“Are you skipping work again? Senna, did I raise you to be useless? You’re going to abandon your responsibilities for some meaningless exhibition?” Mr. Zhang’s voice boomed through the phone, uncaring if it hurt the ears on the other end. “Dad, this is not meaningless. It will benefit us because the one inviting me is Madam Li.” “Madam Li? Which Li?” “Dad, don’t you know Tiffany Li?” Senna clarified. “You’re lying to me, right? Didn’t you offend Tiffany Li by not attending her event? Do you know how hard it was for me to get that invitation? Now, you’re saying she contacted you herself? That makes no sense.” “I knew you wouldn’t believe me. You can have someone follow me to the exhibition. If I’m lying, I’ll resign from my position,” Senna firmly assured him. “Your bet’s not bad. Remember your promise!” Mr. Zhang warned. The old man ended the call first. Senna had anticipated his reaction. In the past, she had been forced out of the company when she had children. It was clear h

"There's no need, I don't want to trouble you," Senna declined politely. "Thanks to you, I got a lucky break this time," Senna said, looking at the man in front of her. "Why are you suddenly thanking me? Oh, is it because of the painting? Are you that happy your painting finally made it to the exhibition?" the man guessed after thinking about what might have prompted the sudden gratitude. "I'll help you get that chance again." "You don't need to do that anymore, President Yan. I’ve found another partner for it. Thanks to you." President Yan's face darkened. "Have you found another man to help you? Is it because I pressured you that you're mad at me?" "No, it's not that. Madam Li gave me a beneficial offer." "Madam Li? I remember, you wanted her support to become the most powerful woman in high society, right?" President Yan began to understand. "Correct." "You're thanking me for that?" "Yes, if you hadn't helped spread my painting, I wouldn't have gotten Mrs. Li's ad

Evander, I've told you, I was just guessing. Let go! If you do this, I will—" Evander cut off Senna. "You will what? Are you going to take the camera from my car and record a video to spread it on the internet?" He tightened his grip on Senna's chin, making it difficult for her to speak. His intense gaze and firm hold triggered Senna's mind to drift back to her past traumas. Unconsciously, tears streamed down from her clear eyes. "Please, let me go." Images of past abuses and violence inflicted by Evander haunted her again. No matter how strong she appeared, the specter of her past trauma always loomed. Evander showed surprise at her sorrowful tears. "Why are you crying? Is this another one of your tricks?" Senna didn't reply, her eyes betraying fear. Evander released his hold on her. "Stop crying! I don't like women like you who cry just because I force them to do—" Slap! Evander was taken aback. The woman who had been trembling in fear moments ago now dared to slap

"Honey!" Belinda tried to mask her anxiety as she wrapped her arm around Evander’s. "I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Finally, I found you." Evander brushed her arm off. "Don’t change the subject. Tell me, was this your fault? Did you deliberately withhold important information from me?" "How could I do that? I even—" "I contacted S Corporation. They said they reached out to you earlier. Why, Belinda? Why did you do this?" "Honey, forgive me. I forgot that—" "Belinda, how long have you been my secretary? Yet you make a mistake like this, or did you do it on purpose?" "No, I swear—oh, my head, it’s spinning." Belinda clutched her head and nearly collapsed. Evander quickly supported her. "I'm sorry for causing you this much stress. Come on, I’ll take you to your room." Evander steadied her, ready to escort her. "Wait! Are you just going to leave?" Senna stopped Evander. Evander reluctantly turned. "What do you want? Make it quick! Can’t you see Belinda is unwell?"

Evander glared at his uncle, his eyes sharp. "Uncle, I will never do that. I'll recover what was lost. You'll see for yourself if I can handle it or not."Jones Qin laughed mockingly. "All you do is brag, but look at your track record. No one believes you can fix this."Evander sighed. "Think what you want. One thing is certain: I won’t give up my position under any circumstances."Jones Qin looked down on him, "You’re so confident about keeping your position. Evander, let’s see if you can win the directors’ support next time."After mocking his nephew, Jones left the office. As he walked out, he spotted Belinda heading toward Evander’s office."Belinda, if Samuel gets kicked out, come to me. My ability to please a woman is no worse than his," Jones whispered, brushing a kiss on her cheek.Belinda was shocked. "Mr. Jones, don’t do this. I’ll pretend it never happened.""I know you won’t dare defy me." Jones smirked before walking away.Belinda hurried to Evander’s office, knocking a f