Sassy Orphan And The Twin CEOs

he events of the day. As CEO, he had presided over the discussion, guiding his senior executives through a thorough analysis of the company's quarterly per

ns made around the polished conference table

e vehicle. As Chase drove, the wind whispered through the open window, creating a soothing melody that harmonized with the hum of the engine. Wi

bion, a notorious sniper, standing outside the SUV. A young woman was being dragged out of the SUV by Fabion and another man. They were taking her deeper into

would do, he was all about bloodshed and elimination. Or he could just pretend he never saw the gun Fabion was holding, or the bloodstained white shirt th

towards Chris, his twin brother, stemmed from a deep-seated feeling of neglect. Growing up, their parents had always seemed to favour Chris, showering him with attention and affection that Chase felt he could never quite match. It wasn't that their parents hated Chase, or that

Chase inheriting a mere 45% compared to Chris's 55%. This blatant favouritism, even in death, had felt like a crushing blow to Chase's already fragile sense of self-worth. Feeling betrayed and unlo

his Rolls-Royce Phantom, his feet pounding the ground in urgency. He quickly unlocked the door, slid into the driver's seat, and started the engine. As he sped down the road, the tires screeched in protest as he took the turns, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew every

ight, Chase could clearly see how terribly her face was swollen, with a huge gash above her left eyebrow. The bullet wound was deep, and blood was pourin

d she looked up at Chase with a mixture of fear and pain. She tried to speak, but her voice was barely a whisper. Chase quickly pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it against the gash o