He Played Poor for 99 Rounds, I Won on the Last One Chapter 07

He Played Poor for 99 Rounds, I Won on the Last One Chapter 07

Dorian was the only one left behind.

He hadn’t touched me earlier. Now he just stood there, like he had something to say but couldn’t

find the words.

I didn’t give him the chance.

Alaric carried me straight to the car and took me to a private medical center to check my injuries.

By the time we got home, a crowd had already gathered outside the Viremont Estate.

They were the heads of the families involved-the ones who had come to apologize.

My father had made his stance clear before leaving earlier. Not only would there be consequences,

but all existing business ties had already been cut.

Several companies had lost their supply chains and funding overnight. Within days, they would

collapse.

The rest had gotten the message.

They rushed over, desperate to salvage what they could.

“Mr. Thorne, Mrs. Thorne, please-show some mercy. We’ll discipline our people when we get

back.”

“We won’t let this happen again. Let’s not damage future cooperation over this.”

“Yes, it wasn’t just one person. Surely you can overlook it this once…”

Alaric didn’t respond.

He let me speak.

I looked at them, calm and unmoved.

“The Viremonts and the Thornes are cutting all ties with you,” I said evenly. “You’ll take

responsibility for what your people did.”

“Now leave. Don’t block my driveway.”

That was it.

No room for negotiation.

Their expressions stiffened, embarrassment turning into irritation.

“Mrs. Thorne, you’re young. You don’t understand how business works. It’s about mutual benefit.”

“You think you can speak for both families? Letting a woman take charge-this is exactly the

problem.”

One of them turned to Alaric, forcing a smile.

“Mr. Thorne, you wouldn’t agree with this, would you?”

Alaric didn’t hesitate.

“Celia speaks for the Thorne family,” he said flatly. “Her decision is mine.”

“And as for you-I won’t be working with any of you again.”

Right then, my father stepped out, Elliot in his arms

“I’ll make this clear,” he said. “Starting next month, Viremont Holdings will be entirely under my

daughter’s control.”

His gaze swept across them.

“She makes the decisions.”

That ended it.

No one dared argue further. They left in silence, already scrambling for damage control.

I took Elliot from my father and kissed his cheek. He must have been terrified earlier.

But he looked up at me and said softly, “I’m with you, Mom. I love you.”

Something in my chest softened.

With family like this-people who stood behind me without question-I felt nothing but certainty.

Alaric brought in top legal counsel. Everyone who had laid a hand on me would be charged to the

fullest extent.

Their companies lost every remaining partner overnight. Bankruptcy followed quickly.

Even their own families had no interest in helping them anymore.

What I didn’t expect was Dorian showing up at my gate.

Instead of dealing with his own collapsing situation he had the time to come find me.

He stood in the middle of the road, blocking my car

I wasn’t about to run him over, so I lowered the window.

“What do you want?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he leaned slightly, studying Elliot in the back seat, his brows drawn together.

“Celia,” he said slowly, “is that child mine?”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“I’ve been looking at him,” he continued, completely serious. “He looks like me when I was

younger.”

His gaze sharpened.

“When we broke up… were you already pregnant? Is that why you disappeared?”

For a second, I genuinely wondered if he had lost his mind.

“Are you hearing yourself?” I said flatly. “Have you even considered his age?”

Dorian frowned, as if he had already thought it through.

“I looked it up,” he said. “Some kids develop slower They can appear three or four years younger than they actually are.”

He nodded slightly, convinced.

“If

you

do the math, there’s a high chance he’s mine I’m going to get a paternity test done.”

I almost laughed.

Then the anger hit.

“Dorian, are you insane?” I snapped. “You think my son has a developmental issue just so you can make this fantasy work?”