บททั้งหมดของ Savage Reborn: Dumped Him to Marry the Billionaire: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Hale Corp Headquarters. The Penthouse Office.Six Months Since the Transfer.The chair was ergonomic, Italian leather, and fully adjustable.It was also incredibly uncomfortable.Altair Hale sat behind the obsidian desk that had once belonged to the Wolf of Neo-Veridia. The view from the ninety-fifth floor was breathtaking—a sprawling grid of lights, commerce, and power that his parents had conquered over thirty years.But the office felt... empty.There was no smell of Vespera’s lavender perfume. No scent of Cyprian’s sandalwood and gun oil. Just the sterile, recycled air of the HVAC system and the hum of the holographic displays."Stock value holding steady at 450 credits per share," the AI assistant droned. "Acquisition of the Lunar Port complete. Schedule clear until 14:00.""Mute," Altair commanded.Silence rushed back in.He spun a digital pen between his fingers. He was twenty-six. He was the most powerful man in the hemisphere. And he was bored.It wasn't the boredom of having

Sector 4. "The Blind Tiger" Nightclub.11:00 PM.The alleyway smelled of synth-vapor and old rain. A singular red neon sign buzzed above a heavy steel door: MEMBERS ONLY.Altair Hale stood in the shadows, adjusting his cufflink.He wasn't wearing his usual Italian suit. He was wearing a shirt of black silk, unbuttoned at the collar, and a velvet blazer that absorbed the light. He had gelled his hair back, removing the polished "CEO" part, looking sharper, darker.He tapped his ear."Comms check," he whispered."Loud and clear," Nova’s voice came through the sub-dermal earpiece.She stepped out of the black sedan.Altair stopped breathing for a second.He was used to Nova in grease-stained hoodies and combat boots. He was used to the smell of solder and cheap coffee.The woman standing in the alley was a stranger.She wore a dress of liquid silver that clung to every curve, with a slit that ran dangerously high up her thigh. Her messy bun was gone, replaced by sleek, dark waves cascadi

The Industrial Wasteland. Sector 4 Outskirts.01:00 AM.The rain had turned the dirt path into sludge.Altair Hale stumbled, his Italian leather shoes slipping in the mud. He gritted his teeth against the scream of pain in his left shoulder—likely a hairline fracture from the crash—and tightened his grip on the woman in his arms.Nova was dead weight. Her silver dress was ruined, stained with grease and blood. Her head rested against his chest, her breathing shallow and uneven."Stay with me," Altair commanded, his voice shaking. "That is an order, Nova. Do not log off."Ahead, looming in the darkness like a ghost, was a small, wooden structure.It didn't look like much. A hunting cabin, rotting and forgotten. But the coordinates were burned into Altair’s memory, a contingency plan his father had drilled into him since he was twelve. Safe House Echo.Altair reached the porch. He didn't have a key. He didn't have a keypad to hack.He shifted Nova’s weight, leaned back, and kicked the d

Hale Corp Headquarters. Level B-4 (Detention).09:30 AM.The holding cell was a glass box suspended in the center of a white room. It was soundproof, bulletproof, and designed to hold corporate spies until the Feds arrived.Nova Vance sat on the metal bench.She stared at her reflection in the glass. The butterfly bandage on her temple was starting to peel. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back.She felt stupid.Honey trap, Sterling had called it.She closed her eyes, replaying the moment in the War Room. The hesitation in Altair’s eyes. The way he had stepped back and let the guards take her."Stupid," she whispered to herself. "You fell for the suit. You forgot rule number one of Sector 4: The rich don't save the rats. They exterminate them."The heavy door to the detention block hissed open.Nova straightened up. She expected the Feds. She expected a lawyer.Instead, Marcus Sterling walked in.He looked triumphant. He had unbuttoned his jacket and was holding a tablet. He sto

Hale Corp Headquarters. The Helipad.Midnight.The wind at ninety-five stories up was cold, but it felt clean. It didn't smell like ozone or server coolant. It smelled like the ocean and exhaust—the scent of the city surviving another night.Altair Hale stood at the edge of the roof, his hands resting on the safety railing.The city of Neo-Veridia sprawled out below him like a motherboard of light. Traffic streams flowed like data packets; skyscrapers stood like capacitors. It was his machine to run.But for the first time in six months, the weight of it didn't feel like it was crushing his spine.Behind him, the heavy steel door creaked open."You know," a voice called out, "most CEOs celebrate not being fired with champagne. You're celebrating with... brooding?"Altair didn't turn around. A small smile touched his lips."I'm not brooding, Nova. I'm surveying."Nova walked up beside him. She was still wearing his charcoal suit jacket over her cargo pants. It swamped her frame, the sl