로그인"Take my advice." Petra said, her hands folded round her chest as she stood calmly before them, her posture steady and completely unshaken by the accusations that had been thrown at her moments earlier. "Rather than threatening me, you should think about how you will explain the system breakdown to all the industry's elites here."Her voice carried a quiet firmness that suggested she was stating a fact rather than offering a warning. The way she delivered the words made it sound less like an argument and more like a prediction that had already been decided.Zoe reacted almost immediately.She let out a small laugh, the sound light but clearly mocking. Her shoulders relaxed slightly as if Petra’s statement had amused her rather than worried her.Turning her head, she briefly glanced at Pete, the corners of her lips still curved upward in a confident smile.Then she turned back to Petra again."Petra, don't tell me you think your lies will stop us from getting the investment," Zoe said,
Outside the hall, six young ladies dressed in identical red gowns stood neatly arranged in two straight lines just beside the entrance door. The bright red fabric of their gowns caught the light softly, giving the entrance an air of ceremony that suggested the moment ahead was meant to be important."Smiles, young ladies," the man in a sky-blue suit instructed firmly as he stood a few steps away from them, observing their posture with sharp attention. The man was Gary Templar, Zoe's uncle. His polished shoes tapped lightly against the ground as he shifted his stance, clearly determined that everything must appear perfect for the arrival he had been waiting for. "Gentle smiles," he repeated, lifting his hand slightly as if guiding them into the exact expression he wanted.The ladies quickly obeyed, adjusting their expressions into soft, welcoming smiles. Their movements were quick but careful, each of them clearly aware that even the smallest mistake might draw Gary's disapproval.G
“I admit Jordan System does have a bug.” Zoe continued, her tone confident and unwavering. “And it was a tough one,” she added, lifting her chin slightly as if emphasizing the effort behind her achievement. “But luckily, I stepped in and I already cracked it. The system is running perfectly fine now.”The certainty in her voice was unmistakable, and the pride she carried while speaking suggested that she had been waiting for the perfect moment to make that announcement. Her eyes remained fixed on Petra, searching for the reaction she expected; surprise, perhaps even defeat.Pete did not hesitate to jump into the moment.“Petra,” Pete cut in immediately, his face suddenly lit with a wide smile that looked far too satisfied to be natural. He tugged his hands comfortably into his pockets. “Didn’t expect that, huh?” he continued, his voice carrying a mocking edge that made his words sound deliberately provocative.He paused briefly, letting the moment settle before continuing, clearly en
“The ones addicted are you two.” Petra cut her off sharply, her voice firm and steady as it sliced through the tension between them. “A tiny company with terrible qualification like yours pulled strings. Or you wouldn’t even have the chance to stand here.”Her words landed heavily, and though she spoke calmly, the meaning behind them was unmistakably harsh.She turned her full attention to Pete, her gaze steady as if she were examining a mistake she had already predicted long ago. “After all, your product’s system has a fatal bug. It’s completely worthless.”The moment the words left her lips, Pete’s expression shifted dramatically. The anger that had been blazing in his eyes only seconds earlier suddenly froze in place, replaced by a look of confusion that slowly twisted into alarm.His brows furrowed deeply, and his lips parted slightly as though he had been caught off guard by something he never expected to hear.For a moment, he simply stared at Petra, trying to process what she h
"My order…" Pete gasped, the words escaping his mouth as though the breath had been punched straight out of his chest.His voice carried disbelief and raw panic at the same time.Both he and Zoe bent down instinctively, their movements stiff and hurried as their eyes fixed on the torn and scattered pieces of paper lying helplessly on the floor.The fragments of the once neatly printed document were now nothing more than useless scraps."My order!" Pete repeated again, louder this time, his voice rising sharply with desperation.His teeth ground tightly against each other while his fists curled so hard that the knuckles turned pale under the strain.For seconds longer, he simply stared at the shredded pieces as if willing them to somehow piece themselves back together.Then slowly, his head lifted.Pete turned fiercely to face Petra.His eyes burned with fury as they locked onto her calm and unflinching gaze. The anger boiling inside him had already swallowed whatever composure he once
Pete chuckled softly, the sound carrying a mocking edge as he slowly nodded his head while staring directly at Petra.The faint red mark left on his cheek from the slap had not yet faded, but the irritation burning inside him seemed to have transformed into something more calculating.His lips curved into a smug smile as if he had already convinced himself that the situation would soon swing back in his favor."Petra, still putting on an act, huh?" he said with a slow shake of his head, his voice dripping with disbelief and sarcasm. He studied her face carefully, almost as if searching for some crack in her confidence that would prove she was bluffing. "Let me tell you something."He shifted his posture slightly, drawing himself up as though preparing to issue a warning."That slap you gave me just now?" Pete continued, raising a hand to lightly touch the cheek that had received Petra’s strike earlier. His fingers brushed across the spot briefly before lowering again. His smile tighte
The chaos inside the hall had reached its peak.Pieces of cake lay scattered across the floor, smeared under hurried footsteps. Fruits rolled lazily across the polished tiles, and fragments of wooden decorations were spread near the stage like the aftermath of a small storm.The once elegant event
Petra stood firmly where she was, her chest rising and falling slowly as she tried to steady the storm raging inside her.Her eyes, however, remained locked on Pete and Zoe.“I heard it loud and clear while you made fun of what I went through,” Petra continued, her teeth gritted tightly as the word
Her voice was so loud that it cut across the hall like a blade.“Petra,” Pete called again, shifting uncomfortably where he stood. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, and his face had already begun to pale. “You’re the baby’s mom. How could you even say that? No matter how upset you are, yo
The entire hall had fallen into a strange silence after Petra’s cold declaration about the divorce.The atmosphere that had earlier been filled with murmurs and scattered arguments now carried a tense stillness, the kind that made every small movement feel louder than it should.Pete stood there fo







