At that moment, Hank had finished his phone call and came over. Their moment of closeness had been cut short, leaving Hank feeling frustrated and a little awkward around Evangeline."Evie, I've taken care of what you asked me to do. Anything else?" he asked.Evangeline, coming back to the present, shook her head. "No, that's everything. Let's head out, Uncle Yale will be here any minute."They walked in silence, an unspoken agreement between them not to bring up what had just happened.The parking lot was deserted as they made their way through it, and suddenly, the sound of a car engine broke the silence.Evangeline saw the butler pulling into a spot with Yale's car.Glancing at her watch, she thought, 'Uncle Yale, you're early. I hope Roslyn's awake by now.'She picked up the pace, leaving the parking lot and told Hank to go find his car and come back at the usual time.She went straight to meet Yale.The villa was quiet except for the sound of Julieta busily making breakfas
How could Evangeline move on and find her happily ever after if she did not get that divorce?Yale was about to dial James when, out of the blue…"Uncle Yale, don't say that. I know what I'm worth."Evangeline shot Yale a look that was a mix of sadness and frustration, then let out a sigh before adding, "Maybe I'm not the one for Hank, but my best friend Roslyn is another story. She's gorgeous, has a voice like an angel, and she's a celeb."Sure, she's not top of the charts yet, but she's breaking into movies and TV, and she's only going to climb higher. Uncle Yale, don't you think Roslyn and Hank would be perfect together?"She was playing him like a fiddle. By dropping Hank's name, she was trying to light a fire of jealousy in Yale!If Yale caught on to his own green-eyed monster, he would have to face the music about everything else."Them together?"Yale could not shake the image of Roslyn and Hank together. He pictured Roslyn's delicate hand linked with Hank's as they stoo
"That's exactly why I thought of setting her up with Hank when she told me that."Evangeline's face turned all serious as she said this, and she made sure to warn Yale. "Look, I'm only spilling the beans to you, so keep it under wraps, okay? And don't you dare meddle in their business. Whether they click or not, it's on them!"I'm actually rooting for them to hit it off. It'd be another reason for the Foster family to celebrate!"Yale let out a dismissive snort. "What's their wedding got to do with the Foster family?"Evangeline shot back, clearly annoyed, "Come on, one is my best friend and the other is the CEO of Foster Group. How can you say it's got nothing to do with us?"Uncle Yale, you're the head honcho of the Foster family. You've got to be all smiles on their big day and even pick out a gift for the happy couple yourself!"Yale pictured it: Roslyn in her bridal gown, beaming next to Hank, and him... standing there, handing over a gift with both hands.The thought made
Hank was the kind of guy who knew how to play by the rules.He really liked Evangeline, and part of him wanted to just agree with everything she said. However, deep down, he knew they should not be sneaking around, spying on Yale."Let's just drop it. Love stuff is tricky, and even if we did see something, we couldn't do much about it. It's just extra stress we don't need. Better to stay out of it.""But…"Hank had a point, and Evangeline knew it, but her curiosity was like a wild horse she could not rein in.Suddenly, a big hand covered her eyes, plunging her world into darkness.From somewhere above, Hank's voice floated down. "No 'buts' about it. What if we end up seeing something super awkward? Better safe than sorry, right?"'Yeah, he's right. Better not to look.'Evangeline let the idea go, but then she was hyper-aware of Hank's hand on her face. His palm was warm against her eyelids, and she could trace the lines of his skin with her mind.A rush of something like elect
Roslyn had to double-check her surroundings, half-convinced she had stumbled out of the wrong room in her groggy, just-woke-up state.However, no, that was definitely her room. She had not made a mistake."I came to wake you up," said Yale, smoothing away the awkwardness from his face. His eyes, usually so piercing, held a hint of something unusual.Normally, Roslyn's spontaneous 'Uncle Yale' would have brought him joy, especially when she chimed in with Evangeline. However, with the thought of Evangeline playing matchmaker for Roslyn and Hank, the idea of her small hands clasped in Hank's was like a thorn in his side. Why did the endearment suddenly sound so jarring?What was going on with him? Roslyn was just a kid. Why was he getting so worked up over that?"I'm up now, thanks to you, Uncle Yale," said Roslyn, her smile sweet and radiant. She was not trying to be brave, but it was just…Knowing she did not hold a place in Yale's heart, she chose to keep up her usual sunny disp
Yale's gaze fell as disappointment crossed his face.The room filled with an awkward silence.Julieta, who had been busy with the food, noticed Yale and Roslyn looking lost in the living room and walked over, confused. "Mr. Yale Foster, Ms. Shaw, are you guys waiting for Ms. Evangeline?""Yeah, Evie's sure taking her sweet time. How long does it take to fetch someone and not be back by now..."Before Yale could finish, Julieta cut in with a puzzled tone, "To fetch someone? You're talking about Mr. Tarp, aren't you?"A look of realization dawned on Julieta's face. "Oh dear, it totally slipped my mind. Ms. Evangeline told me to let you know that she and Mr. Tarp have headed to Aurora Mountain. She reminded me to bring you the food we prepared."Julieta had thought of everything—the spread included all sorts of dishes, complete with self-heating packs for a meal that was both easy and nourishing.Seeing the hefty bag of goodies, Yale finally took Julieta at her word.So, Yale was
