Han's POV (continued)
Tyler had just finished eating, that cocky smirk on his face as he said, "It's good. Not bad."
Coming from him, that was practically a Michelin star review. I smiled without meaning to. Damn him.
I leaned back in my seat. "We've got five days off. No investors, no press, no board meetings… I need it."
Five days to breathe.
Five days to sort out the mess in my head.
To face Elvin and close that chapter cleanly, like adults.
To remember who the hell I was before everything turned into this chaos of emotions and betrayal.
But first—
There was something more urgent.
The chip.
The masterpiece. My life's work. The original prototype. It had never left my side, never touched foreign hands. What we launched the other day? That was just a duplicate—brilliant, but incomplete.
