Chapter 953
Chapter 952:
Trinity could barely contain her excitement, eagerly anticipating Lilah’s spectacular destruction.
Meanwhile, Elliana had noticed Cole. Despite the dark sunglasses concealing his eyes, instinct told her that his gaze was fixed on her.
Others might only see Cole’s handsome, icy exterior, but Elliana alone detected the blazing fury simmering beneath his controlled surface. He was absolutely livid. But what had triggered such rage?
She remembered the storm that had darkened his features when they’d separated last night. She suspected her casual mention of an ex-boyfriend had struck a nerve. She figured his pride would never allow him to pursue her again so soon. His appearance at Ublento Medical University today likely didn’t revolve around her. So, what drew him here?
She was used to seeing him accompanied by the four Fletcher siblings, surrounded by his usual parade of bodyguards, always orchestrating dramatic, intimidating arrivals. Today, he came utterly alone, those oversized sunglasses creating an impenetrable barrier. She sensed something was off. If he hadn’t come for her, why was his path leading straight to where she stood?
Before Elliana could process her confusion, Cole had closed the distance between them, halting roughly ten feet away as the entire crowd held its breath.
Cole tilted his head downward slightly, his hidden gaze piercing through her via those dark lenses. His lips barely moved as two words emerged, saturated with absolute authority, rumbling from deep within his chest. “Come here.” His voice carried more frost than the glacial energy radiating from his entire being.
A collective tremor swept through the watching crowd. Living up to his notorious “Big Devil” reputation, that simple command wielded the bone-chilling power of the underworld itself.
Only then did everyone realize the truth. Cole wasn’t merely angry—he was a dormant volcano preparing to unleash destruction.
Every eye ricocheted from Cole to Lilah and then dropped to Quentin’s hand, which remained innocently on her arm.
Absorbing this surreal tableau, the same scandalous theory blazed through every observer’s mind. Had Cole arrived to confront an unfaithful lover? Could yesterday’s whispered rumors actually hold some truth? Had Cole staked his claim on Lilah, only to discover her wrapped around another man barely twenty-four hours later?
Before Elliana could answer, the air grew heavy, charged with a tension so thick it was hard to breathe.
The crowd, whipped by the restless autumn wind, froze in place. They held their breath, caution hanging around them like a veil.
Every eye could feel the fire of Cole’s anger burning toward Lilah. Everyone braced themselves, waiting for the explosion they thought was certain.
Cole wasn’t just any man—he was a world-famous tycoon. Proud, ruthless, untouchable. To him, crushing a woman would be nothing more than child’s play.
Lilah, they said, was an heiress of some great fortune. But no one really knew how far her father’s power reached—or if even he could shield her from Cole’s fury.
The crowd couldn’t help but wonder if Cole, choosing to punish Lilah for “flirting” with another man behind his back right here and now, would spark a feud between the two families. Could it spiral into a business war so great it would shake the global economy?