บททั้งหมดของ CEO's Delicate Wife: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The air was thick with a somber tension in Julian’s office. Erica and Julian, along with a few trusted team members, pored over plans and documents scattered across the large mahogany table. Ophelia’s capture had been a victory, but they knew it was far from over. There were loose ends to tie up, powerful allies to dismantle, and a dangerous network to destabilize.Julian leaned back, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the edge of the table. “Cross will sever his alliance with Ophelia if he thinks she's too exposed or if her network becomes a liability,” he said, breaking the silence. “With Ophelia detained, we finally have the advantage.”Erica studied a list of Cross’s assets and recent movements. She had learned enough from her father’s teachings to know the value of psychological pressure. “We need to feed Cross just enough information to make him think Ophelia’s network is crumbling,” she said. “If he sees an attack coming, he’ll abandon her.”Julian nodded, a glint of resp

The dim light of the warehouse flickered as Erica and Julian reviewed the newly uncovered documents. The air was thick with tension, the weight of the conspiracy pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket. They had uncovered a web of deceit that went far beyond Ophelia’s machinations—this was a betrayal that seeped into the very foundations of Erica’s life.“Look at this,” Julian said, pointing to a series of contracts laid out on the table. “These signatures—they’re all forged. It looks like your father’s name was used to funnel money out of the company.”Erica leaned closer, her heart racing as she scanned the details. The implications were staggering. “These people were stealing from my father for years,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “They took everything he built and twisted it for their gain.”Julian nodded, his expression grim. “We need to take them down, but we have to be careful. If they catch wind that we’re onto them, they’ll do anything to silence us.”

The car’s interior was cloaked in silence as they sped away from the docks. Erica sat in the back, her gaze unfocused as the city lights flickered through the window. Each passing glow felt like a jolt, a reminder of the revelations she had just witnessed.Julian glanced at her through the rearview mirror, concern etched into his features. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, though he knew the answer was far from simple.Erica didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her mind drifted back to her grandfather’s words. She’d known betrayal before—her stepmother’s coldness, the manipulation of those she’d once trusted—but this felt different. This was family. Her grandfather, the man who had once held her hand and told her bedtime stories, was now revealed as a ruthless conspirator, willing to destroy her life for his own gains.“Erica?” Julian’s voice was gentle but firm, drawing her out of her thoughts.She looked up, meeting his gaze in the mirror, and let out a shaky breath. “I’m… I’m not su

The dawn painted the horizon with muted shades of pink and gold, casting a fragile peace over the city as Erica and Julian made their way back to his penthouse. The weight of the night’s events still clung to them, heavy and unshakeable, though Erica felt a strange lightness she hadn’t anticipated. Ophelia was gone—a fact she hadn’t fully absorbed yet, despite how hard she’d fought for this moment.Julian closed the door behind them, his expression unreadable. “How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, his gaze searching her face.Erica met his eyes, finding comfort in their familiar warmth. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Relieved, I guess. But it’s… complicated.”They settled into the living room, the silence between them charged but comfortable. Julian poured them each a glass of water, his own thoughts seeming to weigh him down as much as hers. Finally, he spoke.“She haunted both of us for so long,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “But there’s sti

Erica felt the full weight of the decision they’d made as they sat in the dimly lit office that evening, surrounded by papers, evidence, and the beginnings of a plan. Renee’s involvement had been the critical step, but Erica knew the path ahead was laden with risks. Her grandfather wasn’t one to underestimate, and if he sensed the threat, he would retaliate with everything he had.Julian shifted beside her, his gaze never leaving her as she reviewed a spreadsheet Renee had provided, which outlined every offshore account her grandfather had set up over the years. His fingers brushed hers gently, grounding her in the moment.“Are you ready for this?” he asked softly. “We’re about to expose everything he’s done, but there’s no undoing it once we start.”Erica met his gaze, her expression resolute. “He’s taken everything that mattered to me—my family’s legacy, my father’s reputation. It’s time we turn the tables. He has to pay for what he’s done.”Julian nodded, a glint of admiration in h