked, her voice trembling. “Liam, we need the police. We need real hel

The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Voss Enterprises’ executive suite, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk where Liam sat, his head in his hands. The previous night’s chaos still lingered in his bones—the taste of fear, the sound of gunfire, the weight of Jordan’s confession. Jordan and Kang Jin Chen were now behind bars, their cells a world away from the power they’d once wielded, but their legacy of destruction was far from over.A sharp ping from his computer pulled him from his thoughts. He lifted his head, his eyes fixing on the screen. The stock ticker for Bæbë Phi, the company’s flagship brand, was flashing red. And then, he saw it: the stock price had plummeted to zero.Liam’s breath caught in his throat. He refreshed the page, thinking it was a glitch, a mistake in the system. But the numbers didn’t change. 0.00. Bæbë Phi, once a billion-dollar empire, was now worthless.“What is this?” he whispered, his voice raw.Kayla, who’d been pour

The corner office of Voss Enterprises had been transformed under Kayla’s leadership. Gone were the cold, imposing decor choices that had defined Victor’s tenure; instead, soft neutral walls, potted greenery, and a large wooden table for collaborative meetings gave the space a warm yet professional feel. On the desk, a single document lay centered, its bold header reading Executive Order No. 1. Kayla’s pen hovered over the signature line, her hand steady but her heart thrumming with a mix of resolve and sadness. Firing Mrs. Penelope wasn’t a choice she’d made lightly. For years, the woman had terrorized the program department, belittling employees, cutting corners on resources, and enabling Victor’s corrupt regime at every turn. She’d been a thorn in Kayla’s side long before the chaos with Victor, Kang, and Jordan had unfolded, and her presence in the company was a constant reminder of the toxic culture Kayla was determined to erase. But Kayla also knew that Penelope was not one to go