“Did you say ‘ANYTHING’ Mr. Grason?” Eva asked with a sly grin on her face, making sure to emphasize the word ‘Anything’. Her expression suddenly changed from a nice expression to an expression filled with mischief that made Nicholas, Peter, Benjamin and Miles confused. They didn't expect to see such an expression on Eva's face."Yes, I said anything you want Miss Carter." Nicholas replied, his brow tugging together into a frown. He couldn't take back what he said even though he had a bad feeling about it. “Tell me would you accept it if I ask you to marry me Mr. Grason?" Eva blurted out taking a few steps closer to Nicholas and looked up at him since he was obviously taller than her.“Miss Carter, what are you talking about? That is an outrageous request!" Benjamin who was standing behind Eva couldn't help but interject into the conversation when he heard Eva. “Why did you say that, Mr. Benjamin? Didn't your Boss clearly state that I can ask for ‘Anything' so why are you yelling?”
The Grason family have a lot more enemies target on them due to the fact that they secretly run an armory company before Nicholas took over the position as the CEO of the Grason cooperation.Eva sighed in her head, she didn't want to pry further to know what Nicholas meant by those words. After all, it was none of her business in the first place.“Are you here without a date Miss Carter?" Peter suddenly asks, making Eva turn her head towards the old man who had a soft smile on his face.“I do, Old Master. My best friend is my date but it seems like something came up so she is running late." Eva replied. She was already secretly starting to get worried why Nathalia hasn't arrived yet. “Perhaps, you mean Miss Nathalia Evan?" Nicholas questioned. Unlike his father who was clueless about what Eva's reputation in the country was, Nicholas knew that Eva wasn't a very likable person in the country and he also knew that Nathalia Evan was her only best friend. Even though Eva doesn't know him
“Even still, you have to have a close relationship with someone before inviting them, young master." Eva replied with a small sigh escaping her mouth.“Then let's be friends. That way we can quickly become closer so that I can invite you to my house." Miles immediately suggested when he heard Eva.‘This brat doesn't take ‘No’ for an answer.’ Eva thought.“Alright, we can be friends and once we have become very close friends you can invite me over to your house. So let's seal our new friendship, young master." Eva agreed and reached out her hand for a handshake.“You can call me Miles, big sister, since we are friends now." Miles said and also stretched out his little hand and shook Eva's hand. The two of them had no idea that they were being watched closely by the three men. Peter had a satisfied smile on his face as he watched his grandson making friends with Eva in front of him. Immediately he set his eyes on Eva he had a good feeling about and it turns out that he wasn't disappoint
Nicholas only glanced at Benjamin who immediately understood what his boss' gaze meant and began to give the report about Eva to the old Master. After a few minutes of explanation, Peter's brain was already filled with enough information about Eva's past. He couldn't believe that someone like Eva who was so Intelligent and reserved could have such a nasty personality and past. “Still, her past doesn't have anything to do with the way I view her. She is so different from what I've just heard and if she had truly done those things then there must be a reason why she was like that. And the incident on her wedding day with Mark Johnson was something that I wasn't aware of. How could that jerk let go of such a remarkable woman like Miss Carter." As expected, Peter couldn't believe all the things he heard about Eva leeching off her sister and other sort of stuff. He would have believed them if Eva had jumped at the opportunity to get close to them but she had blatantly refused the opportun
"What do you mean she didn't do it on purpose. If she was the kind to hurt you in public nine months ago, what made you so assured she isn't doing the same again. I've told you Christine that she is not someone that deserves to be called your sister.” Mark spatted out angrily. He was referring to how Eva had slapped Christine in public on the wedding day.Eva's face suddenly turned into a scowl when she heard him and with all her might ignoring the pain that caused her, Eva quickly roughly pulled her hand . “Seriously, what is the need to be so melo- dramatic? Did you think you two are a cute couple or what? You're just being narrow- minded and throwing tantrums. It's not like her hand is broken on something, she can just wash her hands. A wine spilled over her hand and you're about to bring the whole building down, stop making a big deal over small issues.” Eva remarked while glaring back at him, totally in disregard to the way he was looking and staring at her like she was someone
“Haha! That crazy wench can never be Christine, even if she tried! With such a bad and spoiled attitude, there's no way she can match up to the kind and innocent Christine.”“ I can't believe that she came here dressed like that. Shameless!”" Of course what do you expect, she has always been shameless her whole life!”" It's not a surprise Mark had abandoned her. What a terribly embarrassing woman." As expected, the people were quick to jump fad to humiliating Eva. They were oblivious to know that the dress had been randomly sent to Eva. They were aware that she was completely innocent here. Eva got a wake up call when she felt the biting cold cold. It was as if someone had opened the window because it wasn't cold before. Laughter erupted in the room and Eva began to shake at the memory of what happened some months ago. In the same similar style, except the fact that the previous incident was her wedding banquet. She was on the ground in the same position just like her in her weddi
