Never See You Again

Seeing Commer upset, Bailey quickly complied. “Yes, Mr. Jefferson.” 

Meanwhile, Charlie had ordered a spread of takeout at Maeve’s apartment. He sat with Maeve and Lyra at the table in silence. 

Lyra couldn’t help but glance at Maeve, who was quietly eating and scrolling through the day’s financial news. She was seemingly unconcerned about Sergio and Clara’s situation. 

“Where’s Zee? When is he coming back?” Lyra asked. 

“He should have been back by now.” 

Charlie was puzzled as well. “I told Zion about Marve’s situation ages ago. He should be rushing back. But who knows what on earth he’s doing right now? This is serious. Let me call him again.” 

Charlie pulled out his phone and dialed Zion’s number, but the call couldn’t go through. 

*Damn it, where is he?” 

Meanwhile, Sergio got into his car after having dinner at Ramos Manor. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Larry said, “Zion has already reserved a place.” 

“Let’s go then,” Sergio replied. 

A hint of coldness gleamed in his eyes. He had long wanted to have a proper tall with Zion, and since Zion had asked to meet, it was time to clear the air. 

Zion’s men had rented out the entire nightclub. When Sergio arrived, the manager immediately led him to the most luxurious private room with a flattering smile. 

Seeing that the hallway was packed with Zion’s men, Larry was a bit displeased. “What does Zion think he’s doing? Is he trying to intimidate us?” 

For years, Seathburn City had been Sergio’s territory. 

But with Kurt stepping down and Zion rising, the city now faced a formidable three–way power struggle between Sergio, Zion, and Zachary, who remained unseen by the public. 

In the private room, Zion lounged lazily on the couch with his gaze carrying a deep and meaningful smile. “Mr. Brooks, please have a seat.” 

One of his men gestured for Sergio to sit. 

Sergio said, “This is my territory. I should be the one hosting you today.” 

ign this divorce 

It was yours until yesterday. But from now on, it’s mine, Zion said coldly. “Let’s not beat around the bush. Since you’ve made your choice, you should sign #greement today.” 

Zion pushed the divorce agreement toward Sergio. Maeve had already signed them. 

Seeing her signature, Sergio instinctively looked away. “What if I refuse to sign?” he asked. 

*1 have my own ways, Mr. Brooks. If you refuse to sign, I’m afraid I’ll have to resort to violence.” Zion’s tone carried no threat, yet his smile held a hint of poison, enough to send shivers down one’s spine at its sight. 

Sergio knew Zion’s capabilities. To have made such a name for himself overseas, Zion was indeed a formidable opponent with such an adversary, the future of Books Groep was koking grim