All Chapters of The CEO's Dangerous Line: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Estella arrived home later than usual.The moment the apartment door opened, the smell of food greeted her.Garlic.Butter.Black pepper.For a second, she almost forgot about the chaos waiting inside her laptop.Almost.Lionel stood in the kitchen wearing a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A frying pan sat on the stove while steam rose from a pot nearby.The scene felt strangely domestic.Normal.Something neither of them had experienced in a very long time.But Estella wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.She tossed her bag onto the sofa.Walked straight toward the kitchen island.Pulled out a stool.Opened her laptop.And immediately resumed working.Lionel glanced over his shoulder.His expression shifted.Something was wrong.He could always tell.Even before all of this happened.Even when they were children."Did something happen?"Estella didn't look at him.Her fingers moved across the keyboard."Your name was used to attack me."The sound of the spatula stopped.Silenc

The invitation looked expensive.Heavy ivory paper.Gold embossed lettering.The kind of invitation that only existed in circles most people never entered.Estella sat across from Jonathan Ritz inside his townhouse while turning the card over in her hand.A small smile appeared on her lips."So we're breaking the law tonight?"Jonathan sipped his coffee."Technically.""Technically?""Very technically."Estella laughed.The older man leaned back in his chair."The owner of that invitation is an old friend of mine. He can't attend, but he doesn't want his absence to raise questions.""And we're replacing him?""We're borrowing his identities."Estella blinked."Borrowing.""That's the polite version."A chuckle escaped her.Jonathan pointed at her."Don't look at me like that. Your father did worse things.""My father also jumped out of helicopters.""Exactly."Estella sighed."I miss him."The amusement faded from Jonathan's face."So do I."For a moment neither of them spoke.The sil

The morning sky outside Estella's apartment was covered by a blanket of gray clouds. The city looked sleepy beneath the gloomy weather, as if it hadn't fully recovered from the chaos that happened the night before.The smell of coffee and toasted bread lingered in the kitchen.For a brief moment, it almost felt normal.Almost.Lionel sat across from Estella, still wearing yesterday's clothes. His shirt was wrinkled. His jaw carried the shadow of a beard he hadn't bothered shaving. Dark circles rested beneath his eyes.He looked exhausted.Estella immediately put down her fork."How is Uncle John?"Lionel leaned back slightly."The surgery was successful."Estella held her breath."The doctor said his condition is stable."A small weight lifted from her chest.Lionel continued."He's still unconscious because of the anesthesia."Only then did Estella finally relax.Her shoulders dropped."Thank God."Aizen silently watched her from the other side of the counter.The fear she had carrie

Rain tapped softly against the glass walls of Estella's apartment.The city looked different at night.Quieter.Softer.The endless lights from high-rise buildings blurred behind the thin curtain of drizzle, turning Valcor into a sea of gold and silver reflections.Estella sat alone in her living room.The old photograph lay on the coffee table.Beside it was the letter.Charles Noir Deveraux's letter.She had already read it three times.Yet her eyes kept returning to the same lines.~~~Duan,If you're reading this, then I'm already too late.I tried to stop them.But I was too late.They changed Mionier into something neither of us agreed to build.They no longer want to protect the country.They want to protect power.If something happens to me, protect my son.Aizen knows nothing.Don't let them turn him into the weapon they want him to become.And if he remains inside the Deveraux family...Make sure he learns the truth.At least one of us should leave something honest for our c

The rain had stopped just before sunset.Vesper City glittered beneath thousands of lights, the wet streets reflecting gold and white beneath the evening traffic. From the top floor of one of the city's most exclusive private restaurants, the skyline looked almost peaceful.Almost.Inside a private dining room, peace was the last thing sitting at the table.Aizen Deveraux leaned back in his chair, one hand resting against the armrest, his expression unreadable.Across from him sat Orlando Laurent and Samantha.Beside him sat his grandfather.And unfortunately, that alone was enough to ruin any appetite.Crystal glasses caught the warm light from the chandelier overhead. The expensive meal had already been served, yet nobody seemed particularly interested in eating.Especially not Aizen.Benedict Deveraux cut into his steak with precise movements."Since everyone is finally here," he said calmly, "I think it's time we discuss the engagement."Aizen didn't even look up."We've discussed