Semua Bab Contract Over: You're Free to Go: Bab 321 - Bab 327

Sunlight poured through the glass dome, casting overlapping patterns of light and shadow that practically vibrated with life.Silas sat in the center of the frame.Today, he wore a soft linen shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, exposing the faint new scars on his wrists where bandages had been removed.When the interviewer asked questions, he didn't recite a polished PR script. Instead, he sat upright, a clear look in his eyes, and calmly addressed the design philosophy behind Urban Memories and the ordeal of the past few months. His voice was peaceful, yet infused with an undeniable strength.Near the end of the video, the camera caught Avery briefly in the background. Though it was just a blurred silhouette, she was seen standing in front of a blueprint, giving instructions to a worker.The tacit understanding between Silas and Avery fighting side by side practically overflowed the screen.The ward fell silent, with only Silas' deep, steady voice coming from the tablet.

The day Teresa formally announced her resignation as CEO of TRS Group, it hit Bellmere's business circle like a bombshell, sending shockwaves across the industry.Before this, TRS Group held an absolute monopoly over Bellmere's high-end cultural tourism and real estate industry.After Teresa suddenly announced she was stepping behind the scenes and handing day-to-day control to a team of professional managers still struggling to find their footing, the entire corporate ecosystem transformed overnight.…Urban Memories seemed to have unlocked its ultimate potential ever since its high-profile reopening.An influencer visiting the gallery photographed the memorial corner Silas had saved for Walter's late wife. Paired with Walter's authentic, touching story, the post went viral across every major social media platform overnight.Nostalgia, a triumphant comeback, stunning light and architecture, and raw grit in standing firm against corporate greed were eye-catching labels all stacke

Three years later, September in the Darbury Mountains was sweltering. Heat seemed to seep through the cracks in the paving stones, carrying a lingering aroma of street food and the city's lively bustle.Along the banks of Riverdale, an armaments factory abandoned for 30 years was built into the mountainside. Wild creepers clung aggressively to the rough entrances of the air-raid shelter and mottled red-brick walls.This was Siland Esthetics Group's second masterpiece following Bellmere's Urban Memories collection—the Sil Vault Air-Raid Shelter Industrial Heritage Park.There were no heavy-handed demolitions, rebuilds, or cookie-cutter glass curtain walls. Silas preserved the factory exactly as it was, based on ruin aesthetics.Rusty machinery became natural display pieces, while broken sections of the dome were fitted with glass panels that let light through.Sunlight cut through the dark air-raid shelters like sharp swords, casting stark patterns of light and shadow across the mo

Silas released his arm from around Avery's waist and pulled a slightly aged, weathered leatherette envelope from his pants pocket like a magician performing a trick.Avery was stunned. "What's this? A stock transfer agreement for Siland Esthetics Group? Don't tell me you're stepping back and retiring like Teresa did because I'm not approving that!""Open it and take a look."She suspiciously unsealed the envelope, only to see that there weren't any thick legal documents. There were only two items inside.One was a yellowed photograph cut from an old newspaper, showing Bellmere's old shipyard in its original, dilapidated state before the tragic fire ruined it.The other was a hand-drawn architectural sketch. The lines were clean and precise, showing a charming two-story glass-brick building with a striking geometric design.It wasn't in some bustling commercial district. Instead, it was nestled along the edge of a lush mangrove forest.Silas had written a line of elegant calligra