At that mont Jas frowned slightly and pulled the phone from his pocket. He looked at the screen, expecting a regular call or maybe one of his investors.
But when he unlocked the screen, his eyes froze for a mont.
"It’s a ssage," Jas muttered to himself.
Emily watched curiously, tilting her head slightly. "From who?"
However Jas didn’t answer imdiately. He opened the ssage and saw the sender’s na William Victor.
The ssage was short, but it was enough to light up Jas’ face with a victorious smile.
"He accepted," Jas said with a low chuckle.
"What?" Emily asked, confused.
"William Victor," Jas replied, his eyes still on the screen. "He’s accepted the eting. He said I should set the ti and place."
Jas’ grin widened, his eyes burning with satisfaction.
"This is moving faster than I thought."
At that mont, Emily’s face tightened. She stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes fixed sharply on Jas.
Yes, she was happy for him happy that he was getting the connection he wanted, the one he believed would finally help him deal with Cora. But still... deep inside, she was burning with anger.
She couldn’t just ignore it.
"Jas," she said, her voice low but heavy with frustration, "I’m happy you got what you wanted. Fine. But I’m not comfortable with this at all."
Jas looked up from his phone, his brows slightly raised.
Imdiately Emily stepped forward, her hands still folded tightly.
"Let remind you," she continued, her eyes narrowing, "this is the sa William. The sa William Victor who humiliated us in front of everybody at the ceremony. Have you forgotten? He didn’t even blink before ordering them to drag out like trash."
Her voice cracked a little from the mory, and her face flushed with anger.
"And now, just like that, he’s suddenly changing his mind? Just like that, he wants to et you?" Emily shook her head, her jaw clenched. "I don’t like it, Jas. I don’t like it one bit."
She stepped even closer, her eyes locked onto his.
"I think sothing is wrong. I’m not saying don’t go, but I’m saying you should be extrely careful. Don’t trust him easily. Sothing feels off."
At that mont, hearing what Emily just said, Jas let out a slow breath. He wasn’t surprised by her reaction, not one bit. In fact, he had thought about it himself the sa concerns, the sa suspicion.
He looked at her and nodded slowly. "Emily, I understand you. I really do. To be honest, I’ve thought about it too."
He walked over to the table and placed his glass of wine down gently, his expression turning serious.
"I’ve asked myself, why now? Why would William Victor suddenly want to see ? Why would he even entertain the idea of eting with after what he did to us at the ceremony?"
He paused, his eyes sharp, his mind replaying everything.
"I have every reason not to believe him," Jas admitted. "I know that. But after thinking it through... I’ve co to the conclusion that maybe... just maybe, William has finally seen the light."
Jas chuckled dryly and shook his head.
"Maybe Cora told him sothing... maybe she promised him sothing big. Sothing she hasn’t been able to fulfill. That’s the only thing that makes sense. That can only explain why he’d want to turn his back on her now."
He turned back to Emily, his eyes steady and cold.
"As for everything that happened at the ceremony, I’m not even worried about that anymore. I’m not angry about it either. If that mistake can be corrected... if Cora ends up getting the punishnt of a lifeti... then I don’t care what William did back then."
Jas picked up his glass again, a small grin forming on his lips.
"As long as the end justifies the ans, Emily. That’s all that matters."
At that mont, Emily nodded her head slowly, though her face still held a trace of anger. She waved her hand slightly in the air as if dismissing the weight of the matter, but her words still carried a sting.
"No problem," Emily said, her voice tight. "I understand what you an, Jas. I just hope that fool... that bastard doesn’t backstab you again, just like he did at that ceremony."
Then She folded her arms across her chest, her eyes still narrowing at the mory of that day the embarrassnt, the sha. It still burned in her chest like it just happened.
Jas chuckled lightly, unbothered, his expression calm but cold.
"Well, I’m not sure about that," he replied. "He might backstab again, who knows? But even if he does, it’s not a big deal. It’s not sothing I’ll sit around regretting."
He took another slow sip of his wine, his gaze steady on Emily.
"One thing I’m very sure of though," Jas continued, his tone turning sharper, "is that William won’t want to throw this away so easily. He knows this is a great opportunity, a perfect shot at getting back at Cora."
Jas began pacing slowly, each step asured, his mind racing with possibilities.
"And if I’m right... if my gut feeling is correct, then yes — sothing is definitely going on between William and Cora. Sothing deep."
He turned back to Emily with a sly smile.
"So what do I do? Simple. I’m going to use one stone to kill two birds. I’ll find out what’s really going on between them... and at the sa ti, I’ll use William to my own benefit."
**
At that mont, Samuel was seated inside his study room, a space that looked nothing short of a masterpiece. The walls were painted in deep mahogany tones, rich and warm, with a texture that gave the room a classic yet powerful feel. Around him, the walls were adorned with large, elegant posters vintage art, so abstract, others frad portraits of influential figures, all carefully placed to give the room a blend of culture and authority.
On the far side, a tall bookshelf stood proudly, filled with books arranged perfectly by size and color. There was a large antique globe resting on a corner table, next to a bronze statue of a knight holding a sword. Everything in the room scread wealth and taste an artwork in itself.
Samuel sat behind a heavy oak desk, reading through a docunt, when suddenly his phone buzzed, vibrating sharply against the wooden surface. He glanced at it, his face calm but focused. Without wasting any more ti, he picked it up and answered the call.
"Any news?" Samuel asked directly, his voice low and steady. "Have you seen Cora today? Is she going sowhere?"
However there was a brief pause on the line before the person on the other end responded.
"Well... that’s why I’m calling, sir," the voice said carefully. "It’s been almost 24 hours now, actually just a little less and we haven’t seen Cora move or leave the house. She hasn’t gone anywhere."
Samuel’s eyes narrowed slightly, tapping his finger softly on the desk, his mind already calculating what that could an. But before he could speak, the voice on the line continued.
"But sothing happened this morning," the person added, his tone shifting slightly. "Sothing that caught my attention. That’s why I’m calling to pass the ssage to you imdiately."
Upon hearing what the person just said, Samuel imdiately stood up from where he was seated. The chair pushed back slightly with a soft creak, but he didn’t care. His face grew tense, his brows drawn together as he held the phone tighter to his ear.
"What happened?" Samuel asked sharply, pacing slowly across the room. "Is Cora alright? Did soone trouble her? Or was sobody trying to talk down at her? What’s going on?"
His voice was calm, but the edge in his tone was impossible to miss. His mind was already racing with worst-case scenarios.
The person on the other end of the line chuckled lightly, shaking his head even though Samuel couldn’t see him.
"No, sir, if it was sothing like that, I wouldn’t even bother calling," the man replied. "You know her, she would’ve handled the situation herself without even blinking."
Samuel stood still for a mont, his eyes locked on one of the posters on the wall, his breathing heavy.
"But this... this was different," the man continued. "This was worse in a way. Sobody showed up this morning, right in front of Cora’s parking space in her company, carrying a bouquet of flowers."
Samuel’s eyes narrowed sharply, his jaw tightening. "Flowers?"
"Yes, sir," the man confird. "But not just any flowers. The bouquet was huge. So tall and wide that it practically covered the person carrying it."
Imdiately Samuel’s hand clenched slightly by his side, still listening carefully.
"The person presented it to Cora right there, in public. The whole thing caught attention imdiately. People were watching, recording, pulling out their phones, it beca a scene."
At that mont Samuel’s lips pressed tightly together, his mind piecing together the kind of statent this gesture was making.
"So I thought I should let you know imdiately," the man added. "Because this doesn’t look like a regular gift... this feels like soone is trying to make a statent on her."
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