บททั้งหมดของ Too Late To Take Me Back Alpha : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Dominic I carried her out of the room, her head resting against my chest as I moved through the corridor with steady, controlled steps.My guards outside stiffened immediately at the sight of me.I don't blame them. I mean, it was not often they saw me carry anyone.Their eyes flickered to Scarlett in my arms, then quickly averted their gaze when I shot them a single warning glance.None of them spoke.Good.I didn’t need questions.I needed silence.The car door was already opened by the time I reached it.I lowered Scarlett gently into the back seat before sliding in beside her.The moment I settled, I adjusted her carefully so her head rested on my lap instead of the seat.Her face turned slightly toward me.So peaceful now. As if the world outside had never dared to hurt her.My fingers moved almost without thought.A strand of hair had fallen across her cheek, I brushed it back slowly.Goddess, if the men I hired to secretly watch over her had not informed me earlier, who knows

Scarlett's POVA soft groan escaped my lips before I even opened my eyes.My head felt as though someone had taken a hammer to it all night.Goddess...Why did it hurt so much?I slowly lifted a hand and pressed my fingers against my throbbing temple, squeezing my eyes shut as another wave of pain washed over me."What happened...?"The memories came back in scattered pieces.The dinner, the investors, the wine, their smiles, their hands...Then... Dominic.My eyes flew open.For a moment, I simply stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me.This wasn't my room.It certainly wasn't my mansion.I frowned and slowly pushed myself into a sitting position, wincing immediately as my head protested."Where am I?"My gaze wandered around the room.The bedroom was breathtaking.Everything was decorated in shades of white, charcoal, and deep walnut. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a magnificent private garden, allowing the gentle morning sunlight to pour into the room. The curtains were mad

Scarlett A few minutes later, I made my way toward the research laboratory.The atmosphere inside immediately energized me.Scientists moved confidently between workstations.Computers displayed complex molecular models.Large glass chambers reflected bright laboratory lights.The entire room buzzed with quiet excitement.The moment Emma noticed me, she hurried over. "Luna... We're ready."Daniel joined her moments later, carrying several reports."We completed the calibration an hour ago."Benjamin adjusted his safety glasses before smiling. "The compound remained stable throughout every preliminary analysis."Sophia could barely contain her excitement."We've all been waiting for you."I smiled at each of them. "Then let's begin."Everyone immediately took their assigned positions.The laboratory gradually fell silent.Rachel carefully transferred the completed serum into the primary testing chamber.Daniel activated the monitoring system.Benjamin calibrated the pressure controls.

ScarlettI stared at the screen for a few seconds after answering the call. The silence between us stretched just long enough to become uncomfortable before I finally broke it."What is it, Killian?"My voice was calm, almost indifferent. There was no warmth left in it, no affection, only the patience of someone who wanted the conversation to end as quickly as possible.A quiet sigh came from the other end before he spoke. "Scarlett... I've been thinking about what you said."I remained silent, waiting."I've given it a lot of thought." Another pause followed, longer this time. "I'm willing to give you five percent of the company."For a brief moment, I genuinely wondered if I had heard him correctly. Five percent. A slow smile tugged at my lips, though there wasn't the slightest trace of amusement behind it. He actually thought he was being generous. How laughable.I leaned back against the headboard and crossed one leg over the other. "Five percent?" I repeated calmly."Yes." His v

Scarlett's POVI lowered my gaze to the proposal lying in front of me and slowly opened the file. The moment I finished reading the first page, my brows knitted together almost instinctively. By the second page, I had already figured out what was wrong. By the third, I quietly closed the folder.A sigh escaped my lips. "Goddess..."I leaned back in my chair and gently pinched the bridge of my nose. The proposal wasn't just weak, it was carelessly prepared. The market analysis was outdated by almost eight months. The financial projections contradicted one another. The proposed timeline was unrealistic, and several clauses had obviously been copied from older contracts without being properly revised. Even the formatting lacked consistency — some pages used different fonts, others contained grammatical mistakes that should never have survived a professional review.I opened the proposal once more, hoping I had overlooked something. I hadn't. Instead, another mistake caught my attention,