Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 138

Stevens leaned forward, eyes blazing. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been dragged into that disaster in the first place."

Andres spread his hands. "If you insist on pinning something that ridiculous on me, I can't stop you."

He flicked his eyes toward Hans standing beside him. "Let Legal know. Draft new contracts. Fifty-fifty, and shorten the term—exactly as I said."

Stevens sprang to his feet. "I don't agree to shortening anything."

The moment he stood, Murray and the security team moved.

In seconds, the room was sealed—guards positioned like a wall, the exits quietly claimed.

The White family's security wasn't decorative. Every man in that ring looked like he could end a fight before it even started. The sheer pressure of it made the room's temperature drop.

Stevens sat back down as if the chair had yanked him. His voice softened immediately. "Mr. White... what is this supposed to be?"

Without the rest of the room backing him, Stevens didn't dare play hero on Andres's turf.

What frightened him wasn't only the White family's century of power.

It was the shadow behind Andres—the rumored figure people in the wealth circles spoke about in lowered voices.

KING.

The name hit like a warning shot. A ghost with a terrifying reputation—untraceable, untouchable. People said he'd built empires across Southeast Asia, Europe, and the States, leaving a trail of victories no one could explain.

They also said he controlled gold resources large enough to squeeze the global economy by the throat.

And somehow, that kind of man was tied to Andres White.

Plenty had tried to dig into their connection. Most ended up regretting it.

Andres lounged in his seat, lazy as a man watching a predictable movie. "From start to finish," he said, "the only people making a scene here are you."

Not long after, Orca Group's legal team filed in—lawyers with laptops, setting up right there in the conference room as if they were about to run a trial.

The display alone rattled everyone.

Someone cleared his throat. "Mr. White... Yule Group won't participate in any contract changes."

He forced a polite smile. "If we offended you today, please forgive it. We hope to continue working happily with Orca Group for the next several years."

They'd gotten greedy and forgotten what kind of man Andres was.

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