Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Don’s Dangerous Addiction: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Several black bulletproof SUVs had already roared to life, the white exhaust plumes dispersing quickly into the crisp morning air.The crisis at North Port had arrived without warning. The vacuum of power left behind by Victor had become a choice piece of meat for various factions to tear apart, and Adrian Maurice’s reach had already extended directly into the Kessler family's core cold-chain infrastructure.Dominic stood at the foot of the stone steps, wrapped in a long, dark wool overcoat. The bandages on his right arm were freshly wound, still faintly radiating the medicinal scent from the previous night's treatment.Drake lowered his head as he pulled open the heavy vehicle door. "Boss, two vanguard squads have already moved ahead to the location."Dominic halted his stride, shifting his weight. He didn't immediately board the vehicle; instead, he raised his deep grey eyes slightly, tracking the large French windows on the second floor of the ma

The rain finally crashed down.Avery, covered in black mud and dry grass, lay crumpled in the deep ditch beside the road, her body trembling uncontrollably. She fumbled inside her coat pocket for the Kessler internal phone, her fingers shaking so violently she could barely align them with the screen.The touchscreen was slick with mud and blood, refusing to register her fractured touch. In that agonizing suspension, her hyper-logical mind as a clinician dissolved completely, leaving only the raw, primal terror of a mother stripped of her child.Every missed beat of her heart felt like a countdown to an irreversible ruin.Beep—It rang only once.The moment the call connected, Dominic, seated at the negotiation table in the North Port cold storage, clenched his left hand. The man who had been lounging casually against his chair braced himself on the table and rose abruptly, completely ignoring Adrian across from him."Dominic, so

The torrential rain had finally desisted.Beyond the tall panes, the sky remained choked beneath dense, heavy cloud cover, casting the study into an oppressive, twilight gloom. Dominic had refused to transition to the corporate headquarters. The attending clinicians had explicitly mandated several days of absolute bed rest, but he had simply tossed the medical directive into the waste bin without a second glance.Avery sat in the adjacent leather armchair, her head slightly lowered as her gaze systematically tracked his form. His right arm was wrapped so densely in clinical linen and splints that it resembled a crude sarcophagus, suspended within a rigid black stabilization harness. Yet his profile remained entirely unbothered, his left hand smoothly managing the conglomerate's high-level operations on the terminal.Compared to Dominic's structural trauma, the injuries she had sustained the previous afternoon were merely superficial lacerations. The split dermis

Avery arrived at the sanatorium half an hour early.She needed that extra time—not just to review the records, but to steady herself before facing Julian. The corridors smelled of antiseptic and old wood, and her footsteps echoed too loudly against the polished floor.She went straight to the nurses' station to pull up Julian's nursing records and medication logs from the past week.Temperature, heart rate, blood pressure, sleep duration, nutritional intake, frequency and response of rehabilitation training—every metric was better than the week before. She ran her finger down the column of numbers, a small, involuntary smile tugging at her lips.He was getting stronger. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, but he was getting there."His night sleep is still unstable. He wakes up around two or three in the morning and has trouble falling back asleep," the nurse on duty added quietly. "His daytime energy fluctuates. Last week, he stared at the window for nearly an hour. We couldn't tell what he

A fraction of a second later, a minute crimson indicator materialized at the upper margin of Sophia’s avatar.Avery cleared the security lock on her interface instantly.Sophia: I just recalled the details. The storefront immediately adjacent to the "Semi-room" bookstore used to function as an artisanal confectionery. Their signature item was a high-density dark chocolate formulation. We initiated a visit there the exact afternoon we failed our third-year systemic physiology examination. The bitterness left our tongues entirely numb. You noted at the time that such a high alkaloid concentration could directly stimulate the sympathetic nervous system.Avery stared fixedly at the structured lines of text, her thumb dragging slowly along the glass perimeter of her device.She was an authentic compatriot. Their baseline psychological alignment remained completely intact. Within the highly specific lexicon they had developed during their university residency, “high-density dark chocolate”