His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 160

Nova took Eliza's harsh words as nothing more than a desperate last stand.

With a smirk, she said, "Casper is the kingpin in Falconridge. He decides who gets played and who gets discarded. And who do you think you are? Just a cast-off wife from high society, a woman with a tarnished reputation kicked to the curb. Do you really know your place? It's all about evidence. You claim Robin didn't assault me, but where's your proof?"

That was the crux of it.

Eliza had no proof. She was in such a vulnerable position. However, she couldn't let herself fall into the trap of trying to prove a negative.

"Where's your evidence? Do you think the police will believe whatever you say just because of some underwear?"

"That's the police's problem, not mine," Nova sneered, biting off a hangnail. "You better start worrying about yourself, Eliza. How can the sister of a rapist expect to hold her own in a company like ours? We don’t just hire anyone."

First, Nova stole her design drafts and then spread slanderous rumors about her being a rapist's sister on the company's internal network. Such a shameless person should have been thrown into a manure pit at birth.

Eliza's gaze darkened as it fell on a kitchen knife nearby.

Nova continued her infuriating tirade, "You're just trash. Your entire family deserves to live in the abyss, fall into the deepest pit of hell, never to be reborn."

"If you can't find a job after leaving Welton International, I could hook you up with some club hosting. You could make a living off your youth for a few years. And since you can't have kids, men will love it—there’ll be no need for protection, double the pleasure."

Nova was thoroughly enjoying her rant. She failed to notice that Eliza had already picked up the knife, raising it high.

Nova realized too late that her mobility was hindered; she could only scream and cover her head, "Ah... Help..."

But before the knife could descend, a pair of strong hands grasped Eliza's wrist.

She turned in shock. It was Casper.

His grip was firm. The knife fell to the ground with a clang.