The next morning, the Daxon Group building looked busier than usual. Several staff members moved back and forth carrying documents, while the public relations team appeared busy preparing a major agenda for the week.

A black car stopped in front of the main lobby.

Hellena stepped out first, followed by Kattie, who immediately adjusted the tablet in her hands.

“Just relax,” Kattie said softly. “It’s only a contract signing.”

Hellena nodded. “I know.”

Even so, her steps remained steady, her face calm, as if nothing was troubling her mind. Yet since last night’s incident, her thoughts had not fully settled.

Inside the building, Gevan was already waiting in the main...