Semua Bab The True Heiress, His Worst Nightmare: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The atmosphere in the executive lounge had shifted completely, turning thick and suffocating as tension settled into every corner of the room. Tessa stood her ground despite the hostility surrounding her, her gaze steady and unwavering even as the bodyguard loomed over her with an intimidating presence.“Do you know about the Dean family?” the bodyguard continued, his tone dripping with mockery as he folded his arms across his broad chest. “The richest man is Mr. Pedro’s uncle. How dare you offend Mr. Pedro?”Tessa did not flinch. Instead, she took a step forward, closing the distance slightly, her chin lifting with quiet defiance. “So what?” she replied, her voice calm but firm. The bodyguard’s expression hardened immediately. “Do you have a death wish, huh?” he snapped before shoving her backward with force.Tessa staggered a few steps, her balance thrown off for a moment, but she quickly steadied herself, her hand brushing against the edge of the table to support her weight. Her

The moment Tessa lifted the small tablet container and held it up in front of Zoe, the entire atmosphere in the lounge shifted in a way that could not be ignored. The earlier arrogance on Zoe’s face flickered, replaced by something far less controlled. Confusion came first, then realization, and finally a slow, creeping panic that tightened her features. Even Pedro, who had maintained a composed front from the beginning, narrowed his eyes slightly as he tried to piece together what exactly had just happened.Tessa stood there calmly, her fingers still loosely holding the container, her expression steady as if she had anticipated this exact moment long before stepping into the lounge.The truth, however, had begun much earlier.Before they had even left the company building to meet the so-called Mr. Taco, Zoe had been alone in the restroom at Ecofel. The faint sound of running water had been the only background noise as she stood in front of the mirror, her lips curled into a satisf

The conference room carried a quiet tension that had nothing to do with work and everything to do with expectation. Lauren had already arrived ahead of time, seated at the head of the long polished table, her posture straight and composed, her fingers lightly resting against a stack of documents that she had not bothered to read. Around her, members of her team sat in their respective positions, some whispering faintly among themselves, others pretending to focus on their devices while their eyes occasionally darted toward the door.Everyone seemed to be waiting for something, though no one said it aloud.Then the door opened.Tessa stepped in, her presence immediately shifting the atmosphere in a subtle but undeniable way. She held a cup of coffee in one hand, her expression calm, almost indifferent, as though she had walked into an ordinary meeting rather than a room charged with quiet hostility. Without rushing or acknowledging the curious glances directed at her, she walked to

“Tessa, you must’ve sucked up to Mr. Pedro if he spared you and beat up Zoe.”Curtis’ voice carried across the open space with that same biting sarcasm he had always used on her, but this time there was something else mixed into it; something darker, more unsettled. He stood a few steps away, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning her from head to toe as if trying to make sense of a version of her he no longer understood.Tessa didn’t respond immediately. Instead, a faint smile curved her lips, slow and deliberate, as though his words amused her rather than hurt her. Without breaking eye contact with him, she shifted slightly closer to Jason and, in one smooth motion, slipped her hand into his, wrapping her fingers around his arm as though it was the most natural thing in the world.The gesture was subtle, but its impact was anything but.Jason stiffened just slightly, clearly taken aback by the sudden closeness. For a brief second, his brows knit together in surprise, but he didn’t

The atmosphere in the private lounge was calm, refined, and carried the subtle elegance of a place meant for important conversations. Soft lighting reflected off the polished surfaces, while the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, creating a setting that was both relaxed and professional.Tessa sat comfortably on a plush couch, her posture composed and confident. One leg was crossed over the other, and she held a cup of coffee lightly in her hand. Her expression carried a professional smile: controlled, polite, and measured, revealing nothing beyond what she chose to show.Opposite her, yet seated close enough to maintain a conversational intimacy, sat Mr. Wesley.He leaned slightly forward, his attention completely absorbed in the stack of design sketches laid out before him. One by one, he flipped through the pages, his brows occasionally lifting in appreciation, his fingers pausing over certain designs as though committing them to memory.A cup of coffee sa