“What? Why would I hold grudges against someone who hadn't offended me and she is someone who had helped my life?” She quickly turned to look at Lucas with a raised brow ." How did you know her, Julia?” Lucas asked when he heard his cousin reply." She was my senior back when we were in school and she had always protected me whenever I was bullied back then. Even when I decided to become a model she was my role model and mentor as well. Although I'm sure that she was aware that her little help towards me had helped me so much. Her influence in the modeling company had helped me to stop getting bullied by other models. I know that Evangeline has a weird way of talking and she was not a very likable person due to her personality. However, if only the people spent half of the time they used to talk ill about her and try to understand her from another perspective, they would be surprised to know that she wasn't entirely as evil as they painted her.” Julia replied, her eyes and voice fill
He waved his hand, signaling him to stop. He was quite surprised at first when he saw that Eva was the person who was being bullied in public just a few minutes after she left their side. Peter became curious and wanted to see where the situation was going to end, plus he wanted to witness Eva in action and see if the rumors about her were true or not.“Who are those people with Miss Carter?” Peter suddenly asked Benjamin. Among the people standing at the scene, he could only recognize Eva who was on the ground. " The young man standing in front of Miss Carter is Mark Johnson - the heir of the Johnson family and the woman standing behind him wearing a dress similar to the one Miss Carter is also wearing is Christine Carter- she is Miss Carter younger step-sister. Mark Johnson is also Miss Carter's ex-fiance who had dumped her on their wedding day and chose to get engaged with her younger sister instead.” Benjamin quickly gave a report to Peter as well as Nicholas who was listening to
Lucien entered the living room with his usual quiet air, his school bag slung over one shoulder. His dark eyes, cold and unreadable, briefly scanned the room before landing on his mother, Laura, seated gracefully on the couch with a teacup in hand. Her posture was as poised as ever, but Lucien’s sharp gaze detected the faint smugness that usually lingered after one of her scheming conversations with Christine.He said nothing, brushing past her with the silent intent of heading upstairs. His long strides were interrupted when Laura called out, her tone laced with a false warmth."Lucien," she said, setting her teacup down. "Come here for a moment."Lucien stopped mid-step, his back stiffening. He slowly turned around, his expression blank but his sharp gaze silently questioning her interruption.Laura’s smile wavered under his cold stare, but she maintained her composure. "Christine just got back a while ago. Why don’t you go upstairs and greet her?"Lucien raised an eyebrow, crossing
Christine stormed into the Carter mansion, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, her jaw clenched tightly in frustration. She tossed her designer bag onto the couch, her lips pressed into a thin line as she paced back and forth. The events of the day replayed in her mind like a relentless reel—Eva’s smirk, her cutting words, the way she had effortlessly dismissed Christine in front of everyone. It was a humiliation Christine couldn’t stomach."That woman," she hissed under her breath. "She always finds a way to one-up me. How does she always come out on top?"Laura, who had been sitting in the adjacent room sipping tea, looked up as her daughter’s angry footsteps echoed. She set her cup down gracefully and stood, smoothing her dress as she approached Christine."Christine," Laura said in a calm, measured tone, "what’s the matter now?"Christine stopped pacing and turned to her mother, her eyes blazing with frustration. "It’s Eva! She humiliated me again today, in front
Once the deal was official, she turned to leave the meeting room with Gwen and Trix at her side. They made their way down the sleek hallway of HB Industry, their footsteps echoing on the polished floors. Just as they neared the exit, they came across Christine and her entourage, who had just arrived.Christine’s eyes widened when she saw Eva. Her usual fake smile quickly appeared, though there was a slight tension in her features. Eva wasn’t sure whether to laugh or feel disgusted as Christine approached her.“Sister!” Christine said, her voice sweet and syrupy as she stepped forward. “I am so sorry for being late. I didn’t mean to hold up the meeting like this. I just got caught up in some last-minute details.”Eva’s expression remained neutral, but she couldn’t help the slight roll of her eyes at Christine’s words. She had no intention of entertaining Christine’s faux apology, but Christine wasn’t finished yet.“Oh, and about last night,” Christine said in a tone that was just loud
