My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 162

Immediately he nudged his friend beside him.

Darren nodded quickly. "Of course. We didn’t know. If we had known it was GSK—"

"You didn’t care who it belonged to," the manager interrupted from behind Adrian. "That was the problem."

At that moment Adrian raised a hand slightly, and the manager went silent.

Still, Edward persisted. "It’s all just a misunderstanding. We came here in peace. We—we’ll pay. That’s all it was. Nothing more."

But no one believed him anymore. Not even himself.

And as Adrian stood there, eyes locked, unflinching, Edward realized—This wasn’t going to be fixed with money.

At that point, even the air felt confused.

Avery stood frozen, her lips parted, unable to form a single word. Liam glanced at her for some kind of reaction, but even he couldn’t find his usual cocky smirk. Edward, who had just moments ago puffed up like a storm, kept darting his eyes between the broken glass on the floor and the silent man in front of him.

It was like everyone’s mind collectively whispered the same thing—"What is going on?"

Because none of it made sense anymore.

At that moment Adrian finally broke the silence with a calm voice that made everyone straighten involuntarily.

"That’s not why I’m here," he said, voice low but crisp, cutting through the room like a command.

Immediately Edward flinched. Andre blinked. Even the military guy looked sideways, unsure what was coming next.

"I’ll deal with that later," the man added, his eyes briefly sweeping over Edward, then Liam, then Avery. "But not now."

He raised his hand—nothing dramatic, just a simple swipe of two fingers.

Immediately the three men, who had entered earlier, moved quickly. Then two of them stepped forward, each carrying a box—sleek, black, and securely sealed, the kind of box that didn’t need to shout to prove its importance.

The room was thick with tension. The soft echo of the men’s shoes tapping against the marble floor sounded louder than it should have. All eyes followed them—every step bringing more weight, more dread. The two men.

When they stopped in front of Mr. Adrian, the silence became suffocating.

Edward’s legs trembled. Not visibly, but enough for him to feel the betrayal of his own pride. His jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. He didn’t dare lift his eyes to meet Adrian’s. Not now. His mind raced, full of his father’s fury and the consequences that would follow. GSK wasn’t some toy brand—they were untouchable. And now, he had just destroyed some property on their establishments,

His hands itched to fix the situation. But there was nothing to fix.

Darren stood beside him, stiff as a statue. His throat bobbed, but no words came. "There’s no way this Raymond guy can make Adrian punish us. Our families are too big to touch," he tried to convince himself. "Worst case, we pay damages. That’s all. They won’t dare cross that line."

But his heart was lying. And he knew it.

The two men before Darren didn’t spare anyone a glance. They didn’t need to. Their movements were smooth, coordinated. Each man placed a briefcase on the center table with careful precision. Then, without hesitation, they clicked them open in perfect sync.

And the room held its breath.

The soft metallic snap of the briefcases opening felt like the crack of thunder in a room already drowning in silence. A hush swept through the space, every breath held, every eye watching Mr.Adrian like he was royalty announcing judgment.

Without a word,Adrian picked up the sleek, leather-bound folder from the left briefcase. His gaze was unreadable, face calm like still water.

He turned away from the briefcases and began walking—deliberate steps, not rushed, but not slow either. The weight of his presence made the room feel smaller with every stride.

Then he stopped right in front of Sha.

Seeing what was going on everyone watched with open eyes, no one moved.

they didn’t understand why he stopped in front of Sha.

Then, with the dignity of someone who held cities in the palm of his hand, Andre extended the document to her. "Miss Sha," he said, his voice level but filled with impact. "GSK has reviewed your submissions. Effective immediately, your contract proposal has been approved. You are hereby granted an investment fund of three billion dollars to elevate your company to its next level."

The document in his hand trembled slightly—but it wasn’t him. It was her.

Sha’s lips parted, but no words came.

Her knees buckled slightly, and she instinctively reached for the edge of the table behind her.

"T-Three billion?" she whispered, her voice breaking through the silence like a fragile thread. Her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to process what she just heard.

She looked at Adrian, then back at the folder. "I... I only applied for three hundred million," she muttered. "Is this... Is this a mistake? A joke?"

Her hand reached out, but paused mid-air, fingers trembling. Her whole body felt light, like she might float or fall—she didn’t even know which.

At that moment she finally touched the document with the tip of her fingers, hesitant, as if the pages might vanish.

"I... I don’t understand," she said quietly, her voice shaking along with her hand.

Sha stood frozen, her trembling hand still hovering over the folder as if it were made of fire, her heart pounding like a war drum. She couldn’t even lift her eyes.

Then she heard Mr.Adrian’s voice again—steady, calm, reassuring.

"Relax, Miss Sha," he said gently. "This isn’t a joke. You applied for 300 million, yes, but after careful review, the board found your proposal... outstanding."

Then he took a slight step forward, his expression softening. "We saw the depth of your plan, your vision, your grit. And we believe that three billion dollars is what it will truly take to help you achieve it. You earned this."

Her lips parted again, but no words came. Andre looked her in the eye, steady and firm. "You deserve it. Don’t question your worth, Sha. You’ve worked for this moment. Sign it."