The Billionaire’s Blood Debt: Ruined by My Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 93

Elowen's POV The envelope was heavier than it looked, thick paper folded in on itself more than once, the kind of stock you'd use for something meant to survive being carried a long way before it was opened. I broke the seal slowly, aware of both men watching me, Marcus with careful professional distance, Killian with something else entirely, something that had stopped pretending to be patience the moment the paper touched my hands. Somewhere below us, two floors down, a team of strangers was combing through years of hidden transactions looking for exactly the kind of truth I was about to hold in my own hand first. Up here, the wind pressed faintly against the glass, the only sound besides my own pulse in my ears. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded once, nothing else. I read it. It was four lines, in the same careful, dark ink as my name on the envelope.

Elowen's POV The boardroom smelled of stale coffee and cold morning air when we walked in at twenty to nine. Nobody was sitting down yet. Eight directors stood in small, uneasy groups near the floor-to-ceiling glass, their voices low and fast, the kind of tight, hurried whispering that happens when people know a fight is coming and aren't sure which side they want to be caught on when it lands. Chairman Koch sat at the head of the table, her silver hair perfectly in place, her hands resting flat on an unopened folder. She looked tired, the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that comes from forty years of watching men in expensive suits try to destroy each other in front of her. Beside her, Laurence Croft was already standing, unbuttoning his jacket, pulling a stack of freshly printed pages from his folder. He hadn't slept. The skin under his eyes was dull and dark, his collar slightly too