Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Chapter 89 – Enough with the jokes

The color drained from Seraphine’s face until her skin looked pale enough to rival fresh snow under winter light, and for a moment the entire room seemed to tighten around that single reaction as if every pair of eyes had suddenly become aware that something had gone terribly wrong.

Leon’s expression darkened immediately, the warmth he had carried earlier disappearing behind a heavy cloud of concern and anger that pressed deep into his features, and he parted his lips as if he wanted to speak but hesitated because something about the situation felt disturbingly off.

The circle of billionaires seated around the private lounge table no longer looked amused or entertained, because confusion had crept into their gazes one by one, spreading like a silent ripple through the room as they tried to make sense of the tension suddenly hanging in the air. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Leon swallowed the hesitation clawing at his throat before forcing himself to gather enough courage to direct a question toward Voren, who sat at the center of authority among them.

"Mr. Ashkael," Leon said carefully while keeping his voice steady despite the unease stirring in his chest, "is number three really what it sounds like?"

The room fell into a suffocating silence the moment the question landed, and the quiet felt so heavy that it seemed to press down on everyone’s shoulders at once.

One by one, the billionaires turned their attention toward Voren, their gazes locking onto him as if bound by some unspoken agreement that the final word would come from him alone.

None of them said a single thing, yet the expectation in their eyes carried the weight of their thoughts clearly enough, because they all waited for Voren to either confirm or deny what had just been implied.

Voren slowly turned his head toward Ravyn, and the hardness that settled across his face made it obvious that his patience had reached its limit.

"Now that’s enough," Voren said with a voice that carried quiet authority and unmistakable warning.

Ravyn’s confident expression faltered under that look, and for a brief second something close to desperation flickered across his face. He leaned closer toward Voren, lowering his voice until it became barely more than a murmur meant only for the two of them.

"Please, Voren," Ravyn said with a pleading edge that felt strangely out of place for someone usually so proud, "just do this last thing for me. I’ve got her cornered right now, and I want to squeeze every last dollar out of the money she took from me."

Voren lifted a brow at that explanation, and in that moment the entire situation suddenly became clear to him.

Ravyn clearly understood that Seraphine would never agree to option number three, which meant his intention had nothing to do with forcing her compliance at all, because he had simply planned to demand money from her afterward as some kind of penalty.

That kind of tactic had never been part of the rules they followed during these gatherings, and Voren despised underhanded methods more than anything else.

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