Chapter 102
:..
420
55 vouchers
Falcon’s face flushed with anger at Joseph’s tirade. “Joseph, you… If you’re not involved with this designer, why are you so determined to defend her?”
“Defend her?” Joseph scoffed. “You just tried to destroy my reputation and hers, and you expect me to play nice? You’ve got some nerve. What did you have for breakfast, a bowl of shit? Because that’s what’s coming out of your mouth.”
Falcon was left speechless.
The old man really knew how to cut a person down to size.
Joseph’s eyes were cold and sharp. “I’m not like you, you lecherous old goat, chasing everything in a skirt from eighteen to fifty. Since you brought it up, let’s clear the air in front of the whole world. You just wait. First, we’ll deal with Eliana stealing this design. Then, we’ll deal with Beatrice Ashford bribing you.”
Eliana’s eyes shot wide open.
Dylan stared in disbelief, a hot flush of shame creeping up his neck.
Falcon had one sinking thought: he’d just kicked a hornet’s nest.
He knew Joseph couldn’t stand having his name dragged through the mud.
He scrambled to apologize, his tone suddenly respectful. “Joseph, it was a slip of the tongue. I’m sorry. Please,
calm down.”
“Calm down my ass!” Joseph shot back, refusing to be placated. “I’m an old man, I don’t care what you say about me. But this is a beautiful young woman. You slap a label like that on her, how is she supposed to find a partner? Your mouth is a toxic waste dump. Has it been festering for years to get that rotten?”
Eliana’s composure finally cracked. She shot a pale, furious glare at the calm and collected Stella.
But Joseph gave her no time to recover. He handed the bottle of mineral water to the host.
“Pour this water on the top–right corner of the design, right on that fingerprint. Do it slowly, right in front of the camera.”
Eliana tensed, her heart hammering in her chest. What was he doing?
How could this possibly prove anything?
The host did as instructed, and the camera zoomed in.
As the water soaked the paper, three words bled into view: Serena Hale.
“Ah…” Eliana gasped, horrified, the moment she saw the name.
The crowd fell into a stunned silence.
20:36 Thu, Feb 12
Chapter 102
The livestream chat exploded.
[No way, so Eliana really did steal the design from another artist.]
VPN 47
E55 vouchers
[Wait, did he just say Mrs. Ashford bribed Falcon? Falcon is so respected, I hope he wouldn’t disappoint us like that.]
Falcon’s pupils contracted as he shot a venomous glare at the stunned Eliana.
‘Useless girl, he thought, ‘she’s dragged my name through the mud.
Dylan was just as shocked. He didn’t care about winning; it was about participation.
But why would Eliana steal Stella’s design?
“Eliana, you…”
VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: From Divorced Wife To The Top Heiress