Yes, Roslyn was riding shotgun. With Yale around, she had no interest in taking the wheel.Yale watched Roslyn claim her seat and knew the score. He hefted the food bags and moved them to the Ferrari.Score one for Roslyn! After all their little battles, she had finally snagged a win.Yale settled into the driver's seat, still trying to play the voice of reason, but who was he kidding? Roslyn had made up her mind, and that was that."Roslyn, Aurora Mountain is going to be packed today, and this flashy Ferrari is going to stick out like a sore thumb."Being the center of attention was not always exciting; it could make things awkward and spoil the fun."So what if we stand out? I'm a celeb who's in the spotlight every day. Think I'm scared of a few extra stares at Aurora Mountain?" said Roslyn with a confident toss of her hair.Yale could only think of one thing. 'Arguing with a woman is like reading a software license agreement. In the end, you ignore everything and click "I agr
With no other choice, Yale had to call the bodyguards for help.Meanwhile, Roslyn grew antsy."Evie, Uncle Yale's car just conked out on us, and we're stuck because the doors won't budge. No clue what's up. You go have fun with Mr. Tarp, okay? No telling when the cavalry will show up."Lunch? We'll probably make it. I mean, the Foster family's bodyguards are pretty slick at what they do!"After she hung up, Roslyn could not help but vent to Yale, "Can you believe it? Even a Ferrari can bite the dust?"Yale felt a wave of frustration wash over him. Sure, a Ferrari was a car, and cars could break down, right?However, he was not about to get into it with Roslyn. She was in a mood, and he was not going to poke the bear."It's busted, so we wait. That's that," he said, trying to keep the peace.Being alone with Roslyn was the last thing he wanted. He used to worry that the more time they spent together, the more she would fall for him.Then Yale had come to terms with his feelings
"I will handle both matters properly and provide a clear explanation to all shareholders within a week."Walter's working style had always been swift and decisive. With just a few words, he managed to soothe the shareholders' concerns.As soon as he finished, the room erupted in thunderous applause. Praise followed closely behind, ringing out alongside the clapping.This was exactly the effect Walter had intended. With Alex gone and Walter regaining control of the company's management, the shareholders were fully convinced and showed no dissatisfaction.The meeting concluded.Walter was the first to return to his office.Unexpectedly, Emma followed him in without waiting for instructions.After entering the office, she stood across from his desk with her head lowered, looking hesitant as though struggling to find the words to speak.The sight annoyed Walter, and he decided to break the silence. "Ms. Carter, is there something you want to say?"Ever since discovering that Emma
Walter understood—Alex was handing the company over to him.Perhaps Alex finally regretted his decision to ally with a traitorous group.Emma, who had witnessed the entire upheaval, was still in shock. She stood frozen, staring blankly at the people around her, unsure of what to do.Noticing her dazed state, Walter did not seem upset. Instead, he chuckled lightly and reminded her, "Ms. Carter? The unwelcome guest has left. Why don't you close the door now? Our meeting is about to officially begin.""Of course," replied Emma softly with a lowered head. Nonetheless, her actions were swift as she moved to shut the meeting room door.Still, every step she took was unusually heavy, filled with trepidation and caution.For the first time, Walter saw a sense of complete submission in Emma's demeanor. Even so, he did not care about any of that.If it were not for David's severe injuries preventing him from attending the meeting, none of this would have fallen onto Emma's shoulders in th
"Go ahead, play it! Don't just grab some random video online and bring it here to slander me. I won't acknowledge it!"Walter found this response amusing."My dear brother, how can you be so certain that the video I have is just something I found online?"Alex's lips curved into a smirk. "There are no cameras in the CEO's office. Even if I did do something, it wouldn't have been recorded. Really, Walter, waving that USB drive like that—who are you trying to scare?"'Was Alex determined to deny everything until the bitter end?' thought Walter.Before he could respond, Emma stepped forward. "Exactly! I can understand your desire to return to the company, but you can't tarnish our CEO's name for your own selfish motives. Don't you agree?"Walter did not respond immediately.His sharp, dark eyes swept over both Emma and Alex before he calmly inserted the USB drive into the laptop he had prepared in advance.The video quickly appeared on the screen, but instead of projecting it onto
