When Cullen and Nate stepped into the exclusive private dining room, Niall and Sabrina were already seated at the mahogany table, chatting quietly.

Niall glanced up, noticing the satisfied expression on Nate' face. "You look unusually pleased with yourself tonight. What happened?"

Nate settled into his chair with an amused chuckle. "Nothing particularly noteworthy. Just encountered someone who provided unexpected entertainment."

The evening progressed smoothly, with conversation flowing over expertly prepared courses. When the meal concluded, Cullen and Sabrina made their way home through the quiet city streets.

The moment their car pulled into the driveway, Sabrina practically bounced out of her seat. She rushed toward the front entrance, her voice echoing through the spacious foyer. "Mom! Mom, we're back!"

Chelsea emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. Her expression carried a hint of regret as she addressed the eager girl. "I'm afraid Mrs. Dennis hasn't returned home yet."

Sabrina's face fell instantly, disappointment clouding her features. "What's going on lately? Mom's never around anymore." She trudged toward the staircase, muttering under her breath about her mother's mysterious absences.

Cullen remained motionless in the entryway, his jaw set in a hard line. Chelsea noticed his stillness and approached cautiously.

"Mr. Dennis? Is there anything you need?"

He shook his head curtly, dismissing her concern. "No. Nothing at all." With that, he followed his daughter upstairs, his footsteps heavy against the marble steps.

Throughout the long night, Cullen remained acutely aware of Veronica's continued absence. The empty space beside him in their king-sized bed felt like a chasm that grew wider with each passing hour.

Dawn broke over the Dennis mansion, and Sabrina descended the stairs with renewed hope. She had convinced herself that she would find her mother in the kitchen, preparing the breakfast she had grown to anticipate with such pleasure.

Instead, she discovered Chelsea's simple cooking arranged on the dining table. Her face scrunched in confusion and frustration. "Mom didn't make breakfast again?"

Chelsea's voice carried gentle sympathy. "Mrs. Dennis never came home last night, dear."

Sabrina's brow furrowed as she processed this information. "That's so strange. Where could she have gone? Did she decide to stay at Granny's house again?"

Chelsea chose her words carefully, unwilling to speculate about her employer's whereabouts. "That seems like the most reasonable explanation."

Sabrina turned her questioning gaze toward her father, who had just entered the dining room. "Dad, do you know where Mom went?"

Cullen's response was maddeningly casual as he reached for his coffee cup. "If her whereabouts concern you so much, perhaps you should call and ask her directly."

Sabrina sighed in exasperation. "Fine. I'll ask her about it when she gets home tonight."

Meanwhile, across the city, Veronica had spent the night in her small apartment and arrived at DataPulse's offices after a quiet breakfast. She was reviewing product specifications when Dario approached her desk, ready to discuss their latest development project.

Before he could begin their meeting, his phone rang with an urgent tone. He glanced at the caller ID and answered immediately.

The voice on the other end was tense and businesslike. "I need to ask you something important. Has your company somehow antagonized the Dennis family recently?"

Dario felt his stomach drop, confusion evident in his voice. "What are you talking about?"

He looked directly at Veronica before activating the speakerphone function.

The caller continued with obvious concern. "Someone representing Dennis interests has been making inquiries about ways to create difficulties for your company. We managed to deflect their initial approaches, but I thought you should know."

Veronica felt her blood turn to ice, her hands automatically clenching into tight fists. The implications hit her like a physical blow.

Ever since that disastrous evening at the charity banquet, she had been waiting for Cullen's retaliation. When days passed without any direct confrontation about her clash with Niall, she had foolishly allowed herself to believe he might let the matter slide.

How naive she had been. Cullen wasn't the type to engage in heated arguments or dramatic confrontations. He was far more calculating than that. Instead of wasting time on emotional outbursts, he had chosen to demonstrate his power through action. Since she had dared to challenge Niall, he would ensure she understood the consequences of crossing someone under his protection.

Dario quickly grasped the gravity of their situation as well. He reached over and placed a reassuring hand over Veronica's trembling fingers. "Don't let this worry you too much. DataPulse has cultivated strong relationships with several government agencies over the years. They won't be able to inflict any real damage on us."

Veronica nodded, though her anxiety remained palpable. She was grateful for those protective connections. Without them, Cullen's influence and vast financial resources could have easily crushed DataPulse entirely, or at minimum dealt them a crippling blow that would take years to recover from.

The realization of how fiercely Cullen would fight to defend Niall sent a sharp pain through her chest.

Dario studied her pale face with growing concern. "If they can't touch DataPulse directly, do you think they might target the Murray family instead?"

Veronica considered this possibility before shaking her head with more confidence than she felt. "I don't believe so."

Cook's presence in Cullen's life provided a buffer that even he wouldn't dare cross lightly. His respect for his grandmother would prevent him from making any moves against the Murray family, at least for now.

Dario exhaled slowly, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "That's a relief."

As the workday drew to a close, Veronica's phone buzzed with an incoming call from Sabrina. The girl's voice carried a plaintive quality that tugged at Veronica's heart. "Mom, when are you planning to come home? I'm absolutely starving."

Veronica kept her tone neutral, trying not to reveal her inner turmoil. "Why don't you ask Chelsea to prepare something for you?"

"Because I've been craving your honey garlic spare ribs since last time," Sabrina replied with the persistence only a teenager could muster. "You promised to make them, remember?"

Every instinct told Veronica to avoid the Dennis mansion. The thought of facing that house, with all its memories and complications, felt overwhelming.

She pressed her fingertips against her temples, trying to ease the tension headache that had been building all day. Before she could formulate a response, Sabrina added another piece of information that caught her attention.

"Dad left on some business trip, so it's just me and Chelsea here. I'm so incredibly bored, Mom. Please come home soon."

The news that Cullen had left town created an unexpected shift in Veronica's thinking. Her relationship with him was essentially over, heading inevitably toward divorce papers and legal proceedings. His whereabouts shouldn't matter to her anymore.

But Sabrina was different. Regardless of how her marriage crumbled, Veronica had made a commitment to care for this girl until she reached adulthood. That responsibility couldn't be abandoned simply because her relationship with Cullen had become impossible to sustain.

The weight of that obligation settled heavily on her shoulders as she considered her next move.