Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced on Our Wedding Night: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The night in Singapore had grown deeper, but the tension inside the penthouse suite had only intensified. Cassian stood near the window, watching the harbor below. Massive ships glided through the dark water, their lights reflecting across the bay like floating cities. Trade moved forward without hesitation. But now he understood something clearly. The war had already begun. Behind him, Avelyn sat at the large glass table, reviewing the files Vale had sent. Dozens of screens filled with financial security reports. Server logs. Network pathways. Every attempted breach was being traced. She leaned back slightly. “Varga didn’t attack randomly.” Cassian turned from the window. “No.” “She went directly for the Eastern Corridor.” Cassian walked back toward the table. “And she used European networks.” Avelyn nodded. “That means she’s still operating from within the financial system.” Cassian studied the reports quietly. Dr. Elena Varga had always preferred indirect warfar

Adrian Tan’s office remained quiet after the decision was made.The digital screen on the wall displayed HarborGate’s financial structure in sharp detail.Ownership layers.Hidden investors.Corporate shells.Avelyn studied the network carefully.“Varga didn’t fund this directly.”Tan nodded.“She never does.”Cassian leaned against the desk, arms folded.“Three shell companies.”Avelyn zoomed into the structure.“All based in Zurich.”Tan gave a small smile.“That’s her style.”Cassian’s eyes hardened.“Layered protection.”Avelyn spoke calmly.“But not impossible to break.”Tan tapped the screen again.HarborGate’s board members appeared.Five individuals.Most of them relatively unknown in global logistics.Tan pointed to one name.“Marcus Delaney.”Cassian frowned slightly.“I’ve heard that name.”Avelyn nodded slowly.“Private equity broker.”Tan added,“And very fond of fast money.”Cassian understood immediately.“A weak link.”Tan smiled.“Exactly.”Avelyn turned toward Tan.“

Silence lingered in Adrian Tan’s office after the screen went dark. Outside, the harbor moved with its usual rhythm cranes lifting containers, ships docking, trucks roaring across loading lanes. But inside the room, the air had shifted. Dr. Elena Varga had just changed the entire battlefield. Tan exhaled slowly and leaned back against the desk. “Well.” He glanced between Cassian and Avelyn. “That was unexpected.” Avelyn nodded slightly. “Yes.” Cassian remained near the window, staring at the distant cargo ships cutting through the water. “She was ready for us.” Tan frowned. “You sound impressed.” Cassian turned slightly. “I respect preparation.” Avelyn stood and walked toward the digital screen still displaying the merger documents Varga had revealed. HarborGate Logistics. Merged with Sentinel Maritime Security. A massive hybrid company. Logistics. Private shipping protection. Port enforcement capabilities. She crossed her arms. “This changes things.” Tan nodd

Three hours later, the city of Singapore was glowing under the late afternoon sun. At a private terminal far from the crowded commercial airport, a sleek black jet waited quietly on the runway. Its engines hummed softly, ready for departure. Cassian stepped out of the car first, his gaze sweeping across the airfield with the calm awareness of someone who trusted nothing to chance. Behind him, Avelyn followed, adjusting the sleeve of her coat as the warm wind brushed across the tarmac. Adrian Tan walked beside them, speaking briefly to a security officer before turning back to the others. “The flight will take six hours,” Tan said. “We’ll arrive in Dubai just before midnight.” Cassian nodded once. “Good.” Avelyn glanced toward the jet. “Private airspace?” Tan smiled faintly. “My airspace.” Cassian gave a small approving nod. They boarded quickly. Inside, the jet was spacious but understated dark leather seats, polished wood panels, and a large digital display showing the

The silence in Sheikh Omar Ashar’s palace stretched for several seconds after he finished speaking. Port Khalid. The name hung in the air like the first thunderclap before a storm. Cassian remained seated, his expression calm, but his mind was already moving through possibilities. Avelyn studied the digital map on the wall again. The glowing marker over the Red Sea port pulsed faintly. Tan leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “Well,” he said quietly, “that escalated quickly.” Ashar lifted his small cup of Arabic coffee and sipped it with deliberate calm. “You wanted proof of strength,” he said. “This is how power is proven.” Cassian nodded once. “Fair.” Ashar placed the cup down. “You must understand something.” His tone grew colder. “Port Khalid is not just another shipping terminal.” Avelyn looked at him. “It’s a gateway.” Ashar inclined his head slightly. “Yes.” He stood and walked toward the large digital display on the wall. With a quick gesture, the map zo