Empire 73

This chapter makes a quiet but clear adjustment to the story. Small choices and brief pauses point the plot in a new direction. The shift is steady, not loud, and it sets up what comes next.

A few actions and reactions stand out. A held-back answer, a quick decision, or a look that lingers changes how characters see each other. These beats feel small now but carry weight forward.

Emotions sit just under the surface. The tone shows doubt, hope, or pressure even when the words stay measured. What is not said guides the scene as much as what is spoken.

Earlier choices and old tensions shape how people act here. History does not repeat, but it limits and nudges. The present is easier to read when the past is kept in view.

Trust, distance, and leverage shift by degrees. Roles adjust, and the space between characters changes shape. By the end, connections are not exactly what they were.

Objects, gestures, and setting notes do quiet work. They mirror the mood and hint at motives. Paying attention to them clarifies what is at stake.

Short remarks, paused replies, and choices made too quickly point to what will matter soon. The chapter plants markers that future scenes will pick up.

A few sentences carry the heart of the scene. They show fear, resolve, or longing in simple words. These are the lines that will echo next chapter.

Ethan had a presence that was impossible to ignore. Even from across the room, his commanding aura sent a clear message: strangers, keep your distance.

Really, it was only someone like Ramona with her flawless looks and steady nerves–who could stand calmly by his side without shrinking away.

“Ramona, you and Mr. Jordon look perfect together! I saw you two exchange rings just now, and honestly, it was so moving.”

The girl sitting next to Nova wiped at her eyes, her voice thick as she sniffled.

“Oh, come on, what are you all doing? It’s just an engagement, not a wedding… Why are you crying?”

“I’m crying because Ramona deserves this…”

“Yeah, she’s finally found her happiness…”

“Mr. Jordon, you have to know, Ramona is truly the best! Her beauty is honestly the smallest of her virtues. There are so many wonderful things about her. Please, you have to cherish her!”

Among everyone at Holt Group, only these few women knew about the real relationship between Jotham and Ramona.

Even after things reached this point, it was only after they’d left the company that Ramona finally confided in them.

Back when she was at Holt Group, Ramona was so dedicated and professional that no one had the slightest clue about her and Jotham. If it had been any of them, and Jotham had treated them this way, they’d have snatched up their own team long ago and left without looking back.

Being praised like this right in front of Ethan made Ramona blush with embarrassment. She quickly tried to steer the conversation away. “Okay, that’s enough. Mr. Jordon, you should get back to your work. These girls are just exaggerating, you don’t need to pay them any mind…”

“I actually think they’re right.”

Ethan’s reply was calm, but instead of leaving, he sat down beside her. He looked around the table. Though the air around him was still cool and reserved, his voice was unexpectedly gentle.

“If there’s more to say, I’d like to hear it. What other good things can you tell me about Ramona?”

Even Ash, who followed Ethan everywhere, was visibly surprised. He’d never seen his boss act this approachable, not even with the Jordon Group’s own partners.

“Oh, there’s plenty more!”

The girl next to Nova jumped in eagerly.

Ramona’s cheeks grew even redder. “Dinner’s being served, aren’t you all hungry? I’m starving, honestly…”

She hurriedly picked up a serving spoon and started piling slices of roast beef onto everyone’s plates, hoping to keep them too busy eating to continue their praise.

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But when she reached Ethan’s plate, she hesitated, fork poised in midair.

Ethan looked over at her expectantly. “And mine?”

Ramona paused, surprised. She hadn’t thought Ethan would actually sit with them. There was a whole table of Jordon Group executives still waiting for him. When they’d come over, Ethan had just said he wanted to greet her friends for a moment.

“Mr. Jordon, maybe you should go join Shelby’s table. She’s been waiting for you, and it seems like she has something to discuss.”

“Whatever it is, it can wait,” Ethan replied, his tone unwavering as he reached for the serving utensils again.

But instead of serving himself, he took the last piece of roast beef and placed it on Ramona’s plate. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ f͟i͟n͟d͟n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟.net

“Tonight, I’m here to be with you.”

The moment those words left his lips, Ramona felt something inside her shift.

The others around them burst into playful cheers and teasing, but she couldn’t look away from Ethan. Whenever he said things like this, his voice was always so steady and composed–yet somehow, it always felt so intimate, so…

Heart–fluttering.

“Ethan.”

A cold female voice cut through the din from behind.

Ramona turned, her heart skipping a beat as she recognized the woman weaving toward them, wine glass in hand. It was the same woman who’d danced with Ethan at the gala that night, his childhood friend, Nadia Shepard.

Nadia had dressed to the nines, her pale blue silk dress clearly custom–tailored, shimmering with understated elegance. A delicate white shawl draped over her shoulders, highlighting her already–refined aura.

But her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy–she’d clearly had more than a few drinks.

“Nadia. What are you doing here?”

Ethan’s voice dropped a notch, cool and guarded.

“You’re getting engaged. How could I not come to congratulate you?”

Nadia lifted her glass to Ethan, then let her gaze slide over to Ramona.

She looked Ramona up and down, then smiled, a little too sweetly. “Ms. Jarrett, you’re truly beautiful. No wonder Ethan chose you for his fiancée… From every angle, you two look like you belong together.”

The jealousy in her tone was so strong, Ramona could almost taste it.

Clearly, Nadia’s feelings for Ethan ran deep.

It was Ramona’s engagement party, so she accepted the compliments graciously, whether genuine or laced with bitterness.

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“Thank you, Ms. Shepard. You look stunning tonight as well.”

Nadia was striking, with elegant features and an icy beauty.

“Beauty’s not everything,” Nadia said, her voice dropping. “Sometimes you just have bad

luck–meeting the right person at the wrong time, or the wrong person at the right time.” She glanced back at Ethan, eyes suddenly shining with unshed tears.

Ramona didn’t quite catch her meaning, but the girls at the table sensed drama brewing. Their

expressions grew tense, bracing themselves for whatever might come next.

Chapter 74

The scene closes, but its pressure does not. Something has shifted, and the next step will have to meet it. The feeling is unfinished on purpose.

Expect tighter tension and fewer safe options. Hidden truths may press forward. The path ahead should feel earned and a bit sharper.

Which choice will echo the longest? Who revealed the most by saying the least? How might today’s restraint become tomorrow’s turning point?

Rules, memory, and the setting frame each decision. Inside that frame, even small moves gain size. The chapter belongs to its world as much as to its people.

With this chapter done, the story steps forward—quieter, clearer, and ready to show what those choices mean.