Too Late for Love, Mr. CEO의 모든 챕터: 챕터 161 - 챕터 170

***Alexander’s POV***‎‎After stepping out of Vivienne’s hotel room, I didn’t go to sleep.‎The moment I stepped into my suite, I loosened my tie and walked straight to the desk. The room was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. Her face, her voice, the way she looked at me, it all stayed with me.‎‎I pushed it aside and opened my laptop. There was a new email, I stared at it for a second before clicking. The file loaded slowly. A full report.‎‎I leaned back slightly, one hand resting against my chin as I started reading.‎At first, nothing stood out, they were all basic records and travel history, some medical notes and financial movements.‎‎Then a name appeared.‎Isabella.‎‎My eyes narrowed and I scrolled faster. The medical document attached to Vivienne… it belonged to Isabella.‎‎My fingers paused over the trackpad.‎So that was it, Jane had given me Isabella’s report and posed it as Vivienne's report this whole time. ‎‎I scrolled down and kept reading.‎Location records showed I

***Vivienne’s POV***‎‎By the time we arrived at the villa, the night had already settled in fully, the darkness outside stretching wide and quiet, as though the world itself had slowed down. ‎‎The drive back had been long and almost completely silent, the kind of silence that was not peaceful but heavy, filled with unspoken thoughts and questions that refused to settle.‎‎Alexander had kept his focus on the road after we dropped from the air port, his expression unreadable, his posture steady, but I could feel it, something had shifted. Whatever he had discovered, whatever he had decided not to say yet, it was still there between us, pressing against the air.‎And now we were here.‎‎The gates opened, and the car rolled into the villa grounds, the familiar surroundings coming into view, but instead of comfort, I felt a strange unease settle deep in my chest. ‎‎This place had always been steady, predictable, safe in its own way, but tonight it felt different, like I was steppin

***Sebastian’s POV***‎‎The office lights at Vanguard Global Enterprise were still on long after the rest of the building had gone quiet.‎‎I stood near the wide glass window, my reflection faint against the dark city outside. The skyline stretched endlessly, but I wasn’t looking at it. My thoughts were elsewhere, moving in circles, returning again and again to the same problem.‎‎I had not gone home for two days, I had not even thought about it.‎‎There was too much to handle, too many loose ends that needed to be tied up before I could allow myself to step away.‎‎I began pacing again, my steps steady against the polished floor, my hands resting behind my back. The silence around me felt controlled, but my mind was not.‎‎Then my phone rang. The sound cutting through everything.‎‎I stopped and looked at the screen before answering.‎‎“Yes.”‎‎“Boss, it’s done.”‎The voice on the other end was calm.‎My eyes narrowed slightly.‎‎“Be clear,” I said.‎‎“The target has been

***Writer's POV***‎‎The hospital room carried a heavy stillness that seemed to press down on everyone who stepped inside it. ‎‎The white walls, the faint smell of antiseptic, and the quiet blinking of the machines made everything feel cold and distant, as though life itself had slowed within that space. ‎‎Alexander lay on the bed without movement, his strong presence now reduced to a fragile silence that no one was prepared for. The steady rhythm of the monitor was the only sound that gave them hope, a soft reminder that he was still alive, still holding on somewhere deep beyond the reach of their voices.‎‎Vivienne had not left his side since the moment he was brought in. She sat close to him, her chair pulled so near that her arm rested along the edge of the bed. Her fingers remained wrapped around his hand, holding it gently but firmly, as though she feared he might disappear if she let go even for a second. ‎‎Her eyes were tired and red, her face pale from hours of crying

***Writer's POV***‎**Two Weeks Later**‎‎The courtroom was quiet in a heavy way, the kind of silence that pressed down on everyone inside it. ‎‎No one spoke as the judge prepared to give the final decision. The air felt tense, filled with the weight of everything that had happened, everything that had been revealed. ‎‎The truth had come out piece by piece, and now there was nothing left to hide.‎‎Sebastian stood in his place, his face calm, almost empty. He did not struggle, he did not speak, and he did not look at anyone for long. It was as if he had already accepted what was coming, or perhaps he simply did not care. ‎‎His hands rested still, his posture straight, his eyes distant.‎‎Olivia stood not far from him, but she was not the same. There was fear in her eyes now, fear that she could not hide. She shifted slightly where she stood, her hands tense, her breathing uneven. ‎‎Unlike Sebastian, she looked like someone who understood the weight of what was about to happ