บททั้งหมดของ Reborn After the CEO's One-Night Stand: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The twin jet engines of the private Gulfstream dropped to a low, quiet hum as the aircraft taxied down the slick runway of Zurich Airport. Outside the oval cabin windows, mist clung to the dark mountain peaks in the distance, turning the early morning Swiss sky into a sheet of cold lead.Inside the leather-trimmed cabin, the atmosphere was taut, stripped of comfort.Sienna stood near the forward galley, adjusting the cuff buttons of her tailored navy wool coat. Her reflection in the dark glass showed a woman whose silver-gray eyes were sharp, calculating, and cold yet under her silk blouse, her heart slammed against her ribs. Over her collarbone, her mother’s silver locket felt heavy, like a piece of iron weighing her down.A pair of warm, strong hands settled gently onto her shoulders from behind. The broad, solid chest of Alexander pressed lightly against her back, his heat instantly cutting through the cabin's chill."We ground in two minutes," Alexander murmured near her ear, his

Red and blue emergency beacons slashed through the thick alpine fog, flooding the cavernous steel hangar in blinding, rhythmic pulses. The deafening wail of federal sirens echoed off the mountain face outside, accompanied by the sharp screech of heavy tires pinning the perimeter gates wide open.Before Victoria’s mercenaries on the high catwalks could even align their sights, heavy tactical doors burst inward.A dozen tactical officers from the Swiss Federal Banking Police stormed the concrete floor, clad in dark body armor with high-intensity flashlights attached to their submachine guns."Federal authorities! Drop your weapons!" the lead officer bellowed through a megaphone, his German accent commanding and absolute. "Unarm immediately!"Panicked, the four mercenaries on the upper gantries threw their rifles to the catwalk floor, raising their open hands high into the air as tactical officers swarmed the iron stairwells to detain them.Victoria Vance took two frantic steps backward

The grey, autumn drizzle of London slicked the cobblestones outside the Royal Courts of Justice. High above the gothic stone arches, black cabs and executive cars glided through the fog, their tires making a steady, rhythmic hiss against the wet asphalt.Sienna adjusted the collar of her black cashmere coat as she stepped through the grand wooden doors of the high court foyer. Beside her, Eleanor walked with steady, restored grace, wrapped in a simple cream wool coat, her hand resting warmly in Sienna’s arm.Walking half a step ahead, Alexander commanded the crowded hallway like an unstoppable storm. His charcoal three-piece suit was impeccably cut, his broad shoulders squared, and his storm-grey eyes fixed squarely on the ornate brass doors of Courtroom 4."Lord Julian Sterling isn't like Arthur," Sienna said low, her voice crisp and measured as they walked past a gallery of watching barristers. "Arthur operates on corporate policy. Julian operates on old aristocratic power. He’s con

The heavy rain transformed into a fierce, cold downpour, drumming relentlessly against the gravel driveway of the Mayfair estate.For three long seconds, the street fell completely dead silent. The four words uttered by Duke Lorenzo an arranged betrothal contract hung in the freezing London air like a blade of ice.Beside Sienna, Alexander’s entire body went rigid.The calm, calculated composure that made him the most feared billionaire in North America dissolved into pure, raw, predatory fury. A dark, dangerous aura radiated from his tall frame. His knuckles turned stark white as his fists clenched at his sides, his storm-grey eyes locking onto Duke Lorenzo with lethal intensity."You have five seconds to turn your vehicles around and leave this street," Alexander said, his baritone dropping into a terrifyingly quiet, gravelly rasp that sounded like grinding tectonic plates. "Or your title won't save you from what I do next."Duke Lorenzo’s security detail subtly shifted their footin

The crystal scotch glass in Count Matteo’s hand clicked against the mahogany bar as he slowly set it down. The faint, patronizing smirk on his face faltered, replaced by a sharp, probing glare that searched Alexander’s stone-cold expression."The Bank of Geneva?" Matteo said, his smooth Italian accent laced with forced amusement. "You’re bluffing, Cross. The Bank of Geneva’s debt portfolio is shielded under private Swiss banking secrecy laws. Not even a federal court order can unseal those primary bondholders without a five-year tribunal.""Swiss secrecy laws protect account holders, Matteo," Sienna said, stepping up beside Alexander. Her silver-grey eyes burned with razor-sharp precision as she pulled a slender black flash drive from her blazer pocket and tossed it onto the glass table between them. "They don't protect public regulatory boards that pledge their operational credit as collateral against sovereign loans."Matteo looked down at the drive, his dark eyebrows knitting toget