CHAPTER 330

One week later, Mrs. Davidson sat in her luxurious office, her arm was bandaged from the injury Romeo had inflicted.

The sleek, modern space was adorned with awards and plaques commemorating her recent achievements.

Despite the pain, she remained focused. She was now a dominant businesswoman through and through, and nothing—not even a scar—could derail her ambitions.

Sheikh Rahman Abde, a towering figure with a presence as commanding as his reputation, sat across from her.

The billionaire oil magnate was dressed in a perfectly tailored white thobe, his dark eyes were glinting with interest as they discussed business.

“Mrs. Davidson,” he began, with a voice that was smooth and confident, “as you know, I am hosting a grand international summit. Delegates from all over the world will be in attendance. Your hotel, *The Regency*, is the ideal location. Its proximity to the city center, combined with your impeccable service reputation, makes it perfect.”

Mrs. Davidson leaned forward slig