"Please don't be annoyed at me. I promise to send the files to your email as soon as possible," he shuttered after he heard Smith's threat. After witnessing how Smith turned the tides and made the whole internet cozy, he didn't doubt his ability anymore. Instead, his fear and respect for him grew bigger. It was a surprise and unexplainable how he grew to be such a powerful person despite his poor background. "You'd better do if you don't want to face my wrath," Smith said coldly, and he swallowed hard. "I'll do that, Sir. Thank you," he said and hung up on the call. He heaved out a sigh after ending the call with Smith. He didn't know he was holding his breath until now. He wondered what authority really possessed that made him feel intimidated even without seeing him. Smith wasn't the same person again. He had changed a lot. He wondered how his fiancee would react if she knew how powerful and wealthy her ex-husband had become overnight. He shoved his phone into his pocket and w
"You're yet to answer my question, Georgia. Am I the fool you're referring to?" Edward asked and tightened his fist with a cold look on his face. Although he didn't hear all of their conversation, he knew they were talking to him because some of their conversations were connected to him. But how could they dare to call him a fool? For what?He needed an answer to that question that was disturbing his mind and they were the only ones who could answer him but none of them were ready to call. Their knees were shaking as though they were guilty. He didn't need to be told that something was wrong. "Why aren't you saying anything?" He asked again, his tone becoming louder and colder. Olivia racked her brain, trying to come up with a better excuse to divert Edward's mind since it seemed he'd caught them red-handed but wanted them to admit to their mistake. "Do you mean that bastard, Smith?" Olivia quickly asked, and he arched his eyebrows wondering what she was up to. "Huh?""Yes, we w
Smith left the work he was doing and diverted his gaze to the phone that was beeping loudly before him on the desk. He pushed some files aside and picked up the phone from the table then scrolled through it until he saw the message that Edward sent to him. It was the image of the pregnancy result that he'd requested. Surprisingly, the pregnancy results were more than two with two different details but with the same name. He arched his eyebrows as he read through the file of the image. He had to convert both of the images into a PDF document so he could read them carefully. He arched his eyebrows after he was done reading the documents that seemed complex. He had been trying to understand why the files had her name in both of them but different dates of pregnancy intake. It meant only one thing, she'd manipulated the results in Edward's favor. That was the thought that came to his mind but he beat himself to it because he still believed that his ex-wife, Georgia, wouldn't do such
"Mr. Smith?"Georgia arched his eyebrows after hearing that name again. Mr. Smith! Who was Mr. Smith for crying out loud? She couldn't help but feel suspicious after hearing his name for the third time. She was annoyed that he'd had to deal with Edward. The last time that she was with Edward, she could remember vividly how Edward was shaking when he was conversing with that so-called Smith. She knew there was more to that man and she wanted to know what it was. If he could make Edward nervous then the man must be a very powerful and influential person. Somehow, that made her determined to get close to the mysterious Mr. Smith. Edward, on the other side, was scared when he heard Smith's name. He wasn't surprised like he used to because he knew what the man was capable of doing. He single-handedly made a powerful publishing house to delete and apologize for the rumor that was spread about his fiance, Georgia. He took a deep breath, trying to control his heart which was beating rapi
"Thank you," Edward muttered and breathed out heavily as he lay beside Georgia with a sad look on his face. She smiled at him, pulled the bedsheets from her body, and climbed down from the bed. He rolled to the other side of the bed and gripped her wrist firmly with a cold look on his face. "Where are you heading to?" He asked and she took a deep breath. She scratched her hair and smiled awkwardly. "I want to get a cup of coffee for both of us," she said and he scoffed. "That's why the staff assistant is here. Let me make an order and it'll be delivered in the blink of an eye," he said and she shook her head hastily. She wouldn't let him do such a thing. If he did, she wouldn't be able to carry out her plan, and his action would jeopardize everything and she wouldn't want such a thing to happen. "No, I'll do it myself. I just want to take a fresh air outside," she said and he nodded his head even though he wasn't convinced. "That's nice. I would like to go with you," he sai
"Smith?" She called out with a surprised look on her face and he stood his ground staring at her with an expressionless look. Although he knew she was in the hotel because he was alerted about their whereabouts, he didn't know they would meet because he came to resolve some issues. "What are you doing here?" She asked with a disdainful look on her face and he scoffed. "Is that what you are supposed to say after spilling this drink on me?" He asked in a cold tone and she snarled. "Don't give me that tone. That's what you get for bumping into me with that dirty body of yours," she said in a cold tone and he bit on his lower lips. She arched her eyebrows as a thought crossed her mind. What was he doing in that hotel? It couldn't be a coincidence that he came to the hotel the same day that the mysterious so-called Mr Smith refused to let her husband into the hotel. It couldn't be him, right? Although he was looking handsome and different, she couldn't bring herself to believe
Huh?Edward gasped out in shock and swallowed it as his gaze landed on Smith's eye which was burning with anger. He knew Smith was pissed for what his fiance did to him. He bit on his lower lips and rubbed his palms nervously with a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. "What do you say? You aren't talking Mr. Edward," he said and smiled at him mocking. Edward turned back and stared at his fiance, Georgia, who was staring at them with a confused look on her face. Because she was a few meters away from them, she couldn't hear their conversation clearly so she could only see their lips moving and from what she was seeing, none of what she was expecting to happen was happening. She didn't hear him yell at Smith for mocking her. He didn't call the cops or security guards on him to throw him into jail and discipline him for mocking her. What was happening? That was the question that revolved around her mind when she noticed such a scenario. "What are you talking about with that dou
Huh? Smith asked and turned to her with a confused look on his face. He couldn't understand how she managed to know that there was someone who was helping them. He assumed she got the information from Edward but it seemed Edward didn't tell her that it was him so that was why she was asking. It was better than the way. He decided to play with her mind, a sweet mind game. He turned to Edward, who lowered his head in fear. He couldn't bear to maintain eye contact with him. He was aware of what he did. Just as he was about to talk, Georgia spoke up. “What's up with the silence? Are you the Smith he'd been talking about?” She asked in a cold tone and Smith smiled. “What if I'm the mysterious Smith? What would you do about it?” Smith asked in a calm tone and caressed his chin while Edward stared at him with a confused look. He couldn't understand why Smith was revealing himself. He didn't want that, right? He didn't want anyone to know about his mysterious turnover but here he was, g