Semua Bab CEO's Regret After I Divorced: Bab 351 - Bab 359

Author's POVThe tension in the Blackwood Corporation headquarters was palpable as Ryan sat on the leather sofa, massaging his temples in frustration."Mr. Blackwood, we've gathered information about Serena Lancaster as requested. She definitely came from Thailand, but we can only trace back about three years. There isn't much before that," his assistant reported."During these three years, Mrs. Lancaster established her own design studio and team, becoming—""Enough," Ryan cut him off impatiently. "I don't care about these irrelevant details." His ice-blue eyes narrowed as he asked the question that had been haunting him. "When did Serena Lancaster and Cedric Lancaster get married?"His assistant shook his head. "There's no record of a wedding ceremony. As for a marriage license, we haven't been able to confirm either way yet."Ryan's expression darkened as he dismissed his assistant with a wave of his hand. Once alone, he leaned back, consumed by his thoughts.He trusted his eyes—the

Author's POVThat afternoon, Sally arrived with the day's schedule in hand. Among the various appointments and deadlines, the most important item was, without a doubt, the upcoming Fashion Week.This Fashion Week was everything for Elegant Realm—Serena's first major domestic showcase, her big chance to make a splash in the local industry."Can you still make the meeting with Mr. Alvin tonight?" Sally asked, watching Serena carefully.Mr. Alvin was the event coordinator for the Fashion Week. They'd scheduled this evening to discuss Elegant Realm's concept and designs for the showcase. It was absolutely critical."Don't worry," Serena nodded, straightening her posture. "I can handle it."Sally bit her lip, clearly unconvinced. But no matter how much Sally wanted to step in, it wouldn't work."Alright then. Call me if anything happens," she conceded. "Rest for a while now. I'll go make sure the planning department revises that proposal and gets it to you ASAP.""Thanks," Serena managed.W

Author's POVThe Breaking PointThe design studio reeked of desperation and cold coffee. Vivi surveyed her team—hollow-eyed zombies hunched over laptops, their creativity bleeding out with each rejected draft. Empty energy drink cans formed a small mountain by the printer, a monument to their collective exhaustion."That's it!" Vivi slammed her palm against the table, making everyone jump. "We're done bleeding over this tonight. Pack it up, people. Go home before you start hallucinating unicorns in the color swatches."A collective groan rippled through the room—relief mixed with bone-deep fatigue. They'd finally cracked it. After seventy-two hours of creative warfare, they had something that didn't make their eyes bleed. Victory never tasted so much like stale donuts and regret.God, we actually pulled it off, Vivi thought, rubbing her temples. The prototype wasn't perfect, but it had that spark—that indefinable quality that made people stop scrolling and start staring. She could alre

Serena's POVJust smiling my way through this circus, that was my whole plan. Just keep the mask in place, keep the panic on a short leash.I watched Mr. Alvin come gliding over, wearing that host-smile made for business cards.“Mrs. Lancaster, Mr. Lancaster! Wonderful to see you here tonight.”“Mr. Alvin, truly, you outdid yourself. The atmosphere's... incredible.” The lie felt cold on my tongue. Meanwhile my mind was running a mental obstacle course, mapping exits and counting possible detours if I needed out, fast.He leaned closer, voice full of importance. “You're far too kind. But honestly, tonight belongs to our investors. I cannot thank Mr. Lancaster and Mr. Blackwood enough for their support.”Mr. Blackwood. Just hearing his name was enough to hit me like a punch to the solar plexus. The smile on my lips started feeling fragile, brittle—like if I breathed wrong, it'd crack.God, please—let him be late tonight. Give me five more minutes to build some armor.So when my eyes swep

Serena's POVHow the hell did I end up on this stage?The crowd's energy is infectious in the worst possible way—champagne-fueled enthusiasm mixed with that particular brand of London society bloodlust that comes out when they sense drama. I can feel hands literally pushing me forward, voices shouting encouragement that sounds more like demands.Great. Just what I needed tonight.I grip the microphone like a lifeline, my palms already slick with sweat. The spotlight is blinding, but somehow my eyes find him immediately. Ryan. He's standing near the back, that unsettling intensity radiating from him like heat waves. His stare has been burning into me all evening—relentless, uncomfortable, like he's trying to figure out some puzzle I don't even know I'm part of.Why does he keep looking at me like that? It's making my skin crawl.My pulse hammers against my throat, but I force myself to speak. Standard hostess nonsense—thanking everyone for their support, expressing gratitude for the inc