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Chapter 181

The Chains of the Past

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Merry's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Wow, it feels like our design firm is finally on track! Does that mean we'll be hiring soon? Am I considered a founding member?"

Sienna felt a warmth spread through her chest. After being stripped of everything and losing her family's wealth, this was the first time she had truly smiled again.

In the afternoon, Summer, Sienna, and Merry arrived at Fletcher Construction Group's headquarters to attend the results announcement for the GloryPath Construction project

Merry was bubbling with excitement, sharing all the insider information she had gathered. "There were 15 firms competing for this project, but GloryPath will only select three to provide design plans. I have faith in you. Siennal❞

Merry continued, "Plus, since this project involves designing major resorts around Havenbrook, it's backed by several big investors. Their votes will carry the most weight, so we don't have to worry about any shady tricks being played."

Despite this reassurance, Sienna still felt nervous. Back when she studied abroad, she had worked on numerous large-scale design projects and was even recognized as one of the most promising designers.

But ever since returning home, the repeated setbacks had dulled her former confidence and boldness.

An assistant led them into a grand conference room, already packed with attendees. They could only find seats toward the back

In the front row, Mason lounged in his chair, one leg crossed over the other.

When he spotted them, he smirked with undisguised disdain.

Sienna clenched her fists, barely restraining herself from marching over and punching him.

Merry was furious. "I can't believe that scumbag is here too!"

Sienna took a deep breath, gritting her teeth. "We, the Monroe family, used to be one of the top three design firms in Havenbrook. After Mason stole everything, he even changed the firm's name. Of course, he's here to compete for the GloryPath project."

Summer grasped her hand firmly. "One day, we'll build a new design firm that shines even brighter than before."

Sienna nodded, not wanting her emotions to affect their chances. She got upto freshen up in the restroom.

Unfortunately, when she exited the restroom, she ran into Mason.

He was smoking, but upon seeing her, he casually stubbed out his cigarette. Clicking his tongue, he sneered, "Sienna, the way you're looking at me is almost scary"

"Mason, you're a scumbag she spat.

His smirk widened. "Go ahead, curse me. Weren't you in love with me once? Remember how you said you'd rather die than Jour me

Sienna's eyes turned bloodshot. "I wish I had been blind. Then I wouldn't have been fooled by you!"

'Tooled?"

Mason let out a cruel laugh. "Your Monroe family was always looking down on people like us. It's about time you experienced what it feels like to be at rock bottom. My father was one of the original members of the Monroe Group, but what happened? Your father kicked him out! What I'm doing now is just payback."

It was only after Mason's betrayal that Sienna learned his true motives.

His father had indeed been a founding member of the Monroe Group. Sienna's father had appreciated his talents and

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tev, pread quickly in the industry. Other firms blackdified him, and he emici up being merging. Tinable t hear the tumilation, he allegedly took his own life.

From that moment on Mason resemed the Monroe family. He spent years manipulating Sienua imo tiling for hum het ansehen in like everything from them.

Siena), expression was cold. Tused to pity your father, but now I see he got exactly what he deserved. Hii itawental) wa caused by him awn pred and cowardice. What right do you have to blame my family?"

Mason suntem mined her ow in a namful grip. She flinched, staring into his dark, menacing eyes.

"If your firm gets chosen Taday, back out quietly, he warned, his voice low and threatening. "Of course, I donun youll konven

selected.

Sienna struggled acinst the pro. Las go, you bastard! I don't take orders from you! And even if the firm were mine alone still wount b

Mason patted her chesty to much condescending Then go ahead and try," he sneered. "But don't forget, still have those mude phores of von Who lauw Movie they'll be all over Havenbrook by tomorrow."

Then, he shoved her roughly age the wall and strolled away.

Sienna lid to the door, her vitale inngetrombling.

Back in the conference room. Summer karet 10 WOTTY.

Sienna had been gone too long

 

Chapter 182

Pitching for Victory

Merry was getting anxious.

"Summer, it's about to start, and Sienna still isn't back. Should I go look for her?"

Just as she finished speaking, Sienna walked in from the doorway.

Summer frowned. "Sienna, why do you look so pale?"

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Sienna sat down, trying to steady her breathing. Her fists clenched tightly, as if trying to suppress the fear in her heart. She knew that Mason was the type of lunatic who always followed through on his threats,

She could not recall ever taking any intimate photos or videos, which meant that scumbag must have secretly installed a hidden camera in their bedroom.

Her voice trembled slightly. "Summer, maybe we should drop out of the competition."

Merry assumed Sienna was just afraid of losing. "Sienna, the results aren't even out yet! We still have a chance; don't be scared!"

Summer, however, sensed something was off, but she could not quite put her finger on it.

At that moment, James took the stage as the event's representative. He announced, "The top two design firms selected for the GloryPath Construction Project are Walsh Design Studio and Prospera Design Studio."

Merry gasped. "Prospera? That's the scumbag's firm!"

James paused before continuing, "There's still one spot left. However, two firms have tied in points. They are Aspira Design Institute and Eureka Design Studio. After discussion, the board has decided to have representatives from both firms present their design concepts again. The final vote will determine the winner.

