Todos los capítulos de Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Capítulo 391 - Capítulo 400

Barnabas POV"The New York funding pool did not just stall, Alpha, it froze flat," Callum said.I slammed my palm down on the heavy mahogany desk. The glass inkwell jumped, rattling against the wood before sliding toward the edge. "Explain the freeze, Callum. I gave you explicit orders to secure the signature line before the morning bell."Callum took a step back, his shoulders tense. He held his mobile device with both hands. "Salome produced an original charter from the elder archive. She walked into the boardroom and proved the primordial registry covers our main tech development block."My jaw tightened until the bone clicked. "That is impossible. That land has been under the Richardson corporate ledger for twenty years.""She proved the boundary coordinates match her maiden lineage," Callum muttered, looking down at his screen. "The investors pulled out the moment they saw the ancient gold seal. They refuse to clear our expansion loans without her active consent."I stood up, the

Jeremiah POV"The servers are already running hot, Alpha," Benedict said.He stepped inside the secure tech room at the New York branch. The heavy steel door clicked shut behind his shoulder, cutting off the rhythmic rattle of the ventilation shaft.I did not look up from the monitoring panel. The primary display grid showed the highway toll data points lighting up in small red sparks. "Did the traffic cameras pick up the licence plate?"Benedict tapped his handheld device, throwing a fresh tracking column onto the wall monitor. "Barnabas crossed the state line forty minutes ago. He did not slow down at the commercial bypass. His vehicle is headed straight for the lower parking levels of the tower."Sovereign turned a slow, angry circle in the back of my mind. My inner wolf bared his teeth, his presence pressing hard against my ribs until the collar of my shirt felt tight. He thinks he can hunt inside our borders, Sovereign snarled, his voice a rough vibration behind my ears. We need t

Barnabas’s POV "Get inside the car before the local patrol counts the minutes we have been idling by this kerb," Portia shouted. I did not move from the shadow of the structural awning. The cold rain came down in hard, straight sheets, splashing off the black tarmac and soaking through the fabric of my leather shoes. I tried to strike my silver lighter, but my thumb kept slipping against the damp metal wheel. The small flame died instantly. I tossed the useless piece of metal onto the wet concrete path and stared through the tinted passenger window of the sedan. Portia leaned across the front seat, her hand slamming against the passenger door lock to pop the plastic tab. Her face looked completely distorted behind the glass, her eyes wide with a frantic, pulsing energy that made my stomach turn. "I am not going back to the drawing room, Portia," I said, stepping closer to the car frame. "The drawing room is empty anyway," she hissed, her voice rising over the steady drum of the do

Jeremiah’s POV "The elevator shafts are completely dead, Alpha," Benedict said. He sprinted past me on the wet concrete layout. His leather soles made a sharp slapping sound against the floorboards as he took the stairs three at a time. I did not stop to check his position. My hand gripped the heavy iron rail of the staircase, my weight shifting instantly as I pushed upward into the narrow corridor. The damp air from the open parking bays below carried the scent of rain and old motor oil. Sovereign was fully awake inside my head, his silent roar vibrating behind my teeth until the skin across my forehead felt tight. The beast wanted blood. He wanted to snap the bones of the man who had dared to cross our boundary lines. "Keep your teeth behind your lips, Sovereign," I growled back in my thoughts. We reached the third-floor landing in less than twenty seconds. The fluorescent bulbs along the wall flickered twice, buzzing like angry flies against the concrete ceiling. Barnabas sto

Jeremiah’s POV "The medical transport vehicle just left the lower perimeter fence," Benedict said.He leaned against the rain-streaked glass of the garage exit booth, his eyes fixed on the retreating red tail lights.I did not turn my head to watch the car vanish into the damp city streets. My hand stayed in my pocket, my fingers curled around my encryption token. "Is the driver moving him straight to the private wing?""Yes," Benedict said. He looked at his hand device, sliding his thumb across the panel to lock the tracking loop. "Barnabas has been completely silent since the fated bond snapped. The medics said his pulse is stable, but his inner wolf is entirely unresponsive. He is catatonic." Sovereign let out a deep, satisfied breath inside my mind. The ancient wolf settled down into the dark corners of my thoughts, his long teeth disappearing behind his lips. The territorial threat was over. The rival was broken."The Richardson name is officially off the main registry," Benedict