In the sleek, minimalist meeting room at HB Industry, Eva sat at the center, sitting by her sides were none other than Gwen and Trix, with her official company lawyer at her side. They were all dressed sharply, the atmosphere tense as they awaited the start of the meeting. On the other side of the polished conference table, Mr. Carl and his HB Industry team sat with the Whyte Corps representatives, their suits impeccably pressed and faces expressionless.It was a rare sight to see Eva waiting this long, especially for a meeting she had no patience for. She had already signed the contract in her mind, but the delays were irking her. The anticipation of what was supposed to be a routine procedure seemed to drag on indefinitely. The room had grown uncomfortably still as they all waited for the meeting to start. Eva’s fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of her chair, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes about her impatience .With a soft sigh, Eva glanced at Gwen and Trix, silently expre
She stood at the doorway, adjusting the strap of her handbag as she prepared to leave for HB Industry. Damien followed her to the entrance, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, though his piercing gaze gave away his reluctance to let her go.“Don’t forget to call me if anything comes up,” he said, his deep voice steady yet tinged with a protective edge.“I won’t,” Eva replied with a small smile. She turned to open the door when his voice stopped her.“Wait.”She turned back, one brow raised in question.“You’re leaving without giving me a proper goodbye?” Damien asked, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.Eva blinked, caught off guard by his request. “A proper goodbye? You’re serious?”He stepped closer, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a cocoon. “I don’t joke about such things. A goodbye kiss is mandatory.”Her cheeks flushed slightly, though she masked it with a playful roll of her eyes. “Fine,” she relented, taking a step toward him. “But I’ll only give yo
After a pause, George returned to the phone. “Damon Cross,” he said, purposely mispronouncing the name to irritate him.Damien felt his nose twitch at the deliberate and grating mispronunciation of his name, but he maintained a polite tone, reminding himself he was speaking to an elder. “Yes, Grandfather?” He replied smoothly, emphasizing the title in retaliation. Two could easily play the game of pettiness.George resisted the urge to march over to the banquet and knock some sense into the boy for daring to use that title. Grandfather? He scoffed internally. ‘If you want to call me that, first show me a ring on her finger—and then give me some great-grandkids before you even think about it! I wonder what that useless grandfather of his taught him.’“Now listen clearly to me. If she stays at your house, it’s for tonight only. And if I find out you’ve done anything improper, I’ll personally see to it that you’re castrated. Do you understand?”Julian, overhearing the threat, nearly cho
---As the banquet neared its end, Damien escorted Eva to his car. He fully intended to take her home—to their home—hoping to spend the night by her side. But his plans were thwarted by an all-too-familiar figure: her meddling grandfather.The moment Eva settled into the car, her phone rang. Damien, still holding the door open for her, frowned at the sound. When he saw the caller ID, his expression darkened further. Of course, it was him.While Eva answered the call, Damien’s sharp eyes scanned the area. Hidden in the shadows near the back entrance, a figure lurked—one of George’s men, undoubtedly there to keep tabs on her. His presence only worsened Damien’s mood.“Yes, Grandfather, I’m leaving the banquet now,” Eva said into the phone, her tone polite but weary. “Yes, I’ve made a few connections… I’m heading home? No, not to Damien’s. I know, I know, there will be more rumors if—”Before she could finish, Damien snatched the phone from her hand.“She’ll be perfectly safe with me,”
Eva turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did you do this?" She lifted her gaze to meet his, realizing he had been watching her the entire time, his piercing eyes fixed solely on her. She had heard whispers, unconfirmed reports that Lydia was behind the replica of the blue dress that was sent to her. But to see her now, reduced to this state, it seemed the consequences of her actions were almost... excessive. "Yes," Damien replied without hesitation, his tone calm but firm. He tried to guide her out of the banquet, his hand lightly pressing against her back, but Eva stood her ground, refusing to move. "Why?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. Damien’s sharp eyes narrowed at her question, his jaw tightening. What did she mean, why? That woman had orchestrated her public disgrace, and now Eva was hesitating, questioning the justice served? Did she not understand that showing mercy to enemies was akin to betraying herself? "She was responsible for your humiliati
Christine’s nails dug into her palm, her anger simmering beneath a mask of civility. She longed to lash out, but Damien’s presence reminded her of her place. Any wrong move could lead to her downfall.“It’s unbecoming to insult others so publicly…” Christine’s voice was a deliberate attempt at calm, but it lacked conviction.“The truth often stings, get over it.” Eva replied coldly, her unapologetic tone reinforcing her dominance. The crowd e were not even surprised by her response because they were used to this behavior of hers, but they were taken back by Christine's sudden desire to argue with Eva.Wasn't Wasn’t Christine supposed to be the passive type, the one who ended arguments rather than starting or joining them? The sudden shift in her behavior was beginning to alter everyone’s perception of her, casting doubt on the image she had so carefully cultivated.Dusti standing nearby with a glass of wine, observed the scene with quiet amusement. Eva’s sharp wit was refreshing, a st