Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 89 – Enough with the jokes

The color drained from Seraphine’s face until her skin looked pale enough to rival fresh snow under winter light, and for a moment the entire room seemed to tighten around that single reaction as if every pair of eyes had suddenly become aware that something had gone terribly wrong.

Leon’s expression darkened immediately, the warmth he had carried earlier disappearing behind a heavy cloud of concern and anger that pressed deep into his features, and he parted his lips as if he wanted to speak but hesitated because something about the situation felt disturbingly off.

The circle of billionaires seated around the private lounge table no longer looked amused or entertained, because confusion had crept into their gazes one by one, spreading like a silent ripple through the room as they tried to make sense of the tension suddenly hanging in the air.

Leon swallowed the hesitation clawing at his throat before forcing himself to gather enough courage to direct a question toward Voren, who sat at the center of authority among them.

"Mr. Ashkael," Leon said carefully while keeping his voice steady despite the unease stirring in his chest, "is number three really what it sounds like?"

The room fell into a suffocating silence the moment the question landed, and the quiet felt so heavy that it seemed to press down on everyone’s shoulders at once.

One by one, the billionaires turned their attention toward Voren, their gazes locking onto him as if bound by some unspoken agreement that the final word would come from him alone.

None of them said a single thing, yet the expectation in their eyes carried the weight of their thoughts clearly enough, because they all waited for Voren to either confirm or deny what had just been implied.

hardness that settled across his face made it obvious that his patience had reached its

that’s enough," Voren said with a voice that carried quiet authority and unmistakable

confident expression faltered under that look, and for a brief second something close to desperation flickered across his face. He leaned closer toward Voren, lowering his voice until it became barely more than a murmur meant only for the two

of place for someone usually so proud, "just do this last thing for me. I’ve got her cornered right now, and I want to squeeze every last dollar out

that explanation, and in that moment the entire situation suddenly

do with forcing her compliance at all, because he had simply planned to demand money from her afterward as some

tactic had never been part of the rules they followed during these gatherings, and Voren

whatever petty desire crossed his mind at the time, because the foundation of his name rested on the principles that had guided him through every decision he made in

to your personal affairs," Voren said calmly, though the firmness in his voice made it clear he had already made up his mind, "but she clearly did not come here for you alone, and every man sitting in this room deserves an equal opportunity to consider her proposal since some of them are genuinely interested in seeing what she can

darkened with disappointment as the reality of the situation settled over him. He had hoped Voren might help him carry out the plan without question, yet the older members of the group already knew how the rules worked, including James, who had watched everything

could already imagine the outcome if he pushed the matter any further, because James would eventually tell his son that Ravyn had attempted something underhanded and that Voren had

enough to convince Ravyn that dragging Voren’s name through mud would only create bigger problems for

said with a forced chuckle that