mbossed gift bag containing the emerald-green silk scarf. When he stepped inside, the apartment was completely quiet. He assumed

ng dark hair was tied up loosely, a few strands falling over her face. She was surrounded by a mountain of paperwork, fab

told you, Caspian, if you need food, order i

hen island and walked over, standing a polite di

red-rimmed. "Why do you care? You're just an office clerk. Even if I explained

kept his voice calm and even.

The Sterling Fashion House is launching our winter collection next month. It is our last chance to save the brand from total collapse. The de

a contract?" Caspian asked, his mi

ool, but my assistant found out the truth. Someone paid him a massive bribe to delay our shipment by two weeks. In the fashion world, a two-week

"And you can't just f

," Sylvia said, leaning back and

fty tons of premium grade raw material delivered to our factory by tomorrow morning, or the production line shuts down. My

her cold attitude toward him, she was fighting with everything she had to save her family's legacy and

ep, Sylvia," Cas

eep? Did you hear a single word I just said? If

s voice carrying a strange, commanding weight that made Sylvia blink in surpris

and confidence in his eyes stopped her. There was something about his posture that didn't

exhaustion. She stood up, leaving the spreadsheets on the table, a

e expression vanished. His eyes turned cold and sharp. He

" Arthur answe

son, a textile supplier in the city. Find out who bribed h

three min

up a glass of water as he waited. True to his word,

dollar cash bribe by a shell company owned by Vanguard Architectur

nd his glass until his knuckl

stroy the business of Caspian's new wife, likely to completely crush the Sterling family so he could buy up their

smile spreading across his face. "He thinks he controls the chess board. Arthur,

l eighty percent of the premium silk and raw cotton distribution. And as y

. Instruct him to divert fifty tons of the highest-grade premium fabric directly to the Sterling Fashion H

ng Master. What should

m Apex. By tomorrow afternoon, I want his warehouses empty and his business

he orders will be e

e city lights. Preston thought he was a god because his father owned a few buildings.

kitchen and began brewing a fresh pot of coffee. A few min

was holding her phone to her ear, her icy blue eyes wide with absolute s

nto the phone, her voice shaking. "Fifty tons? Br

red a cup of coffe

f relief bursting from her eyes. "I don't care who paid for it, we will figure t

joy. She leaned against the wall, her hand over her heart, looki

ut the warm mug of coffee. "So

. She took the coffee, her hands trembling. "

nal billionaires-just delivered fifty tons of the most expensive fabric directly to my factory. They

s," Caspian said

m coffee. "Whoever did this just saved my company. They must have massive power

her mind that the powerful billionaire who had saved her life with a single phone call was cur