ANMELDENThe next morning, soft music drifted through the luxurious apartment, creating an atmosphere of peace and comfort.
But there was nothing peaceful about the woman sitting on the expensive sofa.
Aliza Welch lounged comfortably in a silk nightdress, one leg crossed over the other. A glass of red wine rested loosely between her fingers as she stared at the computer screen in front of her.
Her lips curled into a satisfied, almost sinister smile.
Everything was going acc
The next morning, soft music drifted through the luxurious apartment, creating an atmosphere of peace and comfort.But there was nothing peaceful about the woman sitting on the expensive sofa.Aliza Welch lounged comfortably in a silk nightdress, one leg crossed over the other. A glass of red wine rested loosely between her fingers as she stared at the computer screen in front of her.Her lips curled into a satisfied, almost sinister smile.Everything was going according to plan.On the screen was a collection of news reports about the protest that had erupted around the signal tower construction site the previous day.The story had exploded overnight.It was everywhere.News websites were publishing updates. Videos of the chaotic protest were spreading across social media. Hashtags related to Eva Lowes and World Group had begun trending, while thousands of angry comments flooded every post.Aliza took a slow sip of wine
Eva, Blake, and Jayson had barely touched their food when the phone call came.Whatever appetite they had vanished instantly.“There’s trouble at the construction site,” the voice on the other end said urgently. “The protesters are becoming uncontrollable.”Eva’s expression changed.“Take us there. Now.”Within minutes, the three of them were on their way.By the time they arrived, the situation had already spiraled into chaos.A massive crowd had gathered around the construction site, blocking the entrance and preventing the workers from continuing. Voices rose above one another, angry shouts mixing with the sound of construction equipment that had long since fallen silent.The leader of the engineering department spotted Eva and immediately hurried toward her.“Finally, you’re here!”Eva stepped out of the vehicle and looked around, her brows drawing together.“What’s happening?”The lead engineer let out a weary sigh.“As you know, this project depends heavily on advanced informati
Blake’s unusual attention toward Eva had not gone unnoticed. Lately, he seemed to appear around her more often than before—his glances lingering a little longer, his words carrying a familiarity that felt too close for comfort. To others it might have looked harmless, but to Jayson, it stirred a quiet storm of worry and jealousy.Eva had reassured him countless times that Blake was part of her past and nothing more. She insisted that whatever they once had was over, and that she had no intention of reopening a chapter she had already closed. Yet despite her words, Jayson couldn’t ignore the truth that lingered in the back of his mind.Blake was not just any man—he was the one Eva had once loved deeply. The history between them wasn’t something that could simply disappear overnight. And no matter how much Jayson tried to trust her, the sight of Blake drawing closer again made him wonder if the past was truly finished… or if it was quietly finding its way back into their present.Jayson
Liza returned, struggling under the weight of several packages. She set them down on the coffee table with a huff, wiping the sweat from her brow.Blake’s expression shifted instantly. His sharp gaze locked onto the familiar wrapping, the distinctive embossed logos, and the handwritten foreign addresses.His jaw tightened.“Grandma, these are the gifts I sent to Eva,” he said coldly, stepping forward. “Why are you with them?”Liza froze for only a heartbeat before forcing a casual laugh. “Oh, these? I just… helped her keep them safe. You know how deliveries can be—sometimes they end up at the wrong address.”“Wrong address?” Blake’s voice was icy. “Then why are they all unopened? And why were they in your room?”Despite being caught red-handed, Liza straightened her back, her tone dripping with self-righteousness. “I was only protecting you, Blake. That woman doesn’t deserve these. Who knows if she’s just pretending to be dignified while taking advantage of you? I was doing you a favo
After the farce the other day, the scandal about Eva and the mysterious foreign man quickly became a hot topic across social media and gossip columns.But unlike before—when the crowd mocked, doubted, and even ridiculed her—this time, public opinion took a dramatic turn.“Wow, Eva is incredibly charming! The sender has to be either a CEO, a high-ranking official or a mysterious billionaire. Man, she is so attractive!”“I support Eva. Who says a woman can’t find love again after divorce? She’s thriving!”It wasn’t just the lavish gifts or the grand gesture that won people over—it was the way Eva carried herself. Gone was the woman who once lived quietly in the shadow of a crumbling marriage. Now, she walked with a confidence that turned heads, her style refined, her aura unshakable.A video clip of her stepping out of a sleek black car, dressed in a white satin blouse and high-waisted trousers, went viral. Her hair was softly curled, her makeup glowing, and her every move exuded elegan
Liza was afraid that Eva would go back on her word. She had seen that uncertain flicker in her eyes — the hesitation, the internal war. And she knew Eva too well. If given another second, she might snatch everything back and claim it all for herself. Without a second thought, Liza lunged forward, her hand darting toward the pile of boxes stacked neatly in the delivery man's arms.“Give them to me right now!” she barked, her voice sharp with desperation.Eva took a startled step back. Her lips parted as if to protest, but no words came out. Maybe she didn’t expect Liza to act so quickly. Maybe she thought she still had control.The delivery man froze, caught between the two women like a child between feuding parents. His eyes darted from one face to the other, unsure whom to believe. The tension in the air was thick — almost tangible — and it made his skin crawl. He clutched the parcels uncertainly, scanning the names again.“These were sent by... Blake, right?” he asked, mostly to him