As soon as he finished speaking, Summer noticed Mason shooting a sharp glance in their direction.

Instinctively, she turned to look at Sienna. Sienna's face was alarmingly pale, and her lips had lost all color.

"Sienna, you need to go up there now," Merry urged. "Are you okay? You look really nervous."

Summer remained silent for a moment. Then she said, "Tll do the presentation."

As she stood up, Sienna grabbed her hand. "Summer.."

Summer looked down at her. "Hmm?"

Sienna's heart pounded wildly under her gaze. "Nothing. Go ahead."

The large screen displayed their design blueprints. Summer stepped onto the stage, ready to speak. But before she could begin, the doors to the conference room suddenly swung open.

Everyone turned toward the entrance.

A tall, commanding figure strode in. It was Fraser.

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal gray pinstripe suit, his white dress shirt complemented by a dark striped tie, knotted neatly without a single crease.

From head to toe, he exuded an undeniable air of prestige. His towering frame and distinguished presence immediately drew the room's attention.

Trailing behind him were several investors and subordinates, all walking in an unhurried yet imposing manner.

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Leaning back casually, he crossed his long legs. His black trousers fit perfectly over his straight, powerful legs. His expression was one of complete ease, his dark eyes reflecting a faint, unreadable glimmer as they settled on the woman standing on the stage.

The atmosphere in the room shifted immediately. Though the man appeared relaxed, not exuding even a hint of severity, his presence alone was enough to make everyone sit up straight

Seated beside him were several major investors in the Glory Path Construction Project.

Henry, the vice president standing next to James, swallowed nervously. "Mr. James, why did Mr. Graham suddenly decide to attend? The GloryPath Construction project is just one of the many small investments under the Graham Group. And this is only the preliminary selection phase for a design firm. He's such a busy man. He shouldn't have had any reason to be here,"

James shot him a sideways glance. "You don't understand. This means Mr. Graham actually cares about the GloryPath Construction project. We need to do our best and show him that whether it's selecting a design firm or handling other aspects, our company operates at the highest level."

Meanwhile, on stage, Summer had already gone over her speech in her head. She had been calm, even in front of nearly 50 people.

But now, with the man in the center of the room watching her intently, something changed.

His dark eyes shimmered with a faint light, and though it might have been just the angle, she felt as if there was a teasing. amused glint in them.

Suddenly, she was reminded of the feeling of being a child again, where she was standing on stage, about to give a speech, while her teacher sat below, ready to critique.

A slight shiver ran down her spine.

James approached Fraser, bending slightly to accommodate his heavier frame.

"Mr. Graham, we've already selected two of the top design firms. Only one more firm remains. Right now, representatives from the two tied firms are about to present their concepts so we can make the final decision."

 

Chapter 183

Fair Play or Foul Play?

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Fraser's gaze lifted slightly, his thin lips curving with interest as his long, jade-like fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

Then continue. Don't keep our designers waiting. I'm just an observer. Ignore me. His words were casual and light.

But who in the room dared to treat Fraser Graham as mere air?

James turned to Summer. "Ms. Stewart, please begin."

Summer took a deep breath, deliberately focusing her gaze farther away, ignoring the burning stare fixed on her.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Summer from Aspira Design Institute. Our design concept for the GloryPath Construction Project focuses on differentiation...

Building upon Sienna's original sketches, Summer had enriched them with some unique ideas. As she spoke, the audience seemed to visualize the dreamlike final version of the resort in their minds. Many nodded in agreement.

After finishing, Summer gave a polite half-bow before stepping down. Only then did her clear, bright eyes dare to look toward the center of the room.

Fraser's lips curved upward slightly. His deep, dark eyes, filled with flickering starlight, met hers across the two-meter

distance.

For a fleeting second, Summer could not explain the feeling. A strange sense of joy flitted through her.

Next, Eve from Eureka Design Studio took the stage to present.

Once both design firms had presented, five project directors from Fletcher Construction Group were to score them.

After a brief pause, James stepped onto the stage, preparing to announce the results.

Merry glanced at the frowning Sienna and reassured her, "Sienna, don't worry. The two designs weren't vastly different in style, but Summer introduced an entirely new design concept. There's no doubt we'll be selected."

James held up a tablet, standing in the center of the stage. I will now announce the scores. Eureka Design Studio, 91 points. Aspira Design Institute, 88 points. Congratulations to Eureka Design Studio for winning the bid!"

Eureka Design Studios designers erupted in applause and cheers.

In stark contrast, the three members of Aspira Design Institute fell into silence.

Sienna's emotions were complex. It was a mixture of anger and sorrow. She had poured so much effort into this project. Of course, she had wanted to win.

But thinking of how that bastard Mason had threatened her with those photos, it seemed like there was no other way but to submit.

A deep sense of guilt weighed on her. She felt she had let Summer down for all the hard work she had done.

Merry, however, was completely dumbfounded. Every inch of her body radiated disbelief.

