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The made-man nodded. “If you trick us we will come for you,” Pavel said. “That makes two of us,” I said, picking the box, I stood up. “We can make small conversation,” Pavel said. I turned, walked back to the table, looked at Alaric and Pavel, my eyes lingered on Alaric. “Perhaps you keep records of people who you sell poison to?,” I asked, Pavel smiled. “I can tell you if you let me see your face,” he leaned forward against my mask.

A few chuckles ripple through the room, but the next question slams into us like a truck. “The fight between you two was one of the most intense altercations we’ve seen this season. There are rumors it was personal. Can you confirm if the fight had anything to do with your relationship?” I grip the edge of the table, my jaw tightening. Before I can speak, Rook leans forward. “Mercer here thought I leaked those pictures. He was wrong, obviously, but instead of using his words like a functioning adult, he decided to punch me in the face. Repeatedly.”

I asked her as she was standing beside me looking like she wanted to eat his face. “For now, and I agree, we don't want to advertise what we are doing. Is the whole pack here yet?” She looked up at me as she asked. “No, we still have just under half still coming, so, the potential for more is there unfortunately.” I growled at that idea. I saw the man in question look up and then turn and leave, obviously having gotten the message from Marcus.

"Oh, I know that the guy that had you in his own car faked the ambush just because he wanted you to run into the woods and get kidnapped by his men already lying in wait for you." "What?" This man must be lying. Gideon would never do such a thing. Gaston trusts him, and it's obvious my mates do too. "That's not true," I tell him. "Stop making baseless accusations without proof." "Proof, you want proof? Don't worry, I'll show you proof." He says and marches out of the room.

Ruby’s POV The news came early the next morning. Pete Carson had been taken into custody. Falsifying account books, forging financial statements, multiple counts of fraud. There was even mention of a prior unresolved harassment complaint. Apparently, I wasn’t his first victim. I stared at the screen of my phone for a long time. There were no details about the incident last night—nothing about the forest, or his attempt to chase me down—but the charges were enough to bury him. And just like that, the brand collaboration was dead. No more Pete. No more forced pitch. No more pretending.

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

“Just smoke. I’ll bring the fire later.” He gave a low whistle. “Got it. I’ll make it subtle.” “Do it fast.” I ended the call and wiped the water off my desk with my sleeve. Justice isn’t given. It’s taken. By five p.m., the world started to catch fire. My TV blinked on with breaking news. “Parker Industries faces allegations of corporate fraud and financial irregularities.” Barry’s face filled the screen, red and panicked. He was surrounded by cameras, shouting something about “false accusations” and “political sabotage.”

“—they’ve stolen a patented formula.” Silence filled the room. The weight of the accusation hung heavy in the air. Cassie’s eyes narrowed slightly, her mind already moving, dissecting every word. “Not just that,” Roel continued on the screen, his voice dripping with satisfaction, “Pierce Corporation has also been exposed for engaging in dirty tactics—under-the-table negotiations to secure bidding contracts.” He let out a mocking chuckle, shaking his head as if in disappointment. “Pierce Corporation is not what we all thought it was,” he went on.

He wore a dark gray coat, with a smile in his eyes, though nothing about his gaze felt cheap. He placed a folder on my desk. "A Prescott Group subsidiary has been spreading false claims that our products are counterfeit. The evidence chain is mostly solid." I skimmed a few pages. "This is actionable." "Can we win?" "Depends on the evidence." Nathan propped his chin on his hand. "You're just like you were in college." I looked up. "We knew each other in college?" He raised an eyebrow. "You don't remember me?" "No."

My mum asked multiple questions at a time making me sick. " She is getting better," I said my voice as calm as it could. " Okay dear, please take to heart and accept my sympathy, your dad also sends his regards." She said. " Thanks, mum, I appreciate it," I said and hanged up. I received more calls every one of them sympathizing and I was getting sick and dawn about it. I called the media immediately. "Good morning, this is Drake Tristan the CEO of Tristan limited, I would like you to put a stop and clear all information regarding my assistant accident," I said firmly as I sat on a seat in the waiting room.