Natalie shrieked loudly as Paul spat out his drink on her dress, her voice cutting through the noise of the lounge. “What the hell, Paul!” she screamed, frantically wiping at the stain spreading across her designer outfit. “Look what you’ve done!” “Hey, babe, calm down,” Tristan began in a bid to reassure her but she cut him short. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” She rose from her seat after saying this, and with a furious glare directed at Paul, she stormed off to the restroom to clean up herself . Meanwhile, Paul remained frozen in his seat, still clutching his phone tightly as if he expected Martha to call back and tell him it had all been a joke. Minutes passed without him getting a call back, and the reality of his situation sank in—He had been fired. His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and confusion as he glanced at Adrian, who was watching him with an infuriatingly calm expression. “How did he know?” Paul whispered to himself in confusion, and his mind raced with the

Keaton whipped out a small bottle containing a clear liquid from his pocket. It was a special solution used by his uncle to verify the authenticity of jewelry during his novice days as an appraiser. He had passed it down to Keaton to use in the meantime, until he fully mastered the art of appraisal and could do it without the liquid. “This will tell us the truth,” he announced, raising the bottle to show everyone before he unscrewed the cap and carefully poured a few drops onto Natalie’s bracelet. Everyone’s attention was fixated on what he was doing, and almost immediately, the bracelet started to change color, turning a dirty green hue. Gasps echoed around the room, and Tristan’s face drained of all color. “T-that’s not possible!” he sputtered out, his tone tinged with disbelief and denial. “I bought it from a trustworthy jeweler!” Natalie’s face twisted with fury, her eyes flashing as she shot up from her seat and glared at Tristan. “You embarrassed me in front of everyone! No

Adrian’s temper flared as he saw Regina fall, her cry of pain sending a wave of protective instinct coursing through him. He stepped forward to help her, but she swatted his hand away and shot him a disgusted glare. “Don’t you dare touch me with your filthy hands. I don’t need help from a useless fellow like you,” she warned, her show of stubbornness doing nothing to hide the embarrassment on her face. Adrian stepped back in resignation and clenched his fist in frustration as he watched her struggle to her feet while clutching her back and wincing in pain. He couldn’t understand why she was being so stubborn when it was evident from the pained expression on her face that the fall had clearly hurt her. He kept his gaze on her for a bit longer to ensure she was now fully on her feet before he turned around and walked up to Zachary to confront him. Before he could say anything, Mr. Ben jumped in, his voice firm. “That’s no way to treat people, Mr. Manager! That woman did nothing wrong

Owen’s men tensed and released Adrian instantly as if they had been electrocuted by him. Jonah walked over to where Adrian stood and their eyes met in unspoken understanding before he turned his attention to Owen. Owen didn’t look like the intimidating mob boss he had been a few minutes ago. Instead, he looked like a man on death row, his one good eye widened in what looked to be alarm and even a hint of fear. He subconsciously did a double take while trying to control his heart rate that had picked up as a result of Jonah’s presence. “Mr. Leigh…” he breathed, his voice unsure. Jonah didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “I’m glad you know me. No need for introductions then,” he stated, his gaze trained icily on Owen as he continued, “I’ll cut to the chase. This investment company is under the ownership of the Alpha Group, hence you have no business dealing with it. Zachary Lynn acted alone, so you will deal with him, and him only.” Owen nodded frantically. “Of course, of course…”

Flynn’s heart plummeted, and his hands dropped to his sides as he staggered back, his face draining of color. Lilian, who had been standing tensely beside him, looked at him with wide eyes when she saw his reaction.“Flynn,” she drawled wearily, her eyes searching his face. “What did Dad say?”“We’re finished,” Flynn whispered in disbelief and looked toward the floor, unwilling to meet her eyes. “This…this can’t be happening!”“But it is,” Adrian replied dryly. “You both shouldn’t have crossed the line by threatening my wife.”Flynn’s knees hit the marble floor of the lobby with a dull thud, and his body trembled as he jerked forward, clutching Adrian’s legs with desperate hands. “Adrian, please! I…I was wrong!” He begged, his voice cracking as his earlier arrogance was now nowhere to be found. “I shouldn’t have threatened your wife! Heck, I shouldn’t have underestimated you. Please, don’t do this to my family!” His words stumbled over each other and his grip tightened on Adrian’s le