Chapter 634 All Rested on His Decisions
Before meeting Devin, Tilda had only pictured marrying Jude as a hazy idea, far off in the distance. She used to think… maybe they weren’t meant for marriage at all, just love. That felt like the safest, happiest way to live. But after opening up to Devin and seeing the depth of Jude’s hurt, Tilda finally understood where her heart truly stood. Just as Jude would stay by her side even if the whole world turned on her, he would fight for her and stand as her rock. Now it was her turn.
She was determined to sweep away the shadows the Bells had cast over Jude. From this day forward, I will never let the man I love suffer again. Devin personally walked her down to the base of the mountain. Before they parted, Tilda turned to him. “Could I get your contact info? I swear nothing from today will ever be shared, but if I ever want to reach out, I hope you’ll be open. I still want to understand more about Jude.”
Devin’s face lit up with a hint of surprise before he nodded. “Of course. I’m always around. Whenever I have time, I come to Serenity Abbey. You can join me for tea in my cabin, and we’ll talk.” “Sounds perfect.”
Tilda slid into her Porsche Cayenne and pulled onto the highway. For a moment, she hesitated, then her expression tightened. She gripped the wheel and steered straight toward DY Group headquarters. She didn’t call Jude. She wasn’t even sure he was in the office. Something deep inside urged her–she had to see him now. Just see him.
At DY Group headquarters, Tilda stepped out of her car and walked right in. The receptionist’s eyes went wide. “Wait… are you Ms. Tilda?” Tilda made no attempt to hide herself. Her face alone was enough of a pass. After everything that had happened, almost everyone in Slosa knew who she was. “I’d like to see Mr. Bell. Is he in his office?”
“Mr. Bell is in a meeting… but you need an appointment. His schedule’s completely full today.” “I have an appointment.” Tilda cut her off. “Search for the name Tilda.”
The receptionist froze, then checked the system. Sure enough, there it was–a meeting booked under Tilda’s name. That’s odd, she thought. I don’t remember seeing this yesterday… Maybe I overlooked it. “My apologies, Ms. Tilda. Please take this pass to the elevator–you’ll find Mr. Bell on the 67th floor.” “Thank you.”
Of course, Tilda had arranged the meeting herself, quietly slipping it into DY Group’s system. She wanted to see Jude at work without warning him first. Her curiosity burned hotter than ever. She swiped the pass and rode the elevator up to the 67th floor. Stepping out, she noticed how still the corridor was, the marble floors gleaming, the walls sleek and modern. She followed the faint sounds ahead, careful not to draw attention.
Outside the glass–walled conference room, she finally saw him–the man she loved. Jude sat at the head of the table, listening intently as a subordinate presented. His face was sharp, intent, with no trace of softness. With perfect features, hair immaculately styled, and a tailored black suit that looked sculpted onto him, he radiated an aura almost inhuman. For a moment, he seemed more like a machine than a man. His long, pale fingers rolled a pen between them, and even that slight motion made the presenter stiffen in fear.
Here at DY Group, Jude was law. No one dared cross him. Every word, every glance, carried weight. With a single comment or a flicker of expression, he could shake the foundations of Slosa’s business world. Lives, fortunes, reputations–they all hinged on his decisions.
Jude didn’t speak until the product manager finally finished. His voice was cool, exact, and merciless, slicing through the proposal and pointing out every flaw. Each word hit with surgical precision, leaving the room reeling. Who else could catch that many errors from a single presentation? The product manager broke into a cold sweat, nearly collapsing under the weight of it, stripped of defense and crushed by the pressure.