Divorced on Our Wedding Night のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The question arrived two days later. Not through an article. Through a press conference. A European infrastructure summit in Berlin had scheduled Cassian and Avelyn to speak about the next phase of the Prague Pact. Dozens of journalists filled the hall. Cameras lined the stage. For the first half hour, everything went exactly as expected. Funding timelines. Energy corridor updates. Green bond expansion. Professional. Measured. Predictable. Then a journalist in the third row raised her hand. A German correspondent known for asking careful but pointed questions. “A question for both of you,” she said. Cassian already knew what was coming. “So much of the Prague Pact’s leadership appears centered on your partnership,” the journalist continued. “Dr. Varga’s recent article has raised a broader public discussion.” She paused just long enough for the room to become silent. “Is your relationship purely professional… or personal?” The room froze. Dozens of cameras focused on

The message arrived at dawn. Cassian was already awake. Years of leadership had trained him to sleep lightly whenever a major strategic conflict was unfolding. The Prague Pact had stabilized after Orlov’s public endorsement, but Cassian knew better than to believe the storm had passed. Across the room, the morning light slipped through the curtains of the Prague apartment. Avelyn was still asleep. For a moment Cassian simply watched her. The calm on her face contrasted sharply with the war unfolding around them. investors, councils, media, rival institutions. And yet she had faced every attack without hesitation. His phone vibrated again. Vale. Cassian answered immediately. “Talk to me.” Vale didn’t waste time. “She’s done it.” Cassian stood. “What did Varga release?” “A full investigative report.” Cassian walked toward the window as Vale continued. “It’s everywhere. International media, policy forums, economic channels. She’s calling it The Prague Risk Assessment.”

Morning arrived in Prague with an unusual tension hanging over the Pact headquarters. The news of Adrian Tan’s proposal had already begun circulating through the inner circles of international finance. Nothing official had been announced. But powerful people always knew when something significant was unfolding. Inside the executive conference room, the core leadership of the Prague Pact gathered once again. Cassian sat at the head of the table. Avelyn beside him. Vale and Vivian across from them. The screen displayed a map of the world. Bright lines connected Europe to Asia. Shipping corridors. Energy routes. Trade infrastructure. At the center of it all was the growing symbol of the Prague Pact. Vale broke the silence first. “I ran the numbers last night.” Cassian didn’t look away from the map. “And?” Vale tapped his tablet. “If we partner with Tan Global Infrastructure, the Pact’s operational influence doubles overnight.” Vivian leaned forward. “Not doubles.” V

The room fell into a heavy silence after the new face appeared on the screen. The man watched them with calm confidence, as if he had already predicted this exact moment. Adrian Tan remained standing beside the table, hands loosely clasped behind his back. Cassian leaned slightly forward, his eyes narrowing as recognition settled. “Ashar Al-Rahman.” The man on the screen smiled faintly. “So you remember me, Mr. Blackridge.” Avelyn’s gaze sharpened slightly. She had heard the name many times before. Ashar Al-Rahman was not simply an investor. He controlled a vast sovereign-backed infrastructure fund in the Middle East ports, energy corridors, aviation hubs stretching across several continents. A man like that did not appear in negotiations unless the stakes were enormous. Tan calmly returned to his seat. “I thought transparency would be best.” Vale would have called it something else. A pressure test. Cassian’s voice remained calm. “You invited us to compete.” Tan smi

The tension at the dinner table had thickened into something almost tangible.Outside the glass walls, the lights of Singapore’s harbor flickered across the dark water like scattered stars. Massive cargo ships drifted silently through the port, carrying goods between continents.Inside the private dining hall, however, the real movement of the world was taking place.Power was shifting.And everyone at the table knew it.Adrian Tan’s proposal still hung in the air.A third seat in the leadership of the Prague Pact.Cassian sat perfectly still, his gaze fixed on Tan.Across from him, Ashar Al-Rahman leaned back comfortably, observing the situation with the calm interest of a man watching a chess match unfold.Avelyn’s posture remained composed, but her mind was moving quickly.Because Tan’s move had been brilliant.It forced them into a corner.If they refused, Tan could align with Ashar and create a rival empire stretching across Asia and the Middle East.If they accepted, the Prague