Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1535

Aside from Zachary, everyone else in the room, including Will and Brett, was utterly lost, completely unaware of the android's whereabouts.

Emmy's brows knitted tightly together. She couldn't even begin to guess why James had repaired the android, nor did she know if the machine was factored into his grand plan for tomorrow. Pushing down the bubbling frustration in her chest, she sighed. "Forget it. We'll just play it by ear tomorrow."

The night dragged on endlessly for Emmy. Her heart remained suspended in anxiety as she tossed and turned on the flimsy cot in the rugged camp. Even as midnight passed and the surrounding warlords adhered strictly to the temporary ceasefire, bringing an eerie silence devoid of artillery fire where even the chirping of insects felt deafening, she couldn't find peace. The deathly stillness before the storm only made her heart pound more erratically.

Meanwhile, deep within the Caleba Delta, the cartel's headquarters blazed with brilliant lights. Tomorrow was the glorious wedding day for the daughter of the cartel tycoon, Hector.

At this moment, Hector sat comfortably on a lavish leather sofa, a glass of hard liquor in his hand, his wrinkled face beaming with sheer delight. Not only had his prospective live-in son-in-law refrained from fleeing during the sudden afternoon firefight, but the man had actually saved the lives of dozens of his top men. The more Hector looked at James now, the more pleased and deeply appreciative he became.

"Come, drink up," Hector bellowed, clapping a heavy hand on James's shoulder while forcefully shoving a glass of high-proof whiskey into his grip. "Good boy, you did beautifully today. As long as you obediently marry my daughter tomorrow and work for me with absolute loyalty..." Hector gestured grandly toward the darkened coastline visible through the window. "From now on, my territory, my munitions, my wealth... it all belongs to you."

Holding the glass, a faint, almost imperceptible trace of mockery flickered in the depths of James's dark eyes. Yet, on the surface, he acted as though he had truly been struck dizzy by this massive, empty promise. He managed a rare, ambitious smirk, proactively clinking his glass against Hector's. "Thank you for your guidance."

With that, he tilted his head back and downed the burning liquor in a single gulp.

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