Semua Bab Hold on, Mr billionaire. : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The Langston office buzzed with subdued tension, its usual rhythm disrupted by the aftermath of Bella’s kidnapping. Employees whispered in corners, exchanging half-truths and rumors, their gazes darting toward Adrian's office, where the blinds were firmly shut. Inside, Adrian leaned against his desk, arms crossed, as Bella stood in front of him, her posture defiant despite the lingering bruises on her wrists. “You need to rest, Bella,” Adrian said, his voice firm but laced with concern. “You’ve been through enough.” “I’m not taking time off,” Bella shot back, her tone unwavering. “I’m fine, Adrian. If Monica went to the extent of kidnapping me, then I was close—too close. I can’t stop now.” Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose, frustration mingling with admiration for her determination. “You just escaped from a psychotic woman who’s capable of God knows what. This isn’t about resting; it’s about safety.” Her eyes softened briefly, but her resolve didn’t waver. “I appreciate

The air in the Langston boardroom was thick with tension, each passing moment weighed down by the gravity of their situation. The evidence was mounting, and the stakes had never been higher. Monica’s network, now revealed to extend to the very highest echelons of power, left them with few options. Adrian stood at the head of the table, his fists clenched as he absorbed the full scale of what they were up against.Oliver, ever the strategist, leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest with a thoughtful expression. "This isn't just a tech war anymore. This is political." His eyes flicked between Adrian and Bella, gauging their reactions.Adrian’s jaw tightened. "I know. And we have to hit them hard and fast. If we don't, we risk losing everything."Bella stood at the far side of the room, her arms crossed as she stared out the window. The city below seemed oblivious to the storm brewing above it. She had never imagined that something as simple as a business partnership

The atmosphere inside Langston Enterprises was charged with tension. The team had spent the last few hours preparing for the biggest move they had ever made against Monica. Now that they knew her brother was the real mastermind, they had to act carefully—one wrong step, and everything would crumble. Adrian sat behind his desk, his fingers drumming against the mahogany surface, his mind running through every possible scenario. Bella stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out at the city skyline. Oliver was on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while Lucas and Diana worked on their laptops. “Alright,” Adrian said finally. “Let’s go over this one more time.” Oliver sat up, tossing his phone onto the table. “We leak the fake information that we’ve found proof of financial fraud within Monica’s company. We make it seem like we’re about to go public with it.” Lucas nodded. “If she believes we have something that can take her down, she’ll react. Either she’ll try to buy us of

The flashing red and blue lights illuminated the warehouse district as police officers swarmed the area, securing Monica and her remaining men. Bella leaned into Adrian’s side, exhaustion crashing over her in waves. His arm remained securely around her waist, as if he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. Oliver, still gripping his gun, exchanged words with the officers before finally tucking the weapon into his holster. Lucas stood nearby, keeping a careful eye on Monica, who was now handcuffed and seated on the cold pavement. Diana approached, touching Bella’s arm gently. “Are you okay?” Bella nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I will be.” Adrian turned to Oliver, his voice laced with tension. “Are they taking her straight to holding?” Oliver nodded. “She’ll be booked tonight. But this isn’t over yet. She has too many connections. If we don’t act fast, she’ll slip through the cracks.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Then we won’t let her.” Bella exhaled, glancing

The air in Adrian’s office was thick with tension. Oliver lounged on the leather couch across from his desk, casually tossing a stress ball in the air, while Bella sat beside him, her eyes scanning the flurry of emails flooding her laptop. Lucas leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, brows furrowed. They were all waiting. Waiting for Monica’s next move. Waiting for the moment she would strike back. Adrian stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the skyline of Meridian City. His fingers drummed against the edge of the glass, his mind running through every possible scenario. She was cornered, but she wasn’t out. That was what worried him the most. His phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced down. **Unknown Number.** Again. Without hesitation, he answered. “Langston.” A slow, deliberate chuckle came through the line. A voice he recognized instantly. *Monica.* “You always answer so coldly, Adrian. It’s almost like you don’t miss me.” His grip on