"How could this happen! Everyone clearly admired Summer's design concept! Someone must have tampered with the

wcores

Summer lowered her gaze, lost in thought for a moment, then stood up and addressed James. "Mr. James, may I request that the individual scores from each project director be made public?"

James's expression darkened instantly, his brows furrowing. "Ms. Stewart, requesting to reveal individual scores suggests that you don't trust our company's evaluation. Are you implying that we manipulated the results? A small design firm like yours has no right to make such demands!"

Fair Play or Foul Play?

Who did this woman think she was? I shouldn't have given them the chance to compete in the first place!

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At that moment. Mason rose leisurely to his feet, fanning the flames: "Aspira Design Institute, if your design wasn't good enough, then it just wasn't good enough. Yet here you are, trying to argue about the scores? If everyone acted like you when they lost, think about how much extra work that would cause!

Hearing this, the crowd, who had previously nodded in agreement with Summer's design, suddenly changed their stance.

"If Aspira Design Institute lost, they should reflect on their own skills instead of blaming the client. That's unreasonable."

"They aren't even a proper design firm. They're just a small workshop with a handful of people. They should be grateful they were even allowed to participate

From the front row, a soft but distinct 'link' rang out as a man casually dropped a steel pen onto the conference table

Not too heavy, not too light. But the room fell silent in an instant.

All eyes turned toward the distinguished man in the primary seat.

Fraser lazily raised an eyebrow and let out a low chuckle. His voice was deep and slow, each word carrying weight.

"If the bidders request transparency in the scoring process, isn't that a fundamental part of a fair competition? Since when did it become arguing, huh?" The room went dead silent.

James' small, sharp eyes blinked rapidly, as if pretending not to understand.

"Mr. Graham, you mean...

Fraser lifted his gaze. His sharp, piercing eyes swept over James with chilling precision.

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Victory Against All Odds

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"Is this your company or mine? Do I have to manage it for you too? If all my subordinates were as stupid as you, they wouldn't need to work anymore." Fraser added on.

James felt as if his neck was hanging in midair, cold sweat forming as a chill ran through him. He quickly bowed. "Yes, yes! Mr. Graham is right. Fair competition has always been our principle in selecting a design firm. I will have each project director's scores displayed immediately.

Mason's pupils contracted at those words.

One of the project managers, Luke, visibly paled. Instinctively, he glanced toward Mason

Their gazes locked..

Mason's sharp eyes flickered as he subtly shook his head. That look clearly said, "If you dare to confess now, I'll kill you myself."

Soon, the conference room's projector displayed the scores from each project director..

For Summer's design, almost every director had given a score above 95, except for Luke, who had given a shocking 30, dragging the average down.

The discrepancy was too extreme. A murmur of disbelief spread through the room.

Suppressing his fear, Luke stood up and forced himself to defend his score. "Mr. James, scoring is subjective. I simply didn't like Aspira Design Institute's proposal!"

Summer studied Luke's face carefully. She confirmed that she did not know him. She had no idea why he was deliberately targeting their firm.

Calmly, she asked, "Mr. Luke, given that the two firms designs share a similar style, what specifically made you dislike ours?"

Her words sent a wave of realization through the crowd.

Indeed, the e two firms' designs had been similar. That was why they had held a second round for the representatives to present their design concepts.

Now, Luke's argument was completely invalid.

James's face turned entirely black with rage. He glared at Luke. "Luke, think carefully before you speak!"

A cold chuckle sounded from the main seat again, leisurely yet laced with danger. This is your style of management, James?" Fraser's voice dropped to a chilling level.

His naturally authoritative tone, high above the rest, carried a bullet-like force that sent shivers down everyone's spine.

James's heart, which had already gone cold, leaped to his throat. He knew something fishy was going on with Luke. But admitting it now would be like shooting himself in the foot

Some might see it as just Luke's individual fraud, but some may even suspect that Fletcher Construction Group was in it too.

He could not afford to admit anything.

With his blood running cold, James stammered, "It's... a matter of personal... preference..."

Fraser's eyes darkened, the shadow in his gaze growing deeper. His previously lazy demeanor instantly sharpened into something cold and domineering.

"Then why don't we evaluate whether you, as the general manager, are even qualified for your position?"

The room erupted in gasos. Many secretly broke into cold sweats for lames.

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be here

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The heir of the Graham family. Of course, he had heard of him.

The man who got whatever he wanted, unpredictable and domineering, notorious

for his arrogance and overbearing nature. Yet no one dared to offend him

Mason's face darkened as he turned to his assistant. "Why the hell is Fraser speaking up for Aspira Design Institute?"

His assistant had question marks all over his face.

You don't know! How would I know! If I knew, I wouldn't still be stuck as your assistant.

Mason snapped, "Idiot!"

It was unclear if he was cursing his assistant or himself.

James's heart pounded in his chest. He had no choice but to announce. Since Luke's evaluation was excessively biased, his score will be removed. We will recalculate the final scores.

The revised scores appeared on the screen. Aspira Design Institute, 97 points. Eureka Design Studio, 85 points.

Merry clenched her fists, finally able to release the frustration she had bottled up earlier.

