"What's on your mind that you need to tell my husband? Out with it—I'm all ears. Or, if you prefer, you two can have your little secret chat. Though, would you really leave me here, all by myself in the office, waiting, darling?" said Evangeline, her eyes playfully teasing Walter.Julia, witnessing that spectacle, was seething with rage."Julia, if there's something you need to say, let's hear it. Right here, right now." Walter's gaze shifted to Julia, the warmth gone and replaced by a chill colder than the one he reserved for strangers."I need to talk to you about our past project—it's about work. Can we talk in private?" There was a touch of desperation in her voice.'Walter, just look at me. I'm the one who really loves you,' Julia silently pleaded."I'm afraid I can't be of much help anymore." Walter shrugged helplessly. "Evangeline holds most of the Gordon Group's shares now. She's the top shareholder, and I even have to follow her lead."Julia could not believe it. Even if
"Cut the sob story, I'm not interested. You can leave my office now. I'll have someone show you out," said Evangeline, pressing the intercom to call the front desk. "I need two security guards to escort Ms. Julia out of the Gordon Group building, please."It was more of a boot than an escort. Julia was seething.Evangeline was not done yet. "Oh, and Ms. Julia? Just so you know, your partnership with Gordon Group is over, including that fancy 'Return of the Princess' project we were crafting for you. No need to come by the office for work anymore. Don't thank me—it's the least I can do."Evangeline's tone was light, but Walter caught the triumphant glint in her eye. He found every side of her utterly captivating.The violin prodigy who had once been the center of attention was then unceremoniously ousted from the building. There had been whispers that Julia might end up as the future Mrs. Gordon, and everyone had been so welcoming each time she visited. However, the real deal had ar
Both Evangeline and Walter eyed the insistent phone. With a nudge, she urged Walter to give her some space.Realizing she had something urgent to attend to, Walter backed off with a resigned sigh and started scrolling through his phone.He was frustrated to no end. Why did every perfect moment between them have to be interrupted? Was fate really against him and Evangeline being together?Evangeline, oblivious to Walter's inner turmoil, could not help but think that her estranged father, Andrew, had unwittingly done her a favor that time."What's up?" she snapped as she answered the call disdainfully."You better come over tonight! Meet me at Crystal Waters Apartment," Andrew barked back, even less politely.Evangeline pulled the phone away from her ear, saving herself from his grating, loud voice."Ha, as if I'll jump just because you say so. Who do you think you are? You think you're something special just because you're my dad?" She lashed out, unafraid. With her grandfather's
"Let me set you straight—you're spouting pure garbage. It was your mother, the one who couldn't keep her legs closed even with a baby on the way. She was the one caught in the act, and she offered herself out of shame. And that baby? Who knows who the father was? You think you've got any right to scream at me? You're just as low as she was!""Shut your mouth, Andrew. My mother's biggest misfortune was crossing paths with a lowlife like you. You're going to get what's coming to you, and if the universe doesn't strike you down, I'll make sure you pay!"Their argument escalated quickly, their heated words crackling through the phone line like electricity."Listen up, Evangeline, I'm onto all the drama lately. If you don't leave Walter and clear your sister's name, I'll spill every dirty secret your mother ever had! And your dear grandfather? If you so much as think about crossing me, I'll snuff him out. He's just a simple farmer—taking him out would be as easy as stepping on an ant," A
Andrew and his posse were gobsmacked, not expecting Evangeline to show up so quickly."How the heck do you have keys to our place, you witch? I'm going to drag you to court for breaking in!" Lydia's eyes bulged, proud to show off the legal jargon she had picked up while fussing over the house situation."Oh, please, sue away," Evangeline drawled, unfazed. "This place is Walter's, and guess who helped him snag it? Yours truly. Walter and I are hitched, which makes this little abode our shared asset. So tell me, did Walter hand over the keys to you? Is there a deed transfer I don't know about?""What deed transfer? Walter already told us the place is ours," Lydia shot back, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.Sure, Walter had promised the apartment to Julia and the others, but there was not a scrap of paper to show for it."Got it, so the trespassers are you guys," Evangeline quipped, her lips curling into a sly grin, thinking that the trio must have a few screws loose."Evang
It looked like her uncle Yale had once secretly visited her mother, and someone had captured the moment. Who could it be?Her eyes turned to Lydia. She was the one who had used those photos to sabotage the relationship between Andrew and her mother, was she not?Evangeline's laugh echoed through the room, her usually graceful face taking on a chilling twist. She rose to her feet, clapping slowly. "Bravo, quite the performance. Mr. James Foster, would you join us?"The door, slightly open, swung wider as James entered at her beckoning. His suit was sharp, his gold-rimmed glasses catching the light, every inch the consummate professional."Evangeline, what's this all about?"The smirks on the faces of the others faded fast with James' arrival. Something was off."Oh, nothing much. Just thought you'd all like to know that our little chat today was recorded. And Andrew, that bit about you threatening to track down my grandfather and using his life as leverage? We got that on tape, to
James watched as Evangeline dropped the pretense and decided he would do the same. "Alright, I'll lay it out for you. The name's Foster, as in from the northern Foster Group empire. Evangeline is my niece."Keep stirring the pot, and I won't hesitate to have you slaving away at a sewing machine for the next few decades. And if you fancy a more 'special' kind of hardship, say, missing a limb or two? I'm your guy."His tone was steady, a stark contrast to Evangeline's fiery demeanor, but the threat in his words was crystal clear. He might play the part of a gentleman, but make no mistake—there was not a single delicate flower among the gambling king's kin.They played nice with him, he would play nice with them. The Foster family did not take kindly to enemies that crossed them, crossed him. The only ones still standing were the Gordons, and that was saying something.Even the most sheltered of folks knew better than to mess with the Gordons of the South or the Fosters of the North—u
The voice on the other end was nothing but deferential."Ha! You little tramp, roping in some stooge to play along with your little act. What's the going rate for that these days? Or did you just scrape up some sleazy gigolo to fill in?" mocked Lydia venomously.Asher's face went stone-cold on the other end. Someone insulted the Foster Group's princess? That was a one-way ticket to trouble."Miss, did you run into some kind of mess over there? Need me to come over with backup?" Asher was all business."No need for the cavalry, but there is something else you could help me with," replied Evangeline calmly.Asher braced himself for what might be a complicated request, but he was ready. "Miss, just lay it on me. Even if it's Foster Group business, I'm on it.""No, that's not it. Remember how I axed that endorsement deal for the newbie, Julia, with our company? I've heard that Gordon Group went behind my back and set her up with Brighton Media. Give them a ring and let them know I ju
"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