The Warlord's Revenge

Chapter 124

The Showdown

The air in the grand hall was thick with tension, the scent of expensive perfume and tailored suits creating a heavy atmosphere that felt almost suffocating. The annual family gala was meant to be a celebration of legacy and power, but Victor’s mind was elsewhere. He stood at one end of the room, his sharp eyes surveying the crowd, his posture stiff with the weight of what he had to do tonight. Across the room, Emma watched him, feeling the storm brewing within him. His usual charm and commanding presence were masked by the simmering fury beneath his calm exterior.

This was the night of reckoning.

As Emma made her way closer, she could see the tautness in Victor’s jaw, the tension in his broad shoulders. She knew exactly what was coming, and though it sent a ripple of dread through her, she also felt a surge of anticipation. This confrontation had been building for far too long.

The crowd’s chatter was abruptly silenced as Grandpa Ben’s voice boomed across the room, drawi