Her instincts had been right all along

If the last time Fraser had helped her and Summer avoid drinking had been a mere coincidence, then this time, it was blatant

Merry's eyes sparkled as she looked at Summer, full of admiration and envy.

I want a prince like that to protect me too...

"Summer Sienna We won the bid!" Merry shouted, "I told you there was foul play, and no one believed me. Look at the results! Aspira Design Institute is the best!"

 

Chapter 185

The Unshakable Boss.

Mason's face was as black as the bottom of a burnt pot. He let out a cold, sharp

laugh.

Even if they won the bid, so what? I still had one last trump card.

His eyes swept toward Sienna with a threatening glint.

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In the conference room, the people who had mocked Aspira Design Institute just moments ago were now utterly humiliated

After the selection meeting ended, James rushed over to Fraser, bowing and scraping as he apologized.

"Mr. Graham, I truly had no idea that Luke had a problem. Our group ensured that this selection process was 100% fair, just and transparent... We would never manipulate it for personal gain!"

Fraser, clearly uninterested in his excuses, lazily cut him off. His voice was cold as ice, carrying an unquestionable authority. "Bring him here."

The next second, Luke was once again dragged before Fraser. His legs trembled uncontrollably, his head hung so low it nearly touched his chest, and he did not dare meet the gaze of the powerful man before him.

Fraser's chilling voice sounded above him, "Subjective, huh?"

Luke froze, a bone-deep chill creeping up from his feet. His mouth trembled, but he could not force out a single word.

Fraser leaned lazily against his chair, then shifted forward. His long fingers held his phone, which he used to lift Luke's chin. forcing him to look up. With a half- smile, he said, "Tell me about your subjectivity. For example, what kind of things don't you like?"

But under the suffocating pressure of the atmosphere, Luke felt like he was being strangled. His eyes darted around in panic before he suddenly dropped to his knees.

"Mr. Graham, I don't dare anymore! Please spare me this time. I'll have no preferences ever again!"

Fraser raised his gaze slightly, glancing over at James, who was standing stiffly to the side. “You have two choices. He takes the fall, or are you going to take it? Your call"

Then, the man stood up, his long legs moving with leisurely grace as he strolled out.

The conference room erupted with noise.

James, enraged, delivered a vicious kick to the kneeling Luke. "You bastard! You've ruined my company's reputation!"

Out in the hallway, Mason grew more and more furious the more he thought about it. Mid-stride, he suddenly stopped.

His h

hands clenched into fists, his eyes filled with rage. Then, with a furious growl, he slammed his fist against the wall

Damn it! Damn it! Dama it!

His assistant swallowed nervously, instinctively keeping a two-meter distance from Mason, just in case that fist turned in his direction

At the same time, Fraser casually walked past. His lazy gaze swept over Mason before landing on his clenched fist against the

wall

Standing tall and looking down at him, Fraser's lips curled into a mocking smirk. "Your mother isn't here, no need to show filial piety to the wall"

Mason flinched Only then did he realize that his moment of losing control had been witnessed by Fraser. He quickly withdrew his hand

"Mr Graham I was hust too emotional nothing else. Please don't misunderstand."

The Unstable Bass

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Mastin instinctively straightened his posture wanting to explain further "But Fraser had already stepped away, walking off with cold indifference. As if he was nothing more than a trivial existence

Mason had been the general manager of the design institute for years. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at hum with such dismissive contempt

His brows furrowed tightly, and the anger burning in his chest only flared hotter. His assistant cautiously approached "Mr. Mason."

"Get lost Mason spat. His eyes remained fixed on Fraser's fading figure as he gritted his teeth. "Bossman, huh! Fraser is only feared because of his privileged birth. Without his status, he's nothing compared to me?"

The assistant quickly nodded, flattering him. "Exactly! If you had even half of Mr. Graham's background, you'd be far more successful than him

Mason's puls darkened as he glared at Fraser's disappearing figure. "Ill become stronger. Ill crush anyone who stands in my

Meanwhile. Merry bounced along excitedly, practically skipping as she spoke

"Summer, you re amazing This is the first major project I've been involved in since joining Aspira Design Institute. Wait Sienna, why do you seem unhappy

Sienna suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked at Summer.

After a moment of hesitation, the spoke with difficulty Summer, I don't think I can take on the GloryPath Construction project."

Summer had not even had time to respond before Merry's eyes widened in shock.

"What did you just say, Sienna! Do you know how much effort Summer put into this project: We finally won the bid. How can you just back out so easily

Summer studied Sienna carefully. Ever since she had returned from the restroom earlier, something had seemed off about her.

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Under Pressure

Merry asked, "Sienna, why?"

Sienna pressed her lips together. "Summer, I'm sorry. I know how much you've put into this project, but I have my reasons."

Merry's voice rose, frustrated. "Sienna, this is completely out of line. After everything we've put into this, how can you just turn down the project like it's nothing?"

Sienna's eyes welled with tears. She clenched her fists, then turned and bolted from the room.

Summer frowned, uneasy. Sienna suddenly backed out of the GloryPath Construction project-there had to be a reason. behind it

Without thinking. Summer chased after her, grabbing her arm before she could get away.

