Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 320

The moment Howard caught wind of Sarah's plan, he gave the order without hesitation.

Amber Group had always been his. He was simply reclaiming what was rightfully his. And when it came to playing dirty, Howard never let sentiment get in the way.

He glanced at his phone. On the screen, Rachel was trying on two barely-there scraps of fabric—white on pale skin and lace clinging to her waist. Everything was just enough to tease and conceal.

His blood surged. Without another thought, he rushed home.

Outside, wind and rain lashed the windows. Inside, white silk fluttered like snow. Bathed in warm light and the scent of burning candles, two figures merged into

one.

...

Two days later, no matter how much fight Howard still had in him, even he couldn't hold up against Rachel's nightly ferocity. He was clearly running on fumes during the shareholders' meeting.

His pen slipped from his fingers, bounced off a folder, and flew before landing perfectly in Andrew Stone's cup with a splash that sent water flying and startled gasps across the table.

"What the hell, Howard! We're in the middle of a meeting and you're throwing pens in my drink? Do you think that I've been slacking off? I've been pulling all- nighters cleaning up your daughter's mess!"

in a pale gray suit now stained

The documents on the table were ruined

few of the senior board members

Howard's fed up with all of us. Spacing out like that

with the funding, Howard, then put the damn proposal on the table and shut us up. Quit throwing tantrums in front of us like you're still

annoyed. And naturally, the juniors followed suit, murmuring in low voices and

finally snapped back to reality, Howard forced a tired apology, yet the dark circles under his eyes betrayed his exhaustion. Somehow, he pushed through the rest

as he left, the resentment in the room still clung

care. All he wanted was to crash. His body had nothing

young as you used to be. Some things are better in moderation. Don't burn out for nothing," Edgar

mere assistant really commenting on his bedroom

gaze turned ice-cold. "I know my own damn limits. Since when did a junior assistant like you could lecture me? Don't

to replace you, and bring me two cups of

table. "I tried to help, and this is what I get in return? No wonder everyone at Jansen Group has had enough of you. I shouldn't have followed you around these

a glorified errand

even my personal aid

hell do you