Chapter 77 Revenge Game

• Scarlett sat at the long mahogany table in the study, the laptop open but untouched. Numbers and names glowed on the screen, each one tied to a stake in the company her stepmother thought she had locked down. The quiet hum of the air conditioner was the only sound—until the door clicked.
• Damien stepped in, still dressed in black from his earlier meeting, his tie loose, eyes scanning her like he was gauging what kind of fight he was walking into.
• “You’re supposed to be resting,” he said, voice low.