"Sienna, do you even consider me a friend?"

Sienna's

is voice caught in her throat. "Of course, Summer. You're a really important friend to me"

Summer's brow furrowed slightly, her voice steady. "Then tell me the truth-why are you turning down this project? If you give me a real reason, I'll back you up as your friend. But if you're refusing for no reason at all, then I'm sorry-this isn't just your call. Aspira Design Institute doesn't run on your say-so."

Sienna looked away, unable to meet her eyes. "Please... don't ask."

Summer narrowed her gaze. "It's Mason, isn't it? What did he say to you?"

Sienna flinched at the mention of his name, her eyes flicking with panic.

Summer narrowed her gaze. I knew it. It's him."

Sienna hesitated. "Summer, I..."

Summer spoke gently but firmly. "Sienna, I may not know exactly what Mason said, but even if it's not the GloryPath Construction project, what about the next one? He's just going to keep holding this over you"

Sienna's eyes shifted, a flicker of emotion passing through them.

She's right. If I keep letting him control me, that bastard will keep threatening me with those photos. I'll never have a way out.

Sienna took a long breath, locking eyes with Summer. After a moment of silence, she bit her lip and said through gritted teeth, "Mason... has nude photos of me. He said, if our firm takes the GloryPath project, he'll leak them to the press."

Merry had just caught up and overheard the last part. She immediately rolled up her sleeves.

"That scumbag did what? I swear, I'm going to beat the hell out of him."

summer frowned. "Merry, if you storm over there now, those photos could be all

sooner."

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Havenbrook by tomorrow-if not

king garage.

In the parking garage.

Summer scanned the area and spotted a tall, lean man in the distance just about to slide into his car.

She quickly moved toward him-at first walking, then picking up speed until she was running in her heels. The sound of her heels clicking sharply across the concrete.

"Fraser" she called out

Under Pressure

It was the first time Fraser had ever seen Summer running toward him like this.

Something unfamiliar stirred in his chest.

Summer, afraid he'd leave, had run faster than she realized.

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When she reached him, he opened his arms and caught her effortlessly. He spoke casually, a trace of amusement in his voice. "What's the rush? I'm not going anywhere."

Summer, still catching her breath, said, "I. I need to talk to you.”

Fraser raised a brow, casually amused. "Let me guess-it must be important if you came running like that. You need a favor, right?"

Summer's face was flushed-whether it was from the run or getting called out on her intentions, she couldn't even tell

Fraser's lips curved slightly, a faint, amused smile playing at the corners. "Looks like I guessed right. Summer, when you ask me for a favor. just know it comes at a price.

Summer's clear eyes sparkled. She paused for a moment, then lightly slipped her fingers into his palm. Her voice was soft. "What kind of price?"

Fraser glanced down, his gaze drifting to her hand in his. Something about it made his chest tighten just a little.

This woman's gotten clever, he thought. She's figured out here to play her cards Smart girl.

"Get in the car first."

Summer didn't argue. She followed him into the passenger seat

Inside the sleek, black, limited-edition Cullinan, Fraser gripped the steering wheel with one hand. With the other, he absentmindedly brushed his fingers along hers as he started the car.

They pulled smoothly onto the main road. Summer turned to glance at him.

He kept his eyes on the road, his profile sharp and defined-high-bridged nose, lips pressed into a faint line. He sat behind the wheel with effortless poise, and when they stopped at a red light his graceful fingers tapped the steering wheel in a slow, steady rhythm.

Summer's gaze lingered a little too long.

Damn, she thought, he really is my type.

She finally spoke. "Fraser, can you help me look into someone? His name's Mason Aldridge."

Fraser arched a brow. "Mason?"

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The Price of a Favor

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Summer continued, "Mason's the one who started mocking Aspira Design

Institute-he's the head of Prospera Design Studio.

Fraser shot her a sideways glance, his tone light and teasing. "What, you want me to get revenge for you?"

"No-he's holding something over Sienna."

At that, Fraser let out a disinterested "hmm," his expression unreadable, like he couldn't be bothered to care.

Summer looked over, trying to figure out what he was thinking. “Sienn

her."

a really close friend of mine. I just want to help

you're willing to pour

Fraser let out a soft scoff, his voice light and dismissive. "You really care about her, huh? So much that y all your money into a design firm that's barely hanging on?"

Summer caught the edge of sarcasm in his tone.

Her teeth pressed lightly into her lower lip before she responded, her voice steady.

"When I first met Sienna, I hadn't even been brought back to the Stewart family yet. I loved drawing, and it was Sienna who asked her mentor to let me join their lessons. Later, when I had to take on part-time jobs to cover my expenses, she was afraid they'd hold me back-so she always found ways to help and support me. A lot of our classmates used to talk behind my back, saying I was only sticking close to her for personal gain. But every single time, Sienna stood up for me."

As she spoke, more memories came flooding back.

Back then, Sienna had truly done a lot for her.

She

e was one of the few people who had shown her warmth.

Summer had always been someone who lived by her principles.

If someone was kind to her, she'd return the favor-no hesitation. But if someone crossed her, she never let it slide.

