My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 163

At that moment Sha bit her lower lip, her eyes starting to shimmer. Her throat tightened, and for a second, she looked like she might cry—but not from fear, not from pressure but From joy.

Then she turned slowly, her eyes settling on Raymond and Valentina.

Her voice was soft, shaky, but filled with sincerity. "Thank you... thank you both for believing in me."

She took a breath.

"I know you were behind this," she continued, her eyes still on them. "I know Mr.Raymond... Valentina... this couldn’t have happened without you. You... you gave me this shot. And because of you... my dream will finally come true."

Valentina’s smile was warm, proud. She didn’t need to say a word. The look on her face—the glint of shared pride, the way her eyes softened—said it all. She was proud. Not just of Sha, but of Raymond too.

Then Sha looked back at Mr. Adrian.

Then, slowly but firmly, she picked up the pen.

And signed the contract.

The air in the room felt heavy—like something unseen had just shifted the entire atmosphere.

Edward’s mouth parted, but no sound came out. His body slumped slightly, like he’d been punched in the gut. He looked at the documents on the table again, as if hoping they’d vanish.

’Three billion dollars?’

At that moment Darren gripped the edge of the chair so tightly his knuckles turned white. His breathing slowed, chest tight, like he had just watched his own future slipping out of reach. He blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed.

Avery stood still, her arms crossed, but her fingers were twitching. She kept her expression composed—barely—but inside, everything was unraveling. Three billion?

She glanced at Raymond, her thoughts spiraling. Could it really be him? Is he the one behind this? What does he actually do? Where did he come from?

The way Mr.Adrian had greeted him, the respect, the precision, the control... it wasn’t ordinary. It didn’t feel like two acquaintances. It felt like someone greeting someone above him.

But none of it made sense. None of this makes sense anymore, Avery thought, her mind racing. And for once, she had nothing to say. Nothing clever. Nothing cruel.

She turned slowly to glance at Liam.

He was just as frozen as she was.

His jaw clenched, his lips drawn in a hard line, but his eyes betrayed everything—shock, confusion... and something close to fear.

Then, as the silence thickened, Mr.Adrian calmly stepped away from Sha.

Without uttering a word, he walked toward the man on the right, the second briefcase still unopened.

Andre reached in and pulled out another set of documents.

Then, with firm, unhurried steps, he turned—and walked straight toward Valentina.

The silence in the room was no longer awkward—it was terrifying.

Mr. Adrian reached Valentina, then stopped.

Without saying a word, he bowed. A full, deep ninety-degree bow. It wasn’t rushed, and it wasn’t shallow. It was the kind of bow that only meant one thing—honor.

At that moment Everyone froze.

Then Mr.Adrian slowly straightened, held out the document with both hands, and his voice rang out with certainty.

"Miss Valentina... with honor and admiration, GSK would like to invest twenty billion dollars into your vision."

At that moment a soft gasp escaped someone’s lips.

But that was nothing compared to what followed.

Eyes widened, Liam’s breath caught in his throat.

And Avery’s legs almost gave out beneath her.

"What...?" she muttered under her breath. Her voice was barely audible, shaky. "Twenty... did he say twenty billion?"

Her throat felt dry. Her mind was scrambling for logic, for something that could explain this. Then she whispered again, almost to herself, "But the highest contract GSK has ever signed off was fifteen billion... and that was with the Harrington family—one of the top five in the country."

She blinked rapidly, her eyes narrowing on Valentina, who was still trying to process what just happened.

"How—how is this possible?"

She turned slowly toward Liam, searching for some confirmation that maybe she heard wrong. Maybe this was a staged prank, a joke. But Liam didn’t even move.

He stood rooted to the spot, eyes fixed on Raymond and Valentina, lips sealed. His jaw tightened, but he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. It was as if everything he’d believed about status, about worth, about Raymond—had just exploded right in front of him.

Then Edward staggered a step back, muttering to himself. "We’re dead," he said, his voice shaking. "We’re actually dead. This... this was our biggest mistake."

His gaze darted around the room, panic slowly setting in. "We insulted her. We tried to humiliate them and destroyed properties."

His knees buckled slightly. "We picked the wrong people."

Valentina’s hands trembled around the folder.

She hadn’t even opened it yet.

Her heart was thudding, her breath shaky. All the voices in the room had faded out, like distant echoes, until there was only one person her eyes could find

Her husband.

She turned to look at him. Really look at him.

He just stood there, calm as always. No smugness. No pride. Just that quiet strength in his eyes, the same strength he always carried whenever she doubted herself. But this time... this was different.

She leaned in slightly and whispered, voice low and almost disbelieving, "How did you pull this off? Raymond... this is too much. This... it’s everything."

At that moment Raymond gave that small, familiar smile—the one that always made her chest flutter—and gently reached out to pat her head like he always did, fingers brushing softly through her hair.

"You deserve it, Valentina," he said. "Every single bit of it. And I’m here to give it to you. I promised, remember? And now, here it is."

Immediately Something inside her cracked—something deep, something that had been holding back tears, holding back belief.

And just like that, she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Valentina threw her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug, burying her face against his shoulder, smiling through the tears that threatened to escape.

She didn’t care who was watching.

Avery had tried so hard to bring her down.

But here she was. Not just standing—but rising.

Because of him, And for the first time in her life... she felt seen.

She slowly pulled away from the embrace, wiped her eyes, and with steady hands, she signed the contract.

As the last stroke of her pen slid across the page, Mr.Adrian turned and approached the final man, the one still holding the unopened briefcase.

Without a word, Adrian clicked the locks open.