Lahat ng Kabanata ng Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Once inside the restaurant, Logan guided Mirena straight toward the VIP section tucked slightly away from the main floor.The atmosphere there was calmer, more refined—plush seating, polished wood, and an air of quiet authority that came from people who were used to letting their cards and money do the talking rather than their actual voices.A woman sat at one of the VIP table, dressed in an elegant cream dress that hugged her figure tastefully, her posture relaxed yet poised. She spoke calmly in a hushed tone with the waiter beside her, her expression serene, every movement deliberate.There was something timeless about her—an aura of composure and confidence that didn’t need to announce itself.“Mom,” Logan called we they got closer to the table.The woman paused and looked up.The next second, her face lit up, a warm, youthful smile blooming so effortlessly it softened her entire presence.“Logan,” she greeted fondly.She turned back to the waiter, nodding once. “That will be all

Mirena felt her heart pound wildly in her chest.So wildly, in fact, that she was certain Alexander could feel it through the thin barrier of dress between them—through his hands still braced at her waist, through the closeness he imposed so effortlessly, like breathing the same oxygen was his right.She hated that.She hated that her body betrayed her before her mind could fully catch up.Schooling her expression, Mirena lifted her chin and met his gaze steadily, refusing to let him see the chaos flickering beneath her composure.“Stop talking nonsense,” she said coolly. “Logan is just a good friend.”Alexander’s brows lifted slightly, as though tasting the words.“A good friend,” he repeated slowly, mulling them over.Then, without warning, his grip tightened and he pulled her closer by the waist, eliminating what little space she’d managed to reclaim.His breath fanned warmly against her face as he spoke again, voice low, intimate, dangerous.“Then he must be a very special good fr

Silence settled over the room like a heavy curtain being pulled shut. For a single moment, no one moved.The men who had been lounging moments ago now stared at Mirena with wide, disbelieving eyes.Even the background noise of clinking glasses and low music from the restaurant beyond the door seemed to vanish, as though the space itself had decided to hold its breath.The man standing in front of her was the first to react.“You—” he started, his face flushing an angry red. “How dare—”Mirena took another step forward.Not fast or reckless, but a measured and certain step filled with confidence.“If you think I’m bluffing,” she said calmly, her voice carrying clearly through the room, “then try me.”The shift was subtle, but unmistakable.The bravado drained from his expression. His chest still puffed out, his jaw still set, but doubt flickered in his eyes like a crack in glass.Mirena didn’t wait for him to speak again. She turned back to the girl and extended her hand once more, her

If there was one way Mirena wanted her night to end, it definitely wouldn't have been on Alexander's back, getting weird stares as they walked out of the restaurant.“Alexander, I swear—” she began, but upon remembering his words, instantly clammed her mouth shut, gritting her teeth.Fucking bastard, just he wait, she's going to get even with him one of these days.After what felt like an eternity and several stares and blows to Mirena's pride, Alexander finally reached his car.He knocked twice on the tinted glass and the driver's door opened immediately.While he set Mirena down on her feet at last, Jeremy stepped out from the driver’s side in a hurry.The moment his gaze landed on Mirena, his eyes widened in shock and bowed.“Ms. Mirena.” He greeted but she barely registered it.Her world tilted the moment her feet touched the ground.After the hit to her head, the adrenaline, and hanging off Alexander’s shoulder longer than her dignity would have liked, dizziness crept up on her s

The moment Mirena announced the position, the air in the office shifted.Julian arched a brow, genuine interest flickering in his sharp gaze. He didn’t mask it, didn’t bother hiding the faint spark of surprise that crossed his face before it was replaced by something more calculating.“Chief Financial Officer,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words. “A bold choice.”Mirena leaned back slightly in her chair, posture relaxed and expression unreadable.“But don’t you think,” Julian continued, fingers steepled together, “that you’re being a little too bold?”“If I thought so,” Mirena replied smoothly, meeting his gaze without blinking, “I wouldn’t be asking, would I?”For a solid second, Julian stared at her.It wasn’t the look of a man offended by audacity. It was the look of a man reassessing a board piece he thought he already understood—only to realize it could move in far more dangerous ways than he’d anticipated.Then, slowly, he nodded.“Alright,” he said at last. “The position can