A tense silence hung in the air as Blake met Eva's gaze. A ghost of a smile played on his lips, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He extended his hand, the unspoken words "I wish us a pleasant cooperation" hanging between them. Eva's expression remained a mask, her emotions carefully guarded. Slowly, deliberately, she turned to Irish, offering a firm handshake and a genuine smile. "Wish us a successful collaboration, wouldn't you agree?"Irish's smile faltered slightly as she grasped Eva's hand. A ripple of disquietude seemed to emanate from Blake, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that sent a prickle of unease down Irish's spine. She offered a polite, "Absolutely, a successful collaboration is what we all aim for."With a furrowed brow, he retreated into his thoughts. The weight of the issue pressed down on him, leaving him paralyzed by indecision. He yearned for a simple solution, a way to navigate this crisis without further complications.Eva signed the contract, b
"Mom," he began, his gaze fixed on some invisible point in the distance, "have you reached a decision? Going to court is a gamble we might not win. In all likelihood, it'll just cost us more in the long run."Jackie's heart broke when she realized she would lose more money. After all, she didn't want to give a single penny to Eva.Swallowing her pride and apologizing in public felt like a humiliating defeat. She'd rather take the blame silently than risk losing face.Jackie felt losing money was better than carrying the humiliation for the rest of her life."Fine. How much does that woman want?""Twenty million dollars." Blake said indifferently."Twenty million dollars?!" Jackie exploded, her voice echoing through the room. "Is she out of her mind? This is highway robbery, not a lawsuit! Everyone will know what she's doing - this is pure blackmail!""There's another factor to consider, Mom," he began, his gaze fixed on a point beyond her shoulder. "If this goes to court, the potent
Eva felt a prickle of unease crawl up her spine. Diego Chen's gaze lingered on her a beat too long, a subtle judgment in his narrowed eyes. She stifled the urge to address it, channeling her focus back to the meeting at hand.As the meeting commenced, Eva took center stage, her voice radiating confidence as she unveiled her concept for the urban construction project. She then meticulously outlined the anticipated outcomes of the design, ensuring everyone grasped its potential impact.Heads nodded in unison, captivated by the elegant simplicity and ambitious scope of her design. Detailed explanations of the intended outcomes flowed effortlessly from her lips, painting a picture of a revitalized cityscape.All eyes were on her, except for Mr. Chen.No matter how meticulously Eva explained her design, Mr. Chen remained unmoved. His sharp interjections punctuated her presentation like unwelcome discord. A dismissive shake of the head followed every explanation, his voice dripping with co
The past few days had been a simmering pot of emotions for Eva. On the surface, she remained quiet, a mask of composure hiding the turmoil within. But beneath it all, her mind raced with strategies, waiting for the opportune moment to strike back.Diego misinterpreted Eva's quiet demeanor as weakness. Emboldened by her perceived submissiveness, his arrogance inflated with each passing meeting. His comments grew increasingly pointed, his tone laced with a newfound condescension. Yet, Eva remained an enigma.Diego and Eva's plan was difficult to implement. He constantly asked her to revise it and began bossing her around."The complete removal of trees is unacceptable! This project needs to prioritize sustainability. We absolutely must replant trees and find ways to make this space environmentally responsible. Revise it!""To break up the monotony, consider incorporating diverse entertainment venues. A rooftop bar with a stunning city view or a multi-purpose ballroom could be great addi
Diego, shaken but regaining his composure, picked up the document. He examined it closely and muttered, "There seems to be no issue here."Irish's composure faltered upon hearing that. "Ms. Lowes, perhaps you could explain this to him why we agree to your plan."Eva cleared her throat and provided a detailed explanation of why Diego's suggestions were ridiculous."Mr. Chen asked us to keep the trees in the development area to retain green space, but he overlooked that their growth would affect construction and damage the buildings. Considering costs, he designed straight roads without accounting for the basic topography. Additionally, he wanted to add more bars and ballrooms, placing them next to the school and the library."Everyone at the meeting had relevant experience in architecture, and Eva's explanation enlightened them.Even a novice architect wouldn't make such glaring mistakes. It was appalling that Diego, a supposedly experienced engineer, made such errors.Everyone turned
A dark glint flickered in Diego's eyes as Eva brought the glass of beverage to her lips. It wasn't excitement, not entirely. There was a hunger in his gaze, a predatory quality that sent a shiver down Eva's spine despite the warmth of the liquid. Her hand paused mid-air, the glass hovering inches from her mouth.Eva raised the glass to her lips, her eyes flitting nervously between Diego and the window across the room. With a practiced flick of her wrist, barely perceptible, she nudged a ceramic ornament on the table's edge. It tumbled with a clatter, shattering on the floor.The fork beside her fell to the floor.Eva yelped, a perfectly executed cry of surprise that momentarily filled the room. "Oh, no! I am so sorry, Mr. Chen," she gushed, her voice laced with faux-mortification. She set the untouched beverage down with a theatrical clatter "Such a klutz, am I right?" she cast a playful glance at Diego, her bright smile failing to reach her eyes. A predatory glint flickered in Dieg
