Any hope of the tycoon regaining a shred of composure instantly evaporated. He had barely formulated a calculated strategy to bleeding out the corporate deficits, only to be hit with an incoming dispatch that sent the blood in his veins back to a violent boil.
"Boss, what is it?" Enzo questioned, tracking the immediate shift in his superior's expression. The assistant could see a rare, volatile mix of sheer disbelief and uncharacteristic panic bleeding through the billionaire's usually stoic features.
The shockwave didn't stop inside the vehicle. Miles away, inside a private corporate suite, another man was staring at the same woman with equal alarm. Julian's gaze remained anchored onto Phoebe, his eyes wide as he struggled to process the unexpected frailty of the woman who had just rejected him.
"Phoebe... Your body... Why are you so pale? What is wrong with you?!"
"Julian?" Phoebe muttered, her mind clouded with confusion at his sudden appearance in her office.
