Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 991

Ever since James came back to the Capital, things at Nelson Corporation had been anything but quiet. People who once stood firmly by Tyler’s side were starting to rethink their loyalties. Everyone knew Mr. Nelson was a wolf, sharpened by years of cutthroat business. Now that he was back, the whole company felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for a storm to hit.

Tyler, though, looked as calm as ever in his huge CEO office. He sat in his wheelchair, drumming his fingers against the armrest, the steady sound echoing through the quiet room. What really caught him off guard was how James hadn’t reacted at all to the “gift” he’d sent over. The Smart Health AI prosthetic was supposed to be his ace up his sleeve, something to embarrass Emmy and throw her off her game. Sales were still climbing. The internet was full of glowing reviews. He knew Emmy—she would never back down from a challenge, not professionally. And James was just as proud. There was no way they’d just sit there and take it.

So why the silence? Was James planning something huge behind the scenes? Tyler narrowed his eyes, a hint of cruelty flashing across his face. But when he sent someone to check on Emmy, the news only made him more uneasy. She hadn’t come back after winning her award overseas. Instead, she’d chosen to keep studying. And not just anywhere—she’d gotten into a top neuroscience lab at Harvard.

“What? Harvard?” Isabel almost choked when she heard. “That’s impossible. How could she ever get into Harvard’s research group?” She knew better than anyone how hard it was to break into that circle. She’d studied abroad for four years, done everything she could to squeeze into those elite labs, but never even got close. Places like that were filled with the world’s brightest minds. For most people, even finding the door was out of reach.

“What did she do to deserve it? Rely on her looks?” Isabel scoffed. “How does she have this kind of luck?” The jealousy twisted inside her, hard and sharp. Why did Emmy get everything so easily? The awards, the chances, even the kind of devoted love Isabel had spent her whole life dreaming about.

Tyler watched her unravel, his fingers going still. “Luck counts as its own kind of strength,” he said quietly. “Looks like she wants to win back her pride with real skill. She’s got more guts than I thought.”

Isabel let out another cold laugh. “She isn’t even trained in neuroscience. She’ll have to start from zero. By the time she comes up with anything new, our AI prosthetics will already own the market.”

Tyler’s eyes darkened. He hated underestimating anyone, and he hated losing control even more. “That doesn’t mean you can relax. Never look down on anyone who stands against us.”

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