The next day, Eva attended the project meeting as usual. To her surprise, Diego was conspicuously absent. The room buzzed with the usual chatter, but she couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that something was amiss."Eva, have you seen the video in the group chat?" Julie asked urgently, tugging at Eva's arm to capture her attention. "I had no idea Diego was so wild in private!""What video?" Eva responded, her curiosity piqued. She pulled out her phone, sensing that whatever Julie had seen was bound to stir up more intrigue in an already tense situation.She pressed play, her eyes widening as the video unfolded. Diego was performing a shockingly vulgar striptease in front of the camera, his usual reserved demeanor nowhere in sight.Eva's mind raced. Was Blake behind this? Or could it have been Mr. Smith? The possibilities swirled in her head, each one more troubling than the last.Yesterday, after Eva had left, Blake, Irish, and Blake's subordinates had stayed behind in the room. N
Tally punched in Blake's number for the tenth time that day. The rhythmic dial tone mocked her, a constant reminder of the silence since their last, unsettling phone call. Three days had crawled by since her release from the hospital, each one punctuated by unanswered calls and a gnawing fear. The forced stillness felt suffocating compared to the adrenaline rush of the incident itself.Desperate for a plan, Tally dialed Diego's number. As the phone connected, a sliver of hope flickered to life. But when Diego answered, his voice was laced with an icy indignation that sent shivers down her spine."Tally, how dare you call me after the mess you got me into? You assured me that Blake didn't care about Eva, and look where that's gotten me. My reputation is in tatters, and Blake has blacklisted me. How am I supposed to move forward in this industry now? This could ruin everything I've worked for!"Diego complained non-stop, his incessant whining grating on everyone's nerves. Every word h
Xian was still in a daze when the phone rang, pulling him from his thoughts. He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the lingering haze of confusion. As he reached for the phone, he saw Tally's name on the screen, and a wave of curiosity and anticipation washed over him. What could she want at this hour? Xian hesitated to answer the call before finally holding it up to his ear."Xian, have you seen Blake lately?" Tally spoke in a soft voice.Xian felt goose bumps all over his body. "Tally, what do you need from him?""It's been a while since I last saw him. He never answers my calls or comes to visit anymore," Tally whimpered, her voice trembling with worry. "Xian, can you help me find him?"In the past, Xian might have helped Tally without a second thought, but after the harsh lesson Blake had just taught him, he knew better than to risk angering Blake again anytime soon.As Tally sobbed over the phone, Xian tried to calm her. "Please, stop crying," he said gently. "Blake is at
Xian's hand flew to his cheek, cradling the stinging welt where a moment ago, Blake's hand had landed. Disbelief clouded his eyes. "Blake...?" His voice barely a whisper. "Why?"Blake's jaw was clenched tight, his features contorted in a mixture of fury and something else – perhaps regret, perhaps a deeper anger he couldn't articulate. "Don't even ask," he growled, his voice strained.Xian flinched at the venom in Blake's tone. The playful banter and easy camaraderie they once shared seemed a distant memory. Fear prickled at his skin, but a flicker of defiance sparked in his eyes. He would get answers, even if it meant facing Blake's wrath.Xian trembled with fright and didn't dare argue with Blake.Owen stood aside and watched everything with disdain.If Blake hadn't attacked Xian's he would have punched Xian.Eva wasn't in the mood to worry about anything else. Her only concern was Owen's injury.In the heat of the battle, Owen had twisted his wound while attempting to attack Xian
Eva returned home with the gifts she bought after the auction.As if she was Santa Claus on Christmas, she distributed each of the items to her family. Uncle Axel wasn't home, so she had to send his item through international express.The Lowes family was overjoyed when they got the gifts from their girl."Ev, what would you like? Name anything, and I'll get it. you want that stars in the night sky? I'll pick them out of the air for you!" Owen soaked in his confidence, grinning.Eva quickly denied his offer, smilling. "Thank you, Uncle Owen. But it's just a fun little gift. There's no favor you need to return to me. Trust me, I'm saving you trouble."This wasn't fun at all. Gossip about Eva and Owen had stirred drama about them all across the city.If the media found out that owen was sending her a gift, no matter how big or small, their names were guaranteed to be the trending topic before long.She wasn't too worried about her own reputation, but Owen was a government official, and