She glanced at Fraser, still focused on the road.

Outside, sunlight filtered through the trees, scattering soft, dappled shadows across Fraser's face. His lashes were long and dark, the shadows gently veiling his eyes, making his expression hard to read

Sitting in the passenger seat, Summer slowly turned her gaze toward the windshield. Her voice was soft, a little drained. "You've lived a life I can't relate to, Fraser. You've never had to worry about surviving-so yeah, I don't expect you to get it.

Fraser turned and caught a glimpse of the frustration on her face.

With one hand still on the wheel, he reached over and gave her cheek a playful pinch.

"I never said I wouldn't help. No need to pout."

Summer frowned. "You didn't exactly say you'd help. And you made it sound like my investment was a waste."

Fraser kept his eyes on the road, his expression unreadable. He tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingers. "It was a bad investment. If it were me, I'd start a new firm instead of throwing money at one that's falling apart. But Summer, when it comes to investing, it's not just about the business. Sometimes, it's about the people behind it. If you know exactly why you're doing it and you're ready to handle the outcome-then, yeah. It's worth it."

Something shifted inside Summer at that.

Only then did she realize Fraser wasn't criticizing-he was breaking it down from a business perspective.

Then Fraser spoke again, his voice low and smooth, with a trace of amusement. "I'll help-but it's going to cost you more The Price of a Favor

With the Graham Group behind him. Fraser was easily the wealthiest man in all of Havenbrook.

And she didn't exactly have much to offer-not in cash, anyway

The only thing I really have is me

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Summer lowered her head and pressed her lips together. After a brief pause, she mumbled. Tonight I'll help you."

Fraser was still driving when he heard it. He turned his head slightly, his dark, narrow eyes glancing sharply at her, laced with amusement. "Help me with what?"

Summer's face turned bright red, the blush creeping across her cheeks. Flustered, she snapped. You know exactly what I mean. Don't play dumb!"

Fraser's usually calm eyes shimmered with a teasing glint, and a soft smile rugged at his lips. Why are you blushing so hard,

Summer?

Summer had already worked up the courage to say it-now she was being teased on top of it. Embarrassed and annoyed, she huffed. Forget it. I'll offer you something else instead.""

The black limited-edition Cullinan sped down the road, then suddenly made a smooth turn into a quiet

Fraser hit the brakes and pulled into a secluded corner

The next second, he reached over and pulled her straight into his lap.

Summer landed in his arms, straddling him in the driver's seat

sade street.

Fraser's gaze burned as he looked up at her, his voice low and rough. "You get

me all worked up. Then say Forget it? That's cruel, Summer."

Sitting on his lap, she could feel the tension in his body-the sculpted muscle beneath her, the heat radiating off his skin.

Her breathing grew shallow, her heart pounding louder with every beat.

It had been a long time since they'd been in each other's arms.

In the tight space of the driver's seat, she felt completely surrounded by him. The

faint scent of pine clung to him-sharp. addictive, and far too easy to get lost in.

 

Chapter 188

Just You and Me

Warmth surged through her, her pulse quickening with every second.

"I didn't mean right now," she whispered.

Fraser's eyes darkened, the flicker of desire unmistakable. His tone was serious. Too late. It's already happening"

Summer looked down instinctively-her eyes dropped to his suit pants

She could see it. The tension beneath the fabric was impossible to miss.

Her voice trembled, "Can't you hold off a little?"

Fraser's throat moved as he swallowed. His voice dropped, deep and deliberate. "Help me."

She instinctively tried to squeeze her legs together-only to realize she was pressed against his

She could hear the deep, teasing laughter rumble through his chest, sending a jolt straight through her.

Summer swallowed hard, hanging on to her last shred of control. "Can't we.. wait till we're home?"

Finished

Fraser sighed as if she were asking the impossible. "Can't. What needs to happen has to happen now-I can't wait. Summer... you feel it too, don't you? I need you. Now."

God. This man is unreal. She thought, utterly overwhelmed.

Hearing that, her lips went dry, and her heart started racing.

She wanted to say no.

Wanted to push him away-until Fraser gently took her hands and placed them on his chest.

Fraser leaned in, his handsome features closing the distance between them.

His lips brushed hers-soft, teasing-before trailing slowly to her ear, where he whispered and let his mouth linger against her skin.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Exactly where to touch.

Her whole body tingled, a wave of electricity spreading from her core to her fingertips.

She made one last attempt at resistance. "We we can't. Someone could see."

Fraser's lips curled into a slow, teasing smile as he murmured against her ear, "The windows are tinted. No one can see a thing. Be good, babe... take care of it."

After a moment, Summer's lashes fluttered-and in the end, she gave in to Fraser's relentless coaxing.

Soon, the quiet of the car filled with low, uneven breaths, his soft groans mixing with her own.

She turned her head slightly. He was still perfectly put together-suit untouched, expression composed-but his eyes told a different story, dark, stormy, and burning with desire.

He leaned against her shoulder, breathing slowly.

The car was silent now, but the air clung to them-thick with warmth, breath, and

the haze of what they'd just done. Just You and Me

You were amazing, babe."

