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!"

suit now stained with coffee,

on the table were ruined

senior board members looked over, visibly

Seems to me Howard's fed up with all of us. Spacing out

on the table and shut us up. Quit throwing tantrums in front of us like you're

followed suit, murmuring in low

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

left, the resentment in the room still

wanted was to crash. His body had nothing left to

as young as you used to be. Some things are better in moderation. Don't burn out

really commenting on his bedroom life

turned ice-cold. "I know my own damn limits. Since when did a junior

can't read the room. Get someone to replace

his ID badge on the 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 past few

a glorified

not even my personal aid

do