Chapter 159: Mind Plays with The Queen

Damian The cold air in the entrance was biting, but I barely felt it. My mind was spinning, the conversation with Richard and Laura replaying over and over in my head. Maybe they were right—maybe I needed to let Charlotte process things on her own. But every second that passed felt like torture, like the space between us was growing wider, impossible to bridge. I wasn’t ready to go home, not yet. My feet dragged me again back into the venue, a subconscious decision, like my body was on autopilot. The dim lights flickered above as I stepped back inside, the muted chatter of investors still lingering in the background. The room felt suffocating now, filled with faces I didn’t care about, deals I didn’t want to make. Everything was meaningless without her. I stumbled back to watch the entrance, hoping to catch my breath. “Good riddance,” I stiffened, hearing the familiar voice. Being alone in the entrance didn't help. It almost seemed as though I had no way to escape her. I breathed in