All Chapters of The Antidote To His Ruin : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Draven’s POV By the time Cassandra had left, I remained at my desk, looking at the closed door.The meeting had given me very little. Cassandra had agreed to cooperate, but she had offered no meaningful information about Vanguard. Her hesitation might have meant something, or it might have meant nothing at all.I took note of her reaction and response to each question, let’s see what she can come up with on vanguard, and returned to work.The day moved quickly. The regulatory implementation review required confirmation that every relevant department understood its obligations under the FDA's decision. Suzan had prepared the technical requirements, and the compliance team had developed a reporting schedule for post-market monitoring.During the review, I watched Suzan explain the remaining responsibilities with her usual precision.She didn't allow the positive decision to become an excuse for complacency. She made it clear that the corrected formulation would have to be monitored car

Cassandra's POV The moment I left the dinner venue, I knew something had gone wrong.I couldn't identify the exact moment it happened. Draven had been courteous throughout dinner, pulling out my chair, asking about my day, and listening when I spoke. He had even walked me to the entrance.But beneath his politeness, something had changed.He was watching me.Not the way a man watched the woman he wanted to marry. Not with affection or the familiar warmth I had spent years trying to earn.He watched me as though there were something about me he had yet to understand.And then there had been the pendant.“Do you remember what was engraved along the edge?”Such a simple question. Such an insignificant detail.Yet I had spent the rest of dinner wondering why he had asked it. And what was engraved, did I answer wrongly?My phone rang.Becky.I answered before the driver could open the door for me.“Cassandra, have you seen what's happening online?”I stopped walking. “What happened?”“The

Draven’s POVThree days after the FDA's positive feedback went public officially , I visited my grandmother at the Sterling estate.Eleanor had been discharged from the hospital and returned to her suite, where a professional nurse monitored her recovery alongside enough domestic staff to make the entire east wing feel like a private medical facility. She had complained about the arrangements, the restrictions, and the nurse's insistence that she rest, but I suspected she was secretly enjoying having an entire team at her beck and call.When I entered her sitting room, she was by the windows with a book resting open on her lap."Look who has finally remembered that he has a grandmother."I bent to kiss her cheek. "I visited two days ago.""And you think that excuses your hours of absence ?""I see you're recovering well.""Don't change the subject, Draven."I smiled and settled into the armchair opposite her.We spoke briefly about her health, the staff, and the corrected drug. When

Draven’s POVI changed my shirt twice before deciding that neither choice mattered.The first was a white dress shirt. Too formal.The second was a black one. Too much like I was preparing for a board meeting rather than a conversation that could permanently alter the tiny relationship between Suzan and me.Eventually, I settled on a dark navy shirt beneath a charcoal jacket. No tie. No unnecessary display of wealth. I wanted the evening to feel private, not staged.It was a ridiculous amount of thought to give an outfit.But then, I had spent most of the day thinking about the woman I was going to meet.At nine that morning, I sent her the restaurant's address and the reservation time. She replied a few minutes later.‘I'll be there.’Three words. No questions. No indication that she had spent even a fraction of the time I had worrying about what would happen when we sat across from each other.I envied her composure.The restaurant was a discreet establishment on the Upper East Side