With fervor in her eyes and suppressed hatred, Beatrice rose without saying goodbye to the Campbell family and set off in pursuit of her daughter Clarice. Her strong footsteps echoed in the awkward silence that dominated the majestic hall of the mansion.
The departure of the Campbells from the Phillips residence was marked by a terrible and oppressive atmosphere, where conflicting emotions intertwined, creating a sense of despair and desolation. A bitter taste settled in everyone's mouths as if something precious had been broken and destroyed, leaving a deep sense of displeasure.
Trying to find a glimmer of positivity amidst the chaos, Mallet Campbell compared the night to a stealthy attack, where everyone emerged wounded but managed to survive. A hint of humor accompanied this observation, an attempt to alleviate the gravity of the situation.
Jared Phillips was stunned, his face displaying an expression of astonishment as he stared fixedly at his son, Oliver. The same questions echoed in his mind: the meeting at the Kadman Hotel? How was it possible for someone to discover about the encounter? Did someone leak information?
Oliver replayed the events in his mind, trying to find any detail that might have gone unnoticed. However, no matter how many times he revisited the sequence of events, the answers remained the same; it was as if a fog of uncertainty enveloped them.
The starting point of everything was a mysterious email that Clarice received. A hacker had infiltrated her account and started writing about absurd conspiracy theories involving an unknown world.
Oliver explained that after Taylor's apartment was invaded and ransacked, Adam took her to the safety of the Kadman family residence. The intention was to protect her, but now Oliver questioned whether this change of location had been traced.
In truth, what Oliver really wanted to know was if Callum and Adam somehow suspected the existence of a possible organization behind all of this. He believed that all the threats were connected to Callum, as he accumulated enemies in every sphere.
Adam and Callum were both Alpha Primes, ruthless predators who not only devoured companies and individuals but swallowed them whole, leaving no bones behind. They embodied an unrelenting predatory instinct, moving with the cunning and efficiency of supreme predators.
Like two power-hungry tigers, they dominated the business scene, consuming territories and leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Their once proud and confident prey were reduced to mere fragments, completely engulfed by Adam and Callum's ambition and unmatched ability.
Jared listened attentively to his son's words. Yes, Adam and Callum were devouring renowned entrepreneurs and corporations, and any attempt to form a coalition against them was doomed to fail.
Amidst the discussions and quest for answers, Robert Phillips remained silent, adopting a Stoic posture. In a solemn moment, he uttered words that carried deep wisdom: "Destiny is a complex order that unfolds over time. It depends on circumstances and actions that are beyond our understanding, a 'necessary cause' that governs everything or the 'reason' why the world is ruled."
Robert's words conveyed a message of acceptance in the face of destiny and an understanding that uncontrollable forces play a significant role in shaping events. It was advice to let go of resistance and acknowledge the unpredictability of life, embracing the fluidity of the events that shape the course of life.
Beatrice slowly opened the door to Clarice's room, revealing a dreamlike scene unfolding before her. The environment exuded an atmosphere of elegance and refinement, with a color palette dominated by golden and rose hues. The luxurious bed, worthy of a medieval castle, was the centerpiece of the room, adorned with fine and delicate fabrics. Classic furniture completed the decor, bringing an air of sophistication to the space. On one of the walls, a giant canvas portrayed Clarice and Callum, their radiant smiles are frozen in time. Fresh flowers perfumed the air, adding a touch of delicacy and romance to the space.
As Beatrice entered the room, a deep and anguished sob filled the air—it was her sweet daughter. Clarice was sitting in front of the mirror, tears streaming down her face. Her shoulders trembled under the weight of sorrow, her breath interrupted by stifled sobs. The trembling in her hands revealed the intensity of the pain consuming her. Her vacant gaze reflected the emptiness that now inhabited her heart. It was the end of a dream, the crumbling of all the hopes she had placed in a perfect husband, now revealed as an illusion.