"Impossible! How could Mr. Alex Gordon possibly do such a thing?""Exactly! They're all part of the Gordon family. If Gordon Group collapses, how would that benefit him?""Well, you never know. Don't you remember what happened back then? Mr. Alex Gordon didn't leave Gordon Group voluntarily—he was forced out by Mr. Trey Gordon and Mr. Walter Gordon!"Everything was going smoothly, and then he was suddenly kicked out. Who wouldn't hold a grudge over that?"The crowd buzzed with speculation, including Emma, who had always been loyal to Alex.She looked at Alex in disbelief. "Mr. Gordon, what he said… it's not true, is it?"Her expression was complicated, tinged with visible disappointment.The reason she had helped Alex with those things was because she cared for him. She believed that he had returned to Gordon Group to achieve something great and that Trey and Walter were just thieves who had stolen the fruits of his labor.Walter's revelations seemed to suggest that Alex had be
Alex took a deep breath, his face darkening as he demanded, "Walter, you've been removed from the company. Grandfather personally stripped you of your authority in front of all the shareholders."You have no decision-making power in any company affairs. So, please leave my meeting room immediately. Thank you!"Contrary to expectations, Walter, despite being blatantly dismissed, remained unfazed. He sat firmly in his chair, unmoved."Yes, you and Grandfather forced me out of Gordon Group. But so what? Under your leadership, in these so-called traitor's hands, Gordon Group is on the brink of collapse."As a member of the Gordon family, am I supposed to just stand by and watch you drag Gordon Group into the abyss?"He leaned back slightly, his voice calm but sharp as a blade. "Or should I let these shareholders watch you use their hard-earned money to fill a bottomless pit—one that leads straight to an unmarked grave?"Alex's face paled at the accusation, and his hand trembled as he
"What's the point of all this arguing? Can it bring back the money? In the end, only Mr. Gordon can resolve the issue!"The room fell into a stunned silence. Everyone exchanged uncertain glances before they all turned, almost instinctively, toward Walter.Walter remained calm, casually raising his wrist to check his watch. "There's still one hour before The Bennex Corporation's press conference. Feel free to continue arguing if you'd like."But if you do, I won't stay to keep you company."The shareholders' faces turned pale, and their aggression completely dissipated."No, no, we don't know anything about these matters. You're the expert, sir. Please, tell us what to do."'What's this? Begging someone to help after shoving them out the door? Truly shameless.'Walter chuckled lightly. "I've already been removed from the company. I don't deserve to be called your president. The only reason I'm here today is because Gordon Group represents my grandfather's life's work. Watching it
Emma came along reluctantly, but she had to follow Alex's orders.Even as she stood beside Walter, her loyalty never wavered—she was Alex's person. Every action, every word, was meant to assist Alex, not this usurper Walter!Walter glanced at the woman beside him, his feelings mixed.The fact that Alex sent his personal assistant to him probably meant that he was aware of David's situation—hospitalized and severely injured. If Walter wanted to win this battle in front of the shareholders, he would have to handle everything himself.For the Gordon family, that was far too humiliating.Alex could be frighteningly stubborn sometimes yet inexplicably considerate at others.However, Walter had no interest in what Emma was thinking at this moment because…"Ms. Carter, if you want to help Alex, you'd better listen to me during today's meeting," he advised her, though his tone carried a hint of warning."Why should I?" Emma immediately stiffened, glaring at him defiantly.Walter smile
Alex's attitude had said it all, so why waste more words?Standing in front of Alex, Walter lit a cigarette. He would only smoke when his emotions were about to overwhelm him. Drawing on the cigarette, combined with the swirling smoke, helped calm him."Alex, I'll only ask you one question: how did your legs get injured?"Back when Alex left the Gordon family, he was perfectly healthy. By the time he returned, however, he was somehow wheelchair-bound.For a time, Walter had assumed it was just a ploy to gain sympathy. However, he realized that for a healthy person to willingly confine themselves to a wheelchair, the price was simply too high.He had sent people to investigate Alex's life abroad, but they found nothing. He had no choice but to ask in person.Alex chuckled softly. It seemed as though he had recalled something painful, as his eyes reddened.Suddenly, his expression grew firm. His thin lips curved slightly as he uttered two words:"Northern Montavia."Walter froze
"That's true." Alex chuckled, laughing with genuine amusement.When was the last time he and Walter spoke like this? For a moment, he could not recall."Walter, do you hate me?"Walter was puzzled. "Why would I?"Alex sighed deeply. "There are too many reasons..."Those reasons were Evangeline and the company. Even at this moment, clearly, he was the one who let the Bennisons infiltrate the company, yet his younger brother, Walter, had to clean up after him.As he listed these grievances, Alex felt like he was truly an unforgivable person, though he could not pinpoint exactly what he had done wrong.The feeling was deeply conflicting. Perhaps he would never figure it out in this lifetime.However, Walter swiftly answered, "I don't hate you, Alex. I pity you."His gaze fell on the wheelchair beneath Alex.A man who could walk on his own had to disguise himself as someone partially paralyzed for his own purposes. A man who could rely on himself needed help from others.What ki