Todos los capítulos de May We Never Meet Again: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Marcel sat across from Nathan in his office, his face calm but his words sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence hanging in the room. Earlier, he had been pacing restlessly beside the glass walls, his polished shoes scraping lightly against the tiled floor, but now he leaned against the edge of the desk with his arms folded firmly across his chest.His eyes stayed fixed on Nathan.“Boss,” he said quietly, “the stakeholders were right. You know they don’t talk that way unless it’s serious. The media has been on our neck since the whole uproar about Jennifer’s pregnancy. Headlines everywhere. It’s not just you, it’s dragging the company down.”Nathan pressed his lips together tightly, biting hard enough to feel pain sting through them.Slowly, Nathan turned his swivel chair away from Marcel. For a moment, only his back was visible while his reflection appeared faintly against the tinted glass walls.His voice came out strained.“So what do you suggest I do now then?”Marcel hesi

Dinner had been laid neatly on the long mahogany table, the glow of the chandelier giving the dining room a golden warmth. The crystal bowls sparkled under the lights while the polished silverware reflected faint shadows across the expensive wooden surface. Plates of carefully prepared meals rested untouched in some corners of the table, steam rising gently into the quiet air.But the atmosphere was nothing close to warm.Only Nathan and his aunt sat there, plates before them, spoons clinking softly against porcelain. One chair, the one that belonged to Jennifer now, stood empty.Earlier, a maid had gone upstairs to call her down. When she returned, she looked troubled. Rosemary noticed immediately. The older woman’s sharp eyes missed nothing inside her mansion.“Where is Jennifer?” Rosemary asked, her brows already tightening.The maid swallowed hard before answering. “Ma… I went to inform her that dinner is ready. But Ms. Drake sent me away. She said…” The girl hesitated, her eye

By evening, Nathan was seated in his office, his back straight against the leather chair, his gaze fixed on the polished desk. The fading sunlight from the tall glass windows cast long shadows across the office, making the atmosphere feel unusually heavy. Across from him sat Marcel, leaning carelessly in his chair, his hand tapping the armrest, his eyes darting at Nathan with unease.Beside Marcel sat a poised woman in her mid-thirties, neatly dressed, her smile calm but professional, Ms. Adams, a highly recommended event planner.The office remained quiet for several seconds before Marcel finally broke the silence.Marcel cleared his throat. “Are you sure about this, Boss?” His voice carried the weight of hesitation, his eyes narrowing slightly.Everything about the scene felt off to him. It wasn’t the wedding itself that made him uncomfortable; it was the speed, the rush, the sense that Nathan was running toward something without looking where his feet landed.Nathan’s face turned

The lights in the studio shone bright, casting a glow around Charlotte Dean as she sat on the wide couch, poise and elegance radiating from her.The world was watching, millions of eyes across continents and the interviewer leaned forward with a smile that carried both admiration and curiosity.“Mrs. Charlotte Dean,” she began, “the world is astonished. At such a young age, you’ve built Golden Aura into one of the fastest-rising fashion and cosmetics industries, standing shoulder to shoulder with brands that have been around for decades. How did you achieve this? How were you able to push this dream into reality?”Charlotte’s lips curved into a small, calm smile. She folded her hands gently on her lap, her voice steady and warm.“It wasn’t easy,” she began. “Building Golden Aura required more than ambition. It demanded discipline, sleepless nights, courage to face rejection, and the strength to keep going when the odds felt impossible. I was underestimated, not just because of my age,

Charlotte swirled the golden liquid in her wine glass, her eyes staring into nothingness. The bitter-sweet taste lingered on her lips, but her thoughts were far from the glass she held.The luxurious penthouse around her was quiet, almost too quiet. Soft jazz played faintly from the speakers mounted in the corners of the sitting room, while the city lights beyond the wide glass windows glittered like restless stars against the night sky. Yet none of it soothed her troubled mind.The scene from earlier replayed in her mind; the way Nathan had appeared out of nowhere, desperation written all over his face.She hated that man, hated that he still had the power to stir emotions she thought she had buried long ago. Even after all these years, after all the pain, betrayal, heartbreak, and suffering, one look at him had unsettled her carefully rebuilt world. It irritated her deeply.But then came the memory of Caleb. The way his bodyguards had formed a shield around her, refusing Nathan ev