Semua Bab Mr. CEO, Your Abandoned Wife Has Powerful Brothers: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I returned to my work desk with quick steps.Three hours.Only three hours to fix the design I had worked on for three days.My hand trembled as I opened the laptop and looked at the last design file.Breath caught. But I didn't have time to panic.I took a long breath then started working.Kevin's words echoed clearly in my mind.'Every element must have a purpose. Must have a natural flow. And there must be one focal point that catches the eye first when someone enters.'Focal point. Visual hierarchy. Rooms must speak to each other.I closed my eyes briefly, imagining the city view from the building rooftop earlier. Buildings arranged with natural flow. Eyes immediately drawn to one dominant point in the center.That's how this design should work.I opened my eyes and started redrawing.This time, I didn't start from technical details.I started from the big picture.Overall concept. Space flow. Focal point in each area.My hand moved quickly over the drawing tablet.Living room—foc

I whispered softly. My feet froze at the doorway.The man hadn't turned around yet.But I already knew. My body knew even before my eyes could confirm it. That posture. Those perfectly straight shoulders. The way he sat—upright, not leaning back, as if always ready to face anything.Arvan Hargrove."Ms. Valeria."Ms. Brennan's voice brought me back. She had already stepped inside and stood beside the table with a professionally flat face. Her gaze briefly toward me—a signal to move immediately.I forced my feet to step in.The private room was elegant and warm. A large round table in the center. Golden yellow pendant lights. Fresh flowers in the corner of the room.And there, a middle-aged woman with neatly arranged gray hair stood from her chair while smiling warmly."Olivia!" she greeted in a familiar tone, looking at Ms. Brennan."Eleanor." Ms. Brennan nodded politely—warmer than I had ever seen from her.Mrs. Whitmore or Eleanor Whitmore turned to me. Her gaze full of curiosity. "

"Get in!"The car window came down slowly.Arvan's face appeared behind the glass. Cold. Flat. A gaze I knew far too well.I gripped my phone tighter."No," I answered firmly while stepping to the side, trying to get around his car."Reyna." Arvan's voice dropped lower. "Get in, before this becomes a problem."I hardened my jaw. "There won't be a problem if you stop blocking my way home.""Home?" Arvan scoffed. His gaze turned sharp. "You're not even embarrassed to call that man's house your own."I frowned. Not understanding."Get in or everyone will know about our relationship. I'm sure you won't be happy if that happens."I turned and looked at Arvan. His gaze didn't waver. He knew exactly what weapon to use.I wanted not to care. Wanted to say go ahead, tell whoever you want. But I knew this man too well. Four years was enough to teach me one thing—Arvan would not give up until he got what he wanted. He would certainly make a scene that would turn me into gossip material for weeks

I shook my head hard.Impossible.That thought was too wild, too far from the reality I knew. Even though right now I was living in a luxurious villa and Aldric's car also looked expensive—he himself had said it—this villa wasn't his. That luxury car wasn't his either. All of it belonged to his boss, and he only borrowed it because his job sometimes required him to pick up or deliver things.And Damian.The expensive motorbike last night—belonging to a film crew member, he said. The sports car he had used before—also borrowed. Damian was a stuntman. His work was irregular, dependent on projects, dependent on an unpredictable filming schedule.My heart quietly constricted.They didn't even own their own vehicles.Cassius, my second eldest brother who was a doctor—I had never met him since living in this villa. Damian said he always worked overtime, always being called to the hospital at odd hours. A doctor with a schedule like that, with responsibilities that large—his salary must have

I stared at my phone screen. Aldric's reply still hadn't come. Aldric usually responded to my messages quickly. Even on his busiest days, he always managed to send at least one word — okay, or I'll call you later, sis. But this time, nothing. My phone screen still showed a single checkmark. Message unread. I glanced at my phone one last time before the meeting started, then shoved it into my bag. No notifications. No blue checkmarks. Just two gray ticks sitting there like a question left hanging. --- The conference room was half full when I arrived. A few people glanced at me as I walked in — looks I had grown far too familiar with. Not friendly. Not welcoming. Just cold observation, as though sizing up whether I deserved a seat in that room. I sat at the far end of the table, near the door. A spot that wouldn't force anyone to sit close to me. Ms. Brennan walked in exactly as the clock hand struck nine. Not a second early, not a second late. She set her bag on the chair at th