Third Person's POV Freya watched the sccene with a cold, calculating gaze. It was obvious now-the chaos at Caelum Grafton's company had been orchestrated by Silas. And Caelum had brought it all upon himself. Tomorrow, the stock price of Grafton Technologies would plummet again, and Freya could already imagine the downward spiral that awaited the company. A company that she had once helped build, nurtured, and elevate to the heights of The Capital's tech elite was now teetering on the edge of collapse. Grafton Technologies, once a symbol of ambition and brilliance, was about to fall from the pinnacle into the abyss. Debt would accumulate faster than even Caelum could anticipate, turning him from a celebrated young tycoon into a bankrupt man struggling to pay off obligations he could barely manage. Life shifted with brutal swiftness; the transformation was both fascinating and terrifying. Lana ever eager for gossip, leaned in with a wicked smile. "Looks like Siverfang Technologies is going down the drain tonight. The shareholders are going to be tearing their hair out over this. And as for Caelum… well, he was just begging you to return to his company not ten minutes ago. Now he's about to lose everything-and I doubt the Winslow family will let him off easy. What do you think they'll do to him?" Freya's eyes narrowed. "Whatever they do, it's none of my concern." Lana laughed softly. "True. The uninformed still think Caelum was some kind of tech prodigy, a rising star in the industry. Ridiculous. The moment you stepped away, his empire began crumbling. Honestly… did you expect this?" Freya gave a slow nod. "Given his arrogance, unless he delegated real authority to capable professionals, there's no way he could sustain a public company of this size." Caelum's hubris had always been his weakness; he overestimated his own abilities. Freya had predicted bankruptcy eventually, but the pace at which it would occur now was far faster than she had imagined. Lana's eyes gleamed with mischief. "I really want to see his mother and Giselle when they get out of custody and realize Caelum's a penniless wreck. The expressions on their faces will be priceless." Freya allowed herself a small smirk. There was a savage satisfaction in knowing that some predators would finally taste consequences, even if temporary. The world of the packs-and humans-was unforgiving, and Caelum had proven he was no exception. At that moment, Lana's WolfComm buzzed insistently. She glanced at the screen, frowning when she saw Victor Ashford's name. A faint blush colored her cheeks before she answered. "I'm waiting outside the investor gala. When will you be out?" Victor's voice was deep, calm, and commanding, yet there was an edge that made it clear this was not a casual call. Lana straightened, startled. "You didn't mention meeting today.""I just did," he replied, the faintest growl in his tone. A moment of silence passed, and Lana muttered under her breath. "Figures." She glanced at Freya. "Just give me ten minutes. I'll come out." Freya watched Lana move away, her wolf senses picking up the tension radiating from Victor even through the WolfComm. Victor Ashford had a presence that could dominate a room-and a pack-without raising his voice. She felt a familiar stir of caution, a wolfish instinct that reminded her how dangerous these interactions could become. Outside, Lana spotted Victor's car waiting, black and imposing. As she approached, the driver's side window rolled down, revealing Victor's sharp, piercing gaze. "Get in," he said simply. Lana raised an eyebrow, contemplating opening the rear door, but Victor's cold glance made her reconsider. "What, you actually think I'm your driver?" he said. "Sit up front." She muttered something under her breath, resisting the urge to complain, and circled the car to take the passenger seat. Victor's presence was suffocating, yet magnetic, his aura exuding the restrained power of an Alpha. "Now, what do you want?" Lana asked, settling into the seat, her posture relaxed but her senses alert. "Isn't it obvious?" Victor replied smoothly. "We're together now. Boyfriend seeing girlfriend-are there problems with that?" "No… not really," Lana said, forcing calm, though a slight tension coiled in her gut. Victor started the car, the engine a low growl, as if mirroring the wolfish intensity in his gaze. "We have a dinner engagement. You're coming with me." Lana tilted her head, curiosity piqued, though she did not protest. Dinners and corporate gatherings were second nature to her, and today's outfit-a sleek ensemble that balanced authority with elegance-was perfect for such a scenario. Her eyes drifted to Victor again. The tailored black suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, the deep navy shirt beneath adding a mysterious, almost predatory elegance. The blue tie, sharp and precise, completed the look. She couldn't help but think, with a small smirk, that if someone blindfolded him with the tie, he would still command the room.