Chapter 631

"The Only Son of the Griffin Family Exposed as a Serial Offender" and "Luminara Group's CEO Hannah Scott's Bold Counterstrike" rocketed to the top of the trending charts, setting the internet ablaze.

Every sordid secret from Rodney's past surfaced in full detail, igniting a storm of public outrage that swept across the nation.

In sharp contrast, Hannah's fearless resolve and unwavering composure turned her into a symbol of resilience-earning her widespread admiration and sympathy from both the public and the media.

Consequently, the once-faltering shares of Luminara Group rebounded dramatically. The downward spiral halted and then reversed, soaring past critical resistance levels and climbing toward a record-breaking high.

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Before the glowing red trajectory displayed on the digital board, Hannah stood motionless, her face devoid of emotion. The steady rise reflected in her eyes, but her expression remained composed-cold,analytical, and absolute.

Without a word of celebration, she instructed her secretary to compile the updated market data and an assortment of positive media coverage and then deliver them to the desks of the senior executives who had been the loudest dissenters.

The secretary, calm and detached, relayed Hannah's message precisely. "Ms. Scott requests that everyone redirect their energy toward actual productivity rather than idle chatter and needless criticism. Luminara Group is not short of capable minds. If anyone feels unfit for their current role or unhappy within the company, you are free to tender your resignation. The door will not be barred behind you."

An uncomfortable silence followed. The executives'faces turned crimson with suppressed anger and

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humiliation, yet none dared speak. Their pride swallowed, they sat in stiff, uneasy quiet.

With the company's storm quelled for now, Hannah accepted the steaming cup of coffee her secretary offered.

She took a measured sip and then hesitated for a brief pause before reaching for her phone. She found Vincent's number and dialed it.

The line connected after a few rings. His deep,steady voice came through. "Hello?"

"It's me," she said softly, a faint tremor hidden in her composed tone. "I wanted to thank you for handling the Griffin Group situation for me."

A few seconds of silence lingered before Vincent replied, his voice cool and unreadable, "Did you cal just to say that?"

Hannah continued, her tone still polite but sincere, "I learned Rodney's being locked up went smoothly

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because of your intervention. Derek mentioned that without your pressure, his grandfather-the police chief-might've cleared him with a single word.I truly appreciate what you did."

Her gratitude sounded genuine, even gentle.

"Is that all?" Vincent asked, his tone flat, detached.

"Yes. I won't take more of your time." Before he could respond, she ended the call.

Inside the sleek glass-walled CEO office of the Jones Group, Vincent lowered his phone slowly. His gaze darkened, fruustration simmering just beneath the surface. She'd spoken to him as if nothing had ever happened-as if the night they had shared was just an illusion best forgotten. Fine by him!

Across the room, Vincent's private lawyer, Lennon,was organizing legal files per Vincent's earlier instructions.

The sudden trill of a phone broke the tension. Lennon glanced at the screen, his expression softening into a

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smile as he answered. "Hello, Ms. Scott."

The name hit Vincent like a strike. His eyes immediately shifted toward Lennon, sharp and dangerous.

Oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere, Lennon chuckled lightly. "Yes, Ms. Scott. Lunch today? I'm free...Perfect. I'll see you at noon."

When Lennon hung up, he looked up and froze.Vincent's glare could have turned the air to ice.Lennon blinked, uneasy. "Mr. Jones... Is there an issue with the documents?"

Vincent ignored the question entirely. His tone dropped several degrees colder. "Hannah called you?"

Lennon hesitated, caught off guard by his boss's cutting tone. "Yes. Ms. Scott just wanted to express her gratitude for our assistance on the Griffin case-and she invited me to lunch to discuss the follow-up work."

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Vincent's brow creased sharply. His jaw tightened,the faintest tremor of suppressed fury passing through him. The air in the office grew heavy,oppressive.

Lennon shifted uneasily under the weight of that silence, completely unsure what he had done wrong.

"You can leave now," Vincent said finally, voice like ice.

Relieved yet terrified, Lennon gathered his documents in haste and left without another word.

The instant the door shut behind Lennon, Vincent hurled his pen across the desk. It struck the far wall and fell, the sound sharp and final.

Irritation clawed at his chest. He couldn't believe Hannah could be so indifferent to him. Two days had passed since that night. Not a call from her. Not a message.Nothing.

And when she finally reached out, it was to talk business and thank him like she would a hired

consultant.

He clenched his jaw. To make it worse, she'd ended that very call, only to swiftly arrange lunch with his lawyer, of all people. A private lunch with his lawyer.What was she playing at? Did she treat him as if he were some disposable convenience? Did she think so little of him-that a mere lawyer deserved her time more than he did? Or worse-was she dissatisfied with his performance that night? Trying to see if another man could do better?

The thought burned through him, twisting his expression into something unreadable. He tugged at his tie, loosening it with a sharp jerk. His chest rose and fell, his breath uneven.

For the first time since the accident that stole his memories, Vincent had felt something raw and unfamiliar surging through him-a sharp,uncontrollable frustration, and it was born not from business or rivalry, but from Hannah.