Contract Over: You're Free to Go のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 281 - チャプター 290

The mention of Luna stirred a wave of warmth in Silas' heart."But what about this agreement? Even if you're leaving, the stocks are still yours. There's no need to hand over all your voting rights," Silas said."Why not?"Miranda tapped on the desk twice."Greed and inference are the nature of capital, Silas. While I'm still here at Valence Capital, I can suppress the people underneath me from bossing you around. But after I leave, whoever takes over will surely scrape through your ledgers for profit."They'll force you to cram a few more coffee tables into the atrium, push you to take on shady, low-tier pop-up exhibitions, and turn Urban Memories into a soulless money-making machine."When Miranda looked at Silas, her gaze was clear and honest."This agreement is the last line of defense I'm leaving you," she said, pushing the document forward right by Silas' hand."With this, you have absolute control over Sil Design. No one can force you to revise your designs or chase chea

It seemed as though Bellmere's sunshine was strictly for the upper class.It shone through the glass wall of the airport's VIP concourse with unreserved, brilliant intensity, yet it refused to reach the maze of dark basement slums in West District's working-class neighborhood.Carlton was holed up in one of the windowless basements."When the hell is this suffering going to end, Mr. Unger?"At the other end of the basement, two shirtless, full-tattooed thugs were crouched on the floor playing cars. Their scar-faced leader, Jamison Warren, was the desperate mercenary Carlton had hired with cash on the black market not long ago.Jamison slapped his cards onto the floor and impatiently spat. "Things are getting tight out there. Squad cars from the Financial Crimes Investigation Unit have been roaming the streets for days."If I'm still not getting the final payment you promised, we're not sitting around rotting in this hole with you. Even dogs would turn their noses up at such a suf

The rain over Bellmere that night fell so violently it felt as though a huge hole had torn through the skies.At 10:00 pm, Urban Memories hung its wooden "Closed" sign right on time.Silas packed away his drawing tablet and glanced over at Avery. She was still seated behind the wet bar counter, tapping away on a calculator under a small desk lamp."Aren't you leaving yet?" he asked, draping his suit jacket over his forearm. "The rain isn't letting up anytime soon. The highway will be jammed up like a parking lot if you leave any later."Avery didn't even raise her head. Her fingers flew across the keys in a blur."You leave first. I have to reconcile the daily sales split for a few pop-up brands overnight. Finance needs the monthly financial statements first thing in the morning, and I really don't want those pencil-pushers breathing down my neck."Silas knew that no one could change her mind once her workaholic mode kicked in."Alright. I'm heading out then. Things have been ch

The overhead fluorescent lights in the reception hall of the Bellmere Police Department's West District Precinct cast a harsh, colorless glow over the blue-and-white walls.Silas sat on a metal chair bolted to the floor, looking like a statue soaked through by rain. Water kept dripping from his black jacket and pooled into a small muddy puddle beneath his feet.But he seemed completely oblivious. His back was rigid, and his eyes were fixed on the police computer on the desk opposite him.On screen, the technical officer had replayed the segment of security footage retrieved from the Meliere Art District frame by frame over a dozen times.Every time Silas saw Avery with that white towel pressed over her nose and mouth, dragged into the black van like a limp sack, his jaw muscles snapped taut. He fought with every fiber of his being, suppressing the urge to flip the metal desk in front of him."The suspect vehicle is a van using fake license plates from a scrapped Ford Festiva. It d

Carlton announced, "I'm settling this debt with Teresa myself!"You only have one choice right now, Silas—either sit back and watch the woman who's willing to sell her home just to support you die, or send the ex-wife you once loved with all your heart straight into my hell."With that, the call abruptly ended with a beep, and the mechanical dial tone echoed through the hall.The technical officer slammed his fist onto the keyboard, frustration written all over his face."Damn it! This cunning fox is way too good at covering his tracks! The signal bounced through servers in six different countries before we traced the final approximate location to a shady internet cafe in Southern Meridia. There's no way to pinpoint his actual location right now!"Thomas' expression turned grim.Looking at Silas sitting across from him, he refrained from pushing or rushing for an answer.On one hand was Avery, the colleague who had struggled alongside Silas through every low point, even risking