Too Late for Regrets: The Betrayer Wants Me Back의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

The sun had already climbed high, yet the chilling atmosphere inside Kyle Stevens' study only grew heavier. After receiving the devastating news that the Consortium had unilaterally canceled the deal, Kyle immediately locked himself inside. He ignored everything—even Calysta's fear in her room. His mind was now completely focused on one name that had saved his business empire five years ago: Alpha Crimson.With trembling fingers caused by overwhelming panic, Kyle opened the hidden safe behind the painting on the wall of his study. He reached into the deepest compartment and pulled out an old satellite phone secured with a special encryption code. It was the only communication device he had ever used to contact the mysterious investor in the past.Kyle turned on the device. After waiting for the system to finish loading, he immediately searched for the only contact stored inside. The contact had no name, only a symbol of an ancient Greek letter displayed in red.Without wasting another

The night before the international business banquet arrived, the city shimmered beneath the glow of its streetlights. After completing a series of demanding schedules at Branson Group headquarters, Erlan invited Ravelle to take a short break from their routine. He brought her to an exclusive café tucked away in a hidden corner of the city—a place with warm lighting, soft jazz music, and exceptional privacy.Ravelle sat on a velvet chair by the window, sipping her warm chamomile tea while enjoying the rare tranquility she seldom had the chance to experience. Across from her, Erlan looked at her with eyes that were always gentle yet full of attentiveness."Is there a particular reason you brought me here so late tonight, El?" Ravelle asked as she slowly set her teacup down.Erlan smiled faintly. He slipped his hand into the pocket of his casual blazer and took out an elegant black velvet box. He gently slid the box across the table until it rested directly in front of Ravelle."Just ope

The grand double doors plated in gold leading to the grand ballroom swung open, allowing a cool breeze scented with roses and expensive wine to sweep through the lobby. As the master of ceremonies announced the names of the next distinguished guests, everyone's attention, which had previously been scattered throughout the room, was instantly drawn to a single point. Ravelle stepped inside with captivating composure. Her left arm rested gracefully on Erlan's strong arm. The deep maroon silk gown she wore swayed gently with every confident step she took. Beneath the dazzling glow of the massive crystal chandelier, the unique diamond necklace around her neck radiated a breathtaking brilliance, further emphasizing the aura of authority that seemed to emanate from within her. In an instant, whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire consuming dry straw. Curious murmurs echoed one after another behind raised champagne glasses. "Isn't that Mrs. Ravelle? Kyle Stevens' wife?" "Wa

"What do you mean, Ravelle?!" Kyle shouted, his voice rising an octave as panic tightened its grip on his chest. He tried to step forward, but the sharp glare from Grandpa Broson and Erlan's protective stance prevented him from moving."You're my wife! I'm your husband... we've been together for the past ten years. This entire city knows about our marriage, Ravelle! Don't make such a ridiculous joke in a place like this!" Kyle demanded, desperately seeking validation from the invited guests, who had already begun whispering among themselves.Hearing Kyle's string of self-defense, not a single one of them was convinced. Ravelle, Erlan, and Grandpa Broson instead exchanged faint smiles—cold smiles filled with triumph, as though they were watching a terrible comedy unfold before their eyes.Amid the suffocating silence, the steady sound of footsteps echoed from the side entrance of the stage. Fito, Ravelle's new personal assistant, walked forward in a neatly tailored black suit. In both

The tension echoing across the main stage had yet to subside. The emotional blow Ravelle had delivered had just shattered Kyle's composure, yet the man still refused to give up. Breathing heavily, his face soaked with tears of regret, Kyle crawled toward Ravelle once again. His eyes were filled with profound desperation as he looked at her."Vel... I'm begging you, don't accept his proposal," Kyle pleaded, his hoarse voice trembling in front of the hundreds of pairs of eyes watching them. "I know I was wrong. I know I'm a bastard who lied to you. But for God's sake, Ravelle... I love you so much! You're the only woman in my heart!"Ravelle stood motionless, looking at the man who had reigned over her heart for the past ten years. Instead of feeling touched or sympathetic, a crisp laugh escaped her red lips. The laughter sounded incredibly hollow and cold as it echoed throughout the stage, washing away the last remnants of Kyle's dignity."Love?" Ravelle scoffed, tilting her head sligh