The blush that had just started to fade from Summer's cheeks came rushing back. Her face warmed all over again.

She looked down, her gaze soft and a little flustered, and muttered under her breath. "You're such a jerk."

Finished

Fraser gave her a warm, amused look. "Not exactly the ideal spot for round two," he said casually, "so I'll make it up to you tonight."

Summer turned away quickly. "Who says I want you to?"

Fraser raised a brow, voice low and playful. "Guess that makes you the one in charge tonight."

Summer rolled her eyes and reached over to lower the window, letting some of the heat escape from the car

She cleared her throat, eager to shift the mood. "You said once I gave you what you wanted, you'd look into Mason."

Fraser chuckled and twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. "You really are a heartless little thing"

He laughed softly to himself. If she ever gave me even a little of that softness. I'd probably lose my mind.

They arrived back at Ravenshire Boulevard,

Lately, they'd been heading home together.

Inside the elevator, Summer was still feeling awkward.

Even after wiping her hands clean, she still felt sticky-like his scent was clinging to her.

She kept her head down, eyes locked on the tips of her silver heels.

Fraser leaned against the wall and glanced over at her, drawling, “What are you looking for down there? You've been staring at the floor forever."

Summer bit her lip and lifted her head, shooting him a glare with those shimmering eyes

Her gaze didn't hold much weight, but her eyes were bright and clear, reflecting a soft glimmer of light.

Fraser's gaze drifted down to her feet.

Those slim silver heels with delicate ties around her ankles.. Her toes were neat and polished, painted a soft blush pink-chic, delicate, and undeniably pretty.

Fraser was still holding her hand, but now his fingers moved slowly over hers, every motion intentional. His voice dipped lower, rich with teasing amusement. "Pink everywhere, huh?"

Fraser's tone was warm and teasing, just brushing the edge of something deeper.

His gaze slid downward, trailing slowly to her feet, steady and deliberate.

A soft shiver crept up Summer's spine before she could stop it.

She instinctively curled her toes.

Just then, the elevator dinged-66th floor.

 

Chapter 189

Temptation in the Air

Finished

Summer immediately pulled her hand out of Fraser's and headed straight inside. She kicked off her heels and walked into the bedroom.

Fraser trailed behind, unhurried. His eyes lingered on the hem of her dress as it swayed with each step. A faint smirk played on his lips.

Summer sat on the bed, pressing her hands to her face, hoping the heat would pass

Her cheeks had been burning all day, and now even her breath felt unsteady.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a WhatsApp video call.

It was Yvette.

Summer picked up.

"Babe!" Yvette beamed from the screen. I'm back tomorrow-come over for a sleepover party!"

Summer remembered that Sienna hadn't been in the best mood lately and thought it might be good to bring her along for a fun night.

"Sure, I'll bring Sienna too,"

"Wait a sec... This doesn't look like your place. Summer, where are you?"

Just then, the bedroom door swung open.

Fraser strolled in, casual and unhurried.

Yvette's voice rang out loud and clear in the room

Summer hadn't expected her to notice the background and froze for a second, unsure how to respond. She lowered her voice and muttered, Tm... at a friend's place."

Without a word, Fraser glanced over and walked past, his expression unreadable. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, his long fingers paused briefly before he resumed loosening his tie

But Yvette wasn't letting it go. "Nice try. Who else do you have besides me? And that's definitely not my place. Wait-don't tell me you've officially moved in with Mr. Graham?"

Fraser raised an eyebrow. Not bad, he thought. Her friend's not completely clueless

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, tossing it casually into the laundry basket. His chest was lean and defined, every muscle smooth and sharp, tapering into a tight, sculpted corc.

Summer's eyes lingered just a second too long. She swallowed hard and quickly looked away, her voice shaky. "It's not exactly living together"

Yvette waved her hand dismissively on the screen. "Okay, okay, I'm not your mom-I'm not going to give you a hard time. But honestly, Mr. Graham could've at least shown a little courtesy. We're your close friends, and he didn't even take us out to dinner so we could get to know him?"

Fraser's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at Summer's awkward expression.

So being in a relationship means you're expected to treat her friends and make a good impression. If you don't, it reflects badly on her. Alright. I'll have Mike handle it.

Yvette wasn't done "Okay, real talk. I've never lived with a guy before-what's it like? I bet the sex is amazing, right? Your face is so red. Wait am I interrupting something?"

Temptation in the Air

sexy to keep his eyes on you-

I've got stuff to do. Got to go. Sumter blurted and hung up before she could say another word.

He hadn't even reached the bathroom vet. Tall and lean shirtless, he walked over with quiet, effortless confidence

Finished

Bracing both hands on the edge of the bed, he leaned in, surrounding Summer in his arms. Slowly, he leaned down, his handsome face hovering just inches from hers. One hand tilted her chin up as he whispered in her ear warm breath brushing her skin. I think your friend had a pretty solid idea."

Summer let out an awkward laugh "She's always saying ridiculous stuff.

Fraser's voice turned husky. Something sexy, huh? Lingerie Should I be expecting

a nurse outht: A Light attendant Or something a little more... daring?"

