Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 566

Chapter 566: The Apology

The Bentley dove into the downtown canyons like it was hunting something worth bleeding for. Glass towers flashed past in shards of sapphire reflections, the city multiplying the car into a thousand versions of sin. Kayla drove like she’d stolen the night and was daring it to chase her, but beneath all that curated control, I could feel the nerves under her skin, vibrating like a phone she was trying not to look at.

She slid into a private underground garage beneath a building so sleek and anonymous it practically whispered NDA at passing pedestrians.

When the engine cut, the silence hit like a dropped guillotine.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"My apology," she said.

No smile. No flourish. Just those two words, quiet and lethal.

The private elevator swallowed us whole. Concrete, steel, mirrored walls. The air was tight with the tension of things people don’t say until they’re ready to set the floor on fire. Kayla stood close enough that her perfume curled into my lungs—jasmine, voltage, and the faintest threat of regret sharpened into purpose.

Her fingers tapped against her thigh, a tiny SOS. The predator was nervous. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The elevator dinged.

The hallway was all polished concrete and industrial lighting, that curated corporate minimalism that screamed tech money and sleepless ambition. At the end: double glass doors, frosted lettering glowing like a challenge.

NEXUS BLOCKCHAIN SOLUTIONS

She pulled out a keycard. Her hand shook. Not dramatically—just enough to betray her.

"After you," she murmured.

Inside, the world opened like she’d carved it out of the city with a laser.

Three thousand square feet of raw, weaponized potential.

Floor-to-ceiling glass along the far wall, LA sprawled below like a galaxy flattened across the asphalt. But that wasn’t what hit me.

It was the ecosystem. The studio. The forge.

This wasn’t just an office; it was a high-end digital forge. Eight workstations formed the main floor, each a pinnacle of tech-savvy opulence. Curved Samsung Odyssey G9 ultrawide monitors, 49-inch beasts of glass and light. Herman Miller Aeron chairs, the kind of support you needed for 16-hour coding marathons.

Custom mechanical keyboards with Cherry MX switches, the satisfying clack of a true enthusiast’s tool. Each station was a fortress of productivity.

Against one wall, a serious server rack hummed with quiet, immense power. Dell PowerEdge systems, their blinking status lights a rhythmic pulse of life, housed in a climate-controlled enclosure.

This wasn’t for show.

This was a live, operational nerve center. A glass-walled conference room to the left held a massive display screen for presentations.

Every available surface was covered in whiteboard paint, scrawled with equations and systems architecture flowcharts—a visible record of frantic, brilliant brainstorming. And upstairs, visible through a glass railing, were two offices. Identical. Facing each other.

A blockchain development studio, I thought, drifting through the space like I was afraid it might vanish if I breathed too hard. My mind flicked instantly into calculation mode, running numbers and futures and worst-case scenarios.

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