THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY. Chapter 22

"This isn’t business... this is punishnt," another muttered.

Bartholow Ainsley, still seated at the head of the table, suddenly shifted in his chair, his cold, calculating eyes slowly locking onto Jas. Jas, who was quiet now, still trying to make sense of what just happened, suddenly felt the weight of that stare.

The tension thickened as Bartholow Ainsley narrowed his eyes. The energy in the room shifted. Even the others sensed sothing was about to break.

Jas looked up—and froze.

Bartholow Ainsley face was stern. But behind that sternness was sothing more dangerous.

Suspicion.

A sharp silence spread across the room again, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

At that mont Jas sat up straighter, sensing the change.

Then, Bartholow Ainsley spoke, slowly and with a voice that cut deep.

"Jas."

Jas didn’t respond imdiately.

"Jas..." Bartholow Ainsley repeated, firr this ti.

Jas t his eyes. "Yes?"

"Are you... absolutely sure," Bartholow Ainsley said, voice low and even, "that this didn’t happen because of you?"

Jas blinked.

"I... I don’t understand."

Bartholow Ainsley’s expression didn’t change. If anything, it grew colder. More piercing.

"Did you offend soone? Soone connected to the Victors? Soone above them?" he asked. "Did you insult soone without knowing who they were? Disregard a ssage? Ruin a deal? Did you... step on the wrong person’s toes?"

At that mont the room went silent again. Every man now turned to look at Jas. Their fear and confusion were slowly twisting into suspicion. Not because they hated Jas, but because they were desperate for soone to bla. And Jas, being the outsider at that mont, the one newly pulled into their circle, suddenly beca the most reasonable explanation.

Imdiately Jas looked around and swallowed.

He was stunned. "No," he said quietly. "No... I—I didn’t do anything... At least, not that I know of."

But even as he said it, a strange shadow passed through his own mind.

Because deep down, even he wasn’t entirely sure anymore.

At that mont, the room was no longer a place for business it had turned into a silent courtroom, and Jas was clearly the man on trial.

Now all eyes turned toward him.

Not a single person said anything, but the looks on their faces said it all.

Their eyes were sharp. Angry, disappointed, Suspicious.

Jas could feel it. The pressure on his chest. The weight of unspoken accusations. He hadn’t even opened his mouth yet, but the room already seed to have decided he was guilty. And worst of all? He had no idea what cri he was being blad for.

He could feel it in their energy no one was on his side anymore.

He looked from one man to another, So shifted in their seats, So crossed their arms. Others tapped their fingers against the table, unable to hide their frustration.

It was Bartholow Ainsley who broke the silence.

Still calm, but there was no mistaking the steel behind his voice.

"Jas..." he said again, staring directly at him, "what exactly did you do to make the Victors blacklist every single person in this room?"

Again Jas swallowed hard. "Nothing," he said. "I—I swear, I didn’t do anything. I don’t even understand what’s going on. you called here for a eting. How could I...?"

He trailed off.

Because even he knew no one in that room believed him anymore.

Bartholow Ainsley didn’t flinch. "You expect us to believe this is a coincidence? That Victor postpones the signing of the biggest contract in your company’s history on the sa day you walk into this eting and now all of us are blacklisted?"

The other n remained silent, but their faces were tense.

Then, suddenly, another voice chid in. It was one of the older businessn at the far end of the table Mr. Darnell. He leaned forward, his voice low and thoughtful.

"No... this feels familiar," he said. "I heard sothing like this before but didn’t take it seriously."

Everyone turned to him.

Darnell continued, "A few minutes ago in the sa ceremony, three top families families with deep ties to the Victors were suddenly blacklisted. Their businesses would definitely crashed within days. Why? Because they invited Victor to a private gathering... and also invited soone the Victors personally despised. Soone they had warned everyone to stay away from."

Jas frowned. "And what does that have to do with ?"

Darnell looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Maybe you’re that person."

Jas’s heart skipped.

"That doesn’t make any sense," he said. "Victor and I... we’re not even enemies. We’ve had so talks. Nothing negative happened. I’ve never disrespected them—"

Bartholow Ainsley cut in. "Maybe not directly. But maybe you crossed a line without realizing it. Maybe you were seen with soone, said sothing, or did sothing that offended them."

Imdiately Jas shook his head, trying to fight off the rising anxiety. "No... No, I don’t think so."

But then he paused.

His thoughts raced. His mind went back to the day before yesterday. That brief mont when he refused to speak with Victor’s assistant over the phone, thinking it was just a routine call. He hadn’t ant it in any offensive way. He was just tired. Busy. Caught up in his own issues.

Could that be it? Did that tiny mont turn into this? as Jas sat back in his seat, uncertain, the realization began to take shape across the table. Darnell nodded slowly and said, "The Victors don’t always fight with words, they fight with silence. With power. You crossed them... and we’re all paying the price."

At that mont, the heavy silence in the room was no longer confusion it was fear.

Real fear.

A cold, sinking feeling that clung to every man sitting at that VIP table. Their minds, once busy calculating profits and partnerships, were now reeling with one terrible realization: They had brought this on themselves.

The truth hit like a slap across the face.

At that mont Soone among them no, not just soone... Jas had unknowingly dragged all of them into a war they didn’t even realize they had declared. A war against the Victors.

And that was a war no one won, one of the n finally broke the silence, his voice dry and hoarse like sandpaper. "It’s true," he said slowly. "We... we must’ve triggered this ourselves. Sohow, so way, we stepped on a landmine. And the Victor family doesn’t play gas. They... they destroy."

Another nodded, clenching his jaw. "We dug our own grave."

A third man ran his hands down his face in disbelief. "This can’t be happening. Just this morning we were talking about expanding our reach with that contract. Now we’re all blacklisted. How do we even begin to fix this?"

Bartholow Ainsley sat forward, eyes fixed coldly on Jas. "The answer is already clear," he said in a low tone. "There’s only one way out of this."