"Fraser!” Her voice was soft, almost pleading, and the way she said his name sent a shiver through them both.

"I can hear you," he murmured. "No need to shout

Fraser's eyes glinted-dark, intense, undeniably seductive. There was something restrained in the way he looked at her- controlled, almost dangerous. Her chest tightened

He pushed a little further. "How about we start with a shower? Could be fun." Summer felt his breath mixing with hers, the air around them growing thick with heat.

Her breath caught. If I stay here any longer. I'm going to give in again.... She pressed a finger to his chest. "Nope. You go ahead. I've got work to finish. Before he could stop her, she ducked under his arm and slipped away.

Fraser watched her make her escape, that flustered, slightly panicked expression still fresh in his mind. A faint, amused smile. played at his lips.

Without saying a word, he turned and headed toward the bathroom, pulling off his belt as he walked and letting it drop to the

floor.

Summer stepped out of the bedroom, went to the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of cold water. She took a long sip.

The icy chill spread through her chest, finally slowing her heartbeat.

She pulled out her phone and called Merry.

 

Chapter 190

Stirring the Heat

Finished

Now that she had officially taken on the GloryPath Construction project, Summer needed to start preparing contracts and follow-up details. It was time to get Merry moving on the next steps

Over the phone, Merry sounded hesitant. "Summer, what about Sienna? What should we do about her?"

Summer remembered Fraser's promise-he said he'd look into it, and she believed him.

That was why she'd had the confidence to take on the project in the first place.

"I've already got someone checking into Mason," Summer told Merry. "We should have answers soon. Let's just move forward as planned."

After ending the call, Summer stared at her phone for a moment, lost in thought.

When did this happen?When did I start relying on him to much? Trusting him this much?

She'd never even felt this way about Trevor.

The realization unsettled her,

Fraser came out of the bedroom, fresh from a shower.

He was wearing a black T-shirt and gray lounge pants. His damp hair was still dripping, and a white towel hung around his neck as he casually dried it off.

He leaned lazily against the kitchen doorway.

In the kitchen, her hair was swept up into a loose bun, revealing the pale curve of her neck-graceful and poised. She stood with her head slightly bowed, completely focused on making dinner.

The warm kitchen light cast a soft glow over her. The shirt dress she wore highlighted her tall, elegant figure. Her profile was soft and serene, her movements smooth and sure-every step in the kitchen was practiced and graceful. She looked effortlessly beautiful, relaxed, and completely at ease.

Fraser walked over slowly, each step confident and unhurried.

He slipped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin gently on her shoulder. His voice was low, rough, and teasing. "What's for dinner?"

Summer was pan-searing steaks when she suddenly felt his warmth at her back-the solid weight of his body pressing gently into hers. Before she could react, he had her in his arms,

Fraser still smelled fresh from the shower-clean soap layered with that familiar trace of pine that rushed through her senses.

For a split second, her mind blanked.

The spatula in her hand slipped slightly, and hot oil nearly splashed from the pan. Fraser caught her hand just in time and flipped the steak himself. "Careful. Don't zone out while cooking"

Seriously? You're the one who showed up out of nowhere and distracted me. You should go. I've got it handled."

"Didn't know you could cook," he said, still standing close.

Summer had actually picked it up years ago-back when she was with Trevor

But knowing how intense and possessive Fraser could be, she decided not to mention that part.

Stirring the Heat

Summer stared at him, speechless.

Just then. her phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message.

With the spatula sull in her hand. Summer said. "Can you check that for me? I can't grab it right now."

Fraser picked up her phone from the counter and, without hesitation, unlocked it with a swipe.

Summer blinked. "Wait, how do you know my passcode? I didn't tell you."

"I guessed"

Summer pouted. I couldn't even begin to guess yours

Fraser casually said. "1115"

Summer froze just as she was about to turn off the stove. That was her birthday.

She was just about to ask why-why he'd use her birthday as his password-when he spoke again.

"It's from your assistant"

Summer snapped out of it. "Oh I'll reply to her later."

It was probably Merry updating her on work

Fraser was about to lock the phone again when something on the screen caught

his eye.

The name on t

the screen was "Jerk" His brow lifted slightly

Then, without warning, he leaned in and gently bit her earlobe. "I'm the jerk?" "Ah-"She gasped softly.

It didn't hurt, but the light, teasing pressure sent a tingle straight down her spine. Only then did she remember the nickname she'd set for him a while back.

Finished

"That was just" Summer started to explain, then gave up with a huff. "Well you're always teasing me. What else was I supposed to call you?

Fraser tapped the screen again, casually opening the chat.

And then, without warning, his eyes landed on a message. "It's thundering. I'm scared"

His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at those words.

He didn't remember ever getting that message.

Then it clicked. That day. Maximus collapsed with a sudden brain bleed. Fraser

had rushed to donate blood. His phone, along with his clothes, had been handed off to the staff.

A heavy silence fell between them.

Summer quietly finished plating the steak, setting it on a white dish.

"Summer," Fraser said, his voice low and a little rough.