At the Torres Group building, Blake sat in his office, studying the information that Mark had uncovered.Mark reported respectfully, "The investigation shows that Miss Hartwood has transferred money to her cousin, Diego Chen."Blake's grip tightened on the document.Anger surged through his veins.His suspicions were confirmed. Tally had indeed instigated Diego to make things difficult for Eva.Blake was furious to know she had deceived him again.He couldn't tolerate the repeated betrayal.If Tally weren't George's fiancée, he would have taught her a lesson.At that moment, he received a call from Tally. Blake frowned and hung up the phone immediately.Moments later, his phone rang again.Seeing he wasn't willing to answer, Tally sent him a message."Blake, Eva has deceived you. She secured the smart city project by seducing Owen Lowes, a senior government official."Blake's pupils shrank. He immediately felt Tally was trying to deceive him again.But the next second, Tally sent anot
"Don't listen to her. She is lying!" Javier and Diego firmly denied the accusation in unison, their voices overlapping in a chorus of defiance.Oliver, standing beside Eva, nodded in agreement and added, "You can go into the next room and see for yourself. These two prepared a lot of cash and arranged beautiful women as bribes." His voice carried a tone of certainty, as if he had seen the evidence with his own eyes.The journalist's eyes widened in shock upon hearing this. It was a bombshell revelation, destined to make headlines the next morning.Instantly, the frenzied reporters redirected their focus, rushing to the next room in a chaotic scramble.Javier and Diego were horrified. They tried to stop the reporters but were knocked to the floor by the frenzied mob eager to cover the story."Stop!" Javier shouted, desperation in his voice."You can't go in. Ah!" Diego cried out in pain as they were both trampled mercilessly, their cries drowned out by the chaos.As the calculating wom
Seeing Blake sit there and refuse to leave, Owen's anger boiled over. He decided it was time to teach Blake a lesson.With a clenched jaw, Owen stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Blake with a mix of fury and determination. He had tolerated enough disrespect.Owen's voice was low and intense, cutting through the tension in the room. "You've overstayed your welcome. If you're really sorry for what happened, Mr Torres, then show me you mean it." Owen looked Blake dead in the eye, eyebrows raised.He pointed at a bottle of whiskey on the table.Blake silently picked up the bottle, poured himself a full glass, and downed it in one go, the liquid burning his throat."Are you satisfied, Mr. Lowes?" Blake's voice was laced with bitterness. "Is that sincere enough for you?"Owen's expression remained stoic, unmoved by Blake's display. He crossed his arms, his gaze unwavering.Owen smiled coolly. "Nowhere near enough. If it's an apology you're attempting, then you're going to have to do better
Eva and the others left the private room, but that didn’t stop Blake from drinking.The hard liquor slid down his throat and into his stomach, causing a continuous burning sensation. He welcomed the burn, finding it preferable to the numbness threatening to take over.At one point, Blake couldn’t tell whether it was his stomach or his heart that was in pain. The lines blurred, and the ache in his chest seemed to meld with the fire in his belly, leaving him lost in a haze of physical and emotional turmoil.While Blake was busy spiraling deeper into his drunkenness, he failed to notice the figure standing furtively at the door.The figure stepped closer, revealing a sad, sickly face. It was Tally.She had been hiding outside, her presence masked by the shadows, silently observing Blake's descent.Tally knew that once news of today's events spread, her cousin and uncle would be in big trouble, and it was unlikely she would be able to distance herself from their fallout.If Blake abandone
The next day, Blake awoke from his hangover, his head pounding like a drum. Blinking against the harsh light streaming through the window, he struggled to piece together his surroundings.Through his daze, he felt a cool, damp cloth gently wiping his face. A familiar scent wafted through the air, a mix of lavender and something distinctly comforting.Was Eva taking care of him?No, it couldn't be. Eva's touch was always tender, her movements careful and soft. This touch, though gentle, was different—more practiced, deliberate. Blake’s heart raced as he tried to make sense of the situation, the fog in his mind slowly beginning to lift.Blake frowned and slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually coming into focus. To his surprise, a maid was sitting on the edge of his bed."Mr. Torres, you're awake," she said cheerfully, her voice filled with relief. "I made you some soup. Please, have some."Setting the towel aside, the maid reached over to help him sit up, her movements careful and
Blake was working tirelessly for Eva, putting in countless hours and immense effort on her behalf. Yet, here she was, laughing heartily at the news, even though she was at the center of ridicule.Owen exclaimed angrily, "Quit laughing, Eva. This matter is serious. Aren't you mad about it?""Ha-ha... Uncle Owen... I can't help it. This news... It's just so hilarious. Ha-ha!" Eva responded between fits of laughter.As Eva read the headline, she laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face.The news claimed she was in an intimate relationship with a mysterious high-ranking official. The accompanying photo showed her leaning in close to a man whose face was blurred, as if she were whispering something into his ear. Their bodies were so close, it suggested an undeniable intimacy between them, fueling speculation and adding intrigue to the story. The image was suggestive enough to make it appear as though there was something going on between them, sparking a whirlwind of gossip and con
Blake was lost in thought after hanging up. Something about the whole situation didn't add up. He had a gut feeling that Xian hadn't acted alone, even though he refused to admit it. It didn't make sense that his friend, who merely disliked Eva, would go to such great lengths to assassinate her character with a fake photo.Someone else had to be behind this. But who exactly was it?Blake replayed the events of the previous night in his mind, scrutinizing every action of the people who had been present.A crowd of reporters came out of nowhere after he had arrived.It didn't seem like a mere coincidence. On the contrary, it looked like a set-up, as they had rushed to Eva's private dining room as if they had received a tip-off from someone. Their timing was too precise to be random, suggesting that someone had orchestrated the situation.As Blake connected the dots, his face darkened.He shouted towards the door, "Mark!"A second later, Mark rushed into the office and asked, "Mr. Torres
Everyone in the meeting room was eager to see how Eva would prove to them that she was capable of heading the project. Their intense gazes were fixed on her face, waiting for her to make her move. The tension in the room was palpable as they awaited her response.Eva's eyes swept through the meeting room. She then began to point at each designer one after the other."Hailey, you are in charge of the hospital project. Your top priorities are the safe and sanitary standards of the building, which include the usage of the new anti-bacterial decoration materials. In addition, it's your job to make sure there is room for the easy movement of larger surgical equipment and from the operation room.""Bela, during the execution of the school project, you have to keep in mind that it's a place of learning. The quality, safety and education functions must all be placed on the same importance level. None is more important that the other. Make sure the dormitory isn't far away from the canteen and