Eva stiffened, her smile faltering for a fleeting moment. A flicker of suspicion sparked in her eyes as she leveled a cool stare at Brady. "Do you want to take back the painting?"The question hung heavy in the air, laced with unspoken accusation."Goodness, Miss Lowes, the thought never crossed my mind. This painting belongs to you now. It wouldn't be right for me to take it back. Actually, I was hoping we could become friends, if that wouldn't be presumptuous of me.""You want to be her friend?" Jenny piped up, looking at Brady cautiously."Absolutely! Your passion for art is truly refreshing." Brady leaned forward, a spark of genuine interest in his eyes. "You know, my family has a long history in the art industry. We've amassed quite a collection of antiques. If you're ever interested in seeing some unique pieces, I'd love to show you sometime."The intensity in Eva's gaze softened a fraction as she studied Brady's face. A flicker of something genuine – perhaps sincerity,
The situation had escalated beyond control and could no longer be swept under the carpet.The auctioneer looked at Eva apologetically.It would be rude to subject the painting to an authentication test after it had already been sold to Eva.However, failing to do so could damage the organization's reputation and potentially lead to a loss of trust and severed ties with their clients."Do you mind, Miss Lowes?" the auctioneer asked politely, his tone tinged with hesitation.Eva met his gaze and responded calmly, "No, I don't. Go ahead with it."Unfazed by the antagonism from most of the people in the hall, Eva folded her arms and stood confidently. Her poise was unwavering as whispers and skeptical glances filled the room. She knew the stakes were high, but she was prepared to face whatever scrutiny came her way. Her unwavering composure seemed to challenge her critics, daring them to doubt her judgment. The air was thick with tension, but Eva's steady demeanor began to shift the atmos
"Apologies, Mr. Torres. Don't worry, I'll handle the situation and make sure she quiets down immediately."Beads of sweat appeared on Curran's forehead as he pleaded with Blake, his voice shaky and desperate. Turning to Becky, he gave her a stern, warning look, masking the true emotions that churned within him. It was all just a show; deep down, he was elated that his goal had been achieved. The facade of fear and anxiety was a necessary act to maintain the charade, but inside, Curran felt a surge of triumph and satisfaction. His mind raced with the possibilities now open to him, and he relished the success that was finally within his grasp.Eva spent a fortune on what turned out to be a fake painting. Three million and five thousand dollars vanished in an instant! He believed she must have exhausted her entire net worth. The sheer enormity of the loss was staggering, and the thought of such a monumental mistake weighed heavily on him. He couldn't fathom how she had been deceived so e
The auction continued, and they placed a piece of classical oil painting for bidding.It was a portrait of a majestic general and his men fighting bravely with the enemy. The vivid image, strong color tone, and well-defined strokes offered a powerful visual effect.The auctioneer tapped the microphone and announced, "This oil painting, named Victory, is a skillfull work of art of the classical painter, Alexander Yebo, which depicts the victory return of General Theo Clark. Brady Lena has donated this piece of work."Eva fell in love with the painting the minute she saw it, and she soon joined the bidding."One million!""One million and one hundred thousand!" Curran immediately made a bid.He wasn't ready to compromise. The bidding was tense. He was determined to acquire the painting.The price of the oil painting gradually soared as the bidding proceeded. In the end, Eva and Curran were the only bidders left.The two immediately became the center of everyone's attention.Becky was si
"All heads turned toward the source of the voice.When the guests saw Blake seated beside Eva, shock rippled through the room."Oh my God! Is that Blake? Why is he sitting next to Eva instead of in a private room?""He claimed that all the items Eva donated tonight were his.""There's something suspicious here. When they were married, he rarely took Eva out, and she was hardly known by many. Yet now, after their divorce, they're always seen together. It doesn't add up."While a few of them were examining the relationship between those two, the wise ones realized something."The identity of the donor seemed inconsequential; what resonated was that Blake had personally funded the items. His deliberate mention of this detail appeared aimed at refuting the narrative Becky had been spreading, suggesting a motive to assert his influence or protect Eva's reputation amidst the speculation surrounding their relationship post-divorce.""The opportunity to catch the attention of the CEO of Torre
"Hey, cut it out!" he exclaimed, his tone sharp with suspicion. "Something tells me you're trying to stir up trouble here. How on earth can an emerald ring be worth just a dollar? Even a fake one would cost more than that!"Jenny sprang to her feet, her patience finally snapping as she turned sharply towards Becky.Becky sneered disdainfully, her expression dripping with contempt. She eyed Jenny from head to toe before shifting her gaze to Eva, her disdain evident in every glance."In my opinion, this emerald ring is worth no more than a dollar! You should be grateful I'm even bidding on it. The ring came from a country bumpkin who dropped out of middle school. Her possessions are worthless. It's utterly humiliating!"The other guests began to see sense in what Becky said. Those that wanted to bid for the ring gave up.No matter how exquisite the item was, they couldn't overlook the fact that its original owner was a countrywoman. The stigma associated with her background overshadowed