FAZER LOGINChapter 83The sound of a cellphone ringing repeatedly shattered the silence of the night inside Kyle’s private study. On the desk, which was littered with cigarette butts and empty whiskey glasses, the phone vibrated violently, displaying an incoming call from an unknown number.Kyle, sitting with his eyes half-closed from the effects of alcohol and mental exhaustion, reached for the phone with trembling hands. He pressed the answer button and brought it to his ear.“Hello...” Kyle’s voice sounded hoarse and heavy.“How was it? Your performance at tonight’s event certainly attracted quite a lot of public attention, Mr. Stevens,” an elegant, cold female voice with a strong aura of dominance greeted him from the other end of the line.Kyle immediately straightened his back. A flicker of awareness struck his mind. He recognized that voice very well—the voice of the woman who had mysteriously contacted him a few days ago, provided him with a large amount of funding, and handed over all t
The door of the luxury SUV closed with a heavy thud that muffled the chaotic noise of the city night. Inside the dimly lit cabin, the air conditioning blew gently, cooling the air that felt hot from the tension back at the hotel. Ravelle sat in the front passenger seat, staring blankly out the window glass which was beginning to be moistened by remaining droplets of dew. Out there, even though the car doors were tightly closed, the shadows of the reporters jostling, the blinding camera flashes, and the judgmental whispers still echoed clearly in Ravelle's head. The phone in her bag continued to vibrate endlessly—online news notifications, critical messages from colleagues who had fallen for the rumors, and the drop in the company's stock chart reported by the management team. Erlan sat in the driver's seat. The man took off his jacket which felt tight, loosening his tie knot with a rough movement, then turned his body to face Ravelