I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 112

To Aria and Maxwell, waiting was entirely irrelevant.

Nothing mattered more than securing the funding for their comeback.

The Maybach glided to a stop in front of a towering skyscraper in the heart of the financial district.

Maxwell and Aria stepped out of the car.

They had to admit, the building was a masterpiece of corporate power.

Just the exterior alone was enough to prove the absolute dominance of Jude Global.

The Sterling Group also had a branch in the US.

However, it was run by regional executives.

Years ago, Godfrey had only handed Maxwell control of their domestic empire, strictly forbidding him from interfering with their overseas operations.

Because of this, Maxwell was completely blind to the corporate landscape here and had no grasp of the local power dynamics.

"Actually, Sterling Group has always had a working relationship with us. But in recent years, their focus shifted, and perhaps due to a lack of attention to this region, the partnership cooled off."

Maxwell was completely unaware of any of this.

They were escorted straight to an executive lounge.

Nathaniel's assistant poured them coffee and excused himself.

The lounge was styled in a minimalist aesthetic, yet every single piece of furniture screamed exorbitant wealth.

Over the past few days, Maxwell had managed to squeeze some information out of Aria regarding this "Mr. Jude."

His full name was Nathaniel Jude. He was thirty-two, a self-made American-born Chinese tycoon with massive influence in the country.

Most importantly, his reach extended effortlessly across both the legal business world and the underground.

When Aria had recited these facts, a deep suspicion took root in Maxwell's mind, which he immediately voiced.

"How exactly do you know a man like this?"

They operated in entirely different universes.

But in the end, Aria took the initiative.

That night, Maxwell seemed to vent all his recent frustrations and rage onto her body.

There was no gentleness, no tenderness.

Even now, recalling that night sent a shiver of fear down Aria's spine.

As for Maxwell, whenever the memory surfaced, his eyes would flick involuntarily toward her stomach before quickly returning to normal.

"Aria, will you ever regret this?"

Regret everything between them.

Regret every step she had taken.

Meeting his intense stare, Aria offered a sweet, devoted smile and slowly shook her head.

"As long as I get to be with you, Max, I have no regrets."