Chapter 935

　　Tabitha had no idea if he recognized her as Derek's ex-wife. 　　Under her current identity, she had never officially crossed paths with Cyrus. 　　Forcing her racing pulse under control, she tucked all her panic beneath a calm exterior, smoothly breaking eye contact to turn and walk away. 　　"Hold on." 　　Cyrus's voice came from behind her—deep, steady, carrying the absolute, non-negotiable authority of a predator barking an order right before its prey bolts. 　　The air in the hallway frozen solid the exact second those words left his mouth. 　　Tabitha stopped dead in her tracks, took a deep breath, and slowly turned back around. 　　By the time she faced Cyrus, she had buried every trace of panic deep in her eyes, replacing it with a poised, dignified expression. She spoke in her natural voice. 　　"Can I help you, sir?" 　　Cyrus didn't answer right away. 　　He walked toward her, his steps deliberate and slow. Every footprint hitting the marble floor carried that innate, crushing pressure unique