Free Web NovelChapter 106: Chapter 106 Alpha’s Game
Sylvia’s POV
Caesar’s body radiated heat from my words.
When I remained silent for too long, he finally broke the tension. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"Sivi," he said, "when do we start?"
His tone was velvet-wrapped danger. And then, softer still, "You’ve been through a lot lately."
The words sounded innocent, but the way he said them? Like he wasn’t just talking about stress. Like he meant every inch of damage, every layer scraped raw between us.
I turned to face him, and whatever smirk I’d had outside vanished like it had never existed.
"Caesar," I said, voice flat, arms crossing over my chest like a shield, "I was kidding earlier. You do realize that, right? Joke. Ha-ha. Not an invitation."
I knew Caesar would be angry, but I couldn’t help myself.
The moment I said "joking," Caesar’s entire demeanor changed as understanding dawned on him. A chill seemed to emanate from his powerful frame, his black hawk-like eyes locking onto mine with predatory intensity.
"So, you were just trying to piss off Helena, is that it?" His voice was dangerously quiet.
I felt like prey being sized up – one wrong word and those powerful jaws might snap.
I spread my hands in a dismissive gesture. "You already know the answer, so why ask? I’m going to take a shower."
This little game to irritate Helena had cost me something too – now I was stuck spending the night here with Caesar.
With that thought providing comfort, I walked toward the bathroom with light steps, leaving Caesar standing alone in the living room, his silhouette somehow conveying loneliness against the emptiness of the room.
I didn’t care.
Or at least, I told myself I didn’t.
The water scalded but didn’t burn enough.
I stayed in longer than I needed to, hoping he’d be asleep by the time I came out.
But when I stepped into the bedroom, steam still clinging to my skin, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping through what looked like legal documents—or maybe just pretending to, for the sake of avoiding eye contact.
The moment he noticed me, he stood. Like, instantly. No hesitation. No glance. Just "up" like someone had hit the eject button.
"I’ll take a shower now," he said, voice flat as drywall.
"Suit yourself," I said, not bothering to look at him again.
The door clicked shut behind him.
The silence in the room felt heavier than before—thick, pressurized, like the air had been vacuum-sealed.
I dropped my towel onto the chair and climbed into bed, deliberately taking the far side near the window.
The sheets were cold. Stiff. Just like everything else between us.
I turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open.
Footsteps. The quiet rustle of fabric.
Then the mattress shifted slightly as Caesar sat down on the other side. Still silent.
I laid on my side, facing away from him, eyes open.
Sleep wasn’t coming. Not with him so close. Not with this tension lying between us like a live wire.
He didn’t say anything. Neither did I.
But I could feel him—his presence, his warmth radiating across the mattress like a slow burn.
We weren’t touching.
We didn’t even breathe the same air, it felt like.
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The next morning, I walked into the lounge and spotted Helena looking like hell in heels.
Her hair was thrown up in some kind of panic bun, and the bags under her eyes were fighting through a thick layer of concealer.
Meanwhile, I felt great. Sharp. Clear.
"Morning," I said, all sweet and sunny. "Though honestly, I liked your face better yesterday. The way it changed colors? That was art."
My casual taunt instantly triggered Helena’s anger.
But before she could retort, her eyes met Caesar’s dark, threatening gaze.
Without him saying a word, she clearly understood his message.
Helena was obviously intimidated by Caesar most of the time, never quite knowing how to interact with him.
In the end, she meekly ate her breakfast, not daring to engage with me beyond a mumbled "Morning to you too."
I found their dynamic truly entertaining.
After a few bites, I headed out to Frostline Enterprises, my mind already shifting to the supplier issues during the drive.
The situation was escalating and couldn’t be delayed any longer.
The Vertex project couldn’t wait—it wasn’t just my project but the result of everyone’s collective effort.
I parked in the underground garage and walked to the elevator.
The most important thing now was to reassure the suppliers.
But when I reached my office, the development of events left me completely baffled.
I had been planning to meet with the factory owners, perhaps over dinner, to discuss the situation properly.
Instead, I discovered they had all blocked my contact information.
I couldn’t even reach them by phone.
I stared at the row of exclamation marks on my phone screen, unable to comprehend why they would take such extreme measures.
We had seemed to have room for negotiation before.
Just as I was considering visiting their companies in person—after all, these were business partnerships that shouldn’t be severed so abruptly in our tight-knit business circle—an urgent knock sounded at my door.
"Come in," I called out.
My assistant hurried in with a stack of papers, looking distressed. "Ms.Frost, please look at this. Something strange is happening. Early this morning, all these companies sent faxes stating they would no longer cooperate with us. Even their assistants have deleted my contact information, all at the same time."
My expression darkened. "The same happened to me. All the company heads have blocked me. Something’s not right."
I was increasingly convinced that a powerful force was orchestrating everything behind the scenes.
Otherwise, so many issues wouldn’t explode simultaneously.
My assistant grew more anxious hearing this.
"Ms.Frost, what should we do? If these factories won’t continue cooperating, finding suitable new suppliers for our materials will be extremely difficult. We’ll have to halt the Vertex project."
I pressed my lips together tightly.
I understood the gravity of the situation all too well.
That’s precisely why this felt so wrong.
It seemed like someone was specifically targeting me, and me alone.
But who could it be?
The project was already in shambles, and now with these suppliers unreachable, everything was falling apart completely.
Another knock at the office door interrupted my thoughts.
Both my assistant and I looked toward the entrance.
"Ms.Frost, the CEO is requesting your presence," announced the person at the door. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Hearing this, I felt immensely frustrated.
It was always the same conversation with mother. What was the point of going?
"Alright, I understand," I replied.
The messenger left, but my assistant noticed I wasn’t moving.
"Ms.Frost, aren’t you going?"
I shook my head. "No. It would just be the same old issues. There’s no point. With this limited time, I’d rather focus on solving the root of our problems."
My assistant thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. "So what’s your plan, Ms.Frost?"
Something was very wrong here, and my Alpha instincts—despite years of being buried—were telling me to fight back.
"First," I said with newfound determination, "we need to find out who’s pulling these strings. Someone wants our project to fail, and I want to know exactly who I’m dealing with."
