Chapter 183: Ambrose’s Anger
Alaric confronted the issue head-on, his words cutting straight to the point. Ambrose’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Mr. Alaric, you’re truly perceptive. Or maybe Stellan really does like you now and feels comfortable telling you everything.”
“Indeed, she’s willing to tell me everything, including…” Alaric paused, letting the tension build before he continued, his tone turning colder, “The fact that you used vague, baseless evidence to threaten my wife into leaving me and coming back to you.”
Ambrose swallowed hard, his nerves shot. He hadn’t expected Stellan to confide in Alaric like that, but now the truth was out in the open. There was no denying it. Stellan’s relationship with Alaric was solid—she had fallen for him deeply, without reservation.
Alaric’s piercing gaze remained fixed on him. “No explanations?” he asked when Ambrose remained silent.
Ambrose’s fists clenched tightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Since Mr. Alaric already knows everything, what else is there to say? I never imagined the world would be so small. The girl I’ve always remembered—now she’s your fiancée.”
Alaric’s voice was cold, unyielding. “I don’t care about the past, but as you said, Stellan is my fiancée now. If you dare to make any inappropriate moves towards her again, I will make you regret it.”
His words weren’t shouted, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.
Ambrose gave a bitter laugh, though it lacked any humor. “Mr. Alaric, are you sure the past is really behind us? Are you so certain Stellan has completely forgotten about me?”
“Ambrose, stop fooling yourself,” Alaric retorted. “If Stellan still had feelings for you, she wouldn’t have confided all of this in me. And if you truly cared for her, why do you act like a coward when you see her? Crouching in front of her without acknowledging her existence? How pathetic.”
The words stung, shattering what little pride Ambrose had left. Alaric’s directness left him no room to hide.
“This is my first and final warning,” Alaric continued, his tone steely. “If you ever come near Galatea again, I will make you lose everything.”
The finality of the statement hit Ambrose like a physical blow. Losing everything—he had worked too hard to get where he was, to risk it all because of a few words from Alaric. It was a threat that cut deep.
Alaric’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t need me to elaborate on your background. Although your abilities surpass Todd Vale’s, he is favored. Otherwise, after you joined the company, Mr. Todd Senior deliberately rebranded Vale Group to Far East International. You know better than anyone the significance of Nexus Innovations Entertainment City.”
Ambrose’s lips trembled as he clenched them shut, trying to suppress the violent emotions swirling inside him. He could feel his body shaking, his mind reeling.
The mention of his past—his mother’s disgrace, his time in the Vale family—struck a raw nerve. The memories of his shame, of the bullying he had endured, all of it resurfaced in an instant.
His background was his weakness, and Alaric knew it.
Ambrose had been born into a world of disgrace. His mother had seduced Mr. Todd Senior, become pregnant, and then extorted him. The Todd family despised her, and Ambrose had been forced to endure the Vale family’s cruel treatment, especially from Todd Vale himself.
Every day, he had been tormented, but he swore to rise above it all, to prove himself. And he had. He had secured the Nexus Innovations Entertainment City project and gained Mr. Todd Senior’s approval. Losing that now would leave him with nothing, and he couldn’t stand the thought of it.
“In the future,” Alaric continued, his words like a hammer blow, “all site coordination will be handled by the engineering department. You are not allowed to set foot in the Nexus Innovations headquarters again, let alone approach Galatea. Once the entertainment city project is completed, get out of Arizona. Do you understand?”
Ambrose’s eyes narrowed, his fists trembling with barely contained rage. “Get out,” Alaric finished, his voice final and cold.
With those words, Alaric turned his attention back to his work, dismissing Ambrose without another glance.
Ambrose stood frozen for a moment, seething with rage, before storming out of the office. Once outside Nexus Innovations, he hurried back to his own office, his mind a whirlwind of fury. When he arrived, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He smashed everything on his desk—papers, pens, anything within reach—his hands shaking with fury.
“Alaric!” he shouted, his voice raw with anger. “How dare you threaten me?!”
Denny, his assistant, stood nervously by the door, too frightened to intervene. He watched as Ambrose, unable to control himself, began pounding his desk with his fists.
“CEO Ambrose,” Denny said cautiously, noticing the blood dripping from Ambrose’s hand. “You need to stop—”
But before Denny could finish, Ambrose whipped around and grabbed him by the collar, shaking him violently.
“Why do they have everything?” Ambrose shouted, his voice full of venom. “Alaric, Todd Vale—what are they, besides lucky? Why do they get everything handed to them from birth while I’ve had to claw my way up? Why do they get to sit at the top while I’ve had to struggle for every scrap?!”
His face twisted with a mixture of pain, sorrow, and pure hatred.
Denny, who came from a similar humble background, understood Ambrose’s feelings all too well. He had always been the underdog, fighting against the odds. But there was something about Ambrose’s intensity that was different. The hatred radiating from him now was all-consuming.
“CEO Ambrose,” Denny said carefully, “As you said, they’re just lucky. They don’t have real abilities. They’re all just trash. They’ll fall from grace soon enough.”
Ambrose’s face hardened. “Yes, trash,” he spat, his eyes burning with a crazed fire. “One day, I’ll bring them all down. Those who trampled on me—they deserve to die!”
“Yes, CEO Ambrose,” Denny agreed quickly, his voice filled with urgency. “They’ll all meet a bad end.”
Ambrose’s anger simmered for a moment, and then Denny hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Alaric cares a lot about Ms. Storm… What do you plan to do?”
The question seemed to snap Ambrose back to his senses. He narrowed his eyes, calculating his next move. “I’ve said it before,” he said, his voice chillingly calm. “I want Stellan and I want the directors of the Vale Group. Alaric is just a half-dead, sickly man—who dares to challenge me? If he thinks he can threaten me, he’ll see the consequences.”
Denny nodded. “Yes, if his illness worsens, he might end up in hell. Nothing to fear.”
Ambrose was silent for a long moment, his mind working through his next steps. Finally, he gave a sharp nod. “Continue protecting Stellan’s bodyguards, but be discreet. Keep them vigilant, and make sure they avoid any surveillance. I can’t afford to make any mistakes now. If I slip up, Alaric will have the upper hand, and I’ll never get the chance to turn this around.”