Callum's speech had been devastating, penetrating deep into her soul. Despite carefully chosen words and apparent logic, he had made it clear that he was seeking compatibility that surpassed the 71% they shared. Those words tore through her heart, making her question her own identity and worth. Each sentence echoed in her mind as a painful confirmation of her deepest insecurities.
With a calm demeanor disguising her hidden intentions, Beatrice approached Clarice. At that moment, her malevolent intentions hid in the depths of her mind. She stood before her daughter, casting a gaze that conveyed veiled threats. With her voice cloaked in an intimidating tone, Beatrice uttered her sinister words: "It's time for you to show Callum who you are."
She was unable to think of any objective facts because this obsession was so strong in her thoughts. Beatrice was determined to show everyone that the presence of the omega, a result of an accident, wouldn't make Clarice a target of mockery. With words laden with villainous emphasis, she declared that she would do anything to achieve her goal.
"You will show everyone that this omega was an accident, and no one will dare to mock you because of it," Beatrice proclaimed fervently.
Next, Beatrice set her instructions for the next day, outlining her approach and perspectives for the following day. "Tomorrow, call Taylor and inquire about the situation in the Kadman family."
At the official residence of the Campbells, the sound of the helicopter blade gradually faded, giving way to an imposing silence that enveloped the spacious mansion. The main entrance revealed a long, well-lit hallway adorned with luxurious details, exuding a sense of grandeur that permeated the environment.
As Lord Mallet crossed the imposing doors of the mansion, he couldn't contain his most important question, one that sought confirmation of compatibility. Hearing the result of 100% filled his heart with lightness, as it meant that his legacy would be upheld and perpetuated with strong descendants, fulfilling his desire to leave his rising legacy.
Callum, in turn, explained to his grandfather that he had always sought a striking presence in his life. He yearned for someone who would make him question, "What am I doing now?" Driven by a deep intuition, he searched for someone whose sounds, scents, and mere existence would stir his emotions, leading him to a personal awakening and a sense of completeness.
Lord Mallet responded to his grandson with satisfaction, "I'm glad you were able to find and discover that Alpha side that was previously unknown."
Lady Sarah remained silent, attentively observing the conversation between grandfather and grandson. She decided to intervene, interrupting the dialogue with a direct question to her son. Her voice carried a mix of concern and challenge as she questioned whether he fully understood what he was saying.
"Do you realize what you're saying, my son?" she asked. "I didn't raise you to be governed by the laws of the ABO world. We are superior beings, above such limitations. We can't let ourselves be ruled by mere worldly concepts."
Callum felt the intensity of the moment, and his gaze met his mother's. It was a clash of ideas and perspectives, a battle between tradition, freedom, and the rules of the ABO world. He would need to find the right words to respond.
"Callum, my grandson," Lord Mallet said in a conciliatory tone, "how are things going with your work? It would be best for you to settle in your penthouse near the Campbell International conglomerate. There, you'll be closer to your responsibilities and able to focus better."
Lord Mallet's suggestion aimed to divert attention from the imminent conflict and provide a more neutral topic for discussion. He knew that a private conversation between Lady Sarah and himself would be necessary to address more delicate and complex matters.
While Callum considered his grandfather's suggestion, Lord Mallet gave a meaningful look to Lady Sarah, signaling that they needed to talk alone.
A few minutes passed, and Lord Mallet, sitting in his comfortable armchair in his private room, requested Lady Sarah's presence. He called Aubree, the butler, and asked him to inform his daughter-in-law that he would like to speak with her in private.
Aubree, with impeccable posture, followed the instructions and went in search of Lady Sarah. Finding her in one of the rooms, Aubree discreetly conveyed Lord Mallet's message.
Shortly after Aubree's departure, Lady Sarah made her way to the private room, where her father-in-law awaited her. Upon entering the room, she noticed Lord Mallet's fierce gaze directed at her, an expression that did not go unnoticed.
Lord Mallet broke the tense silence by questioning Lady Sarah with a firm and penetrating voice, "Have you forgotten the reason you became Lady Campbell? Was it for your compatibility with my late son Gordon, who is no longer with us? Have 40 years been enough to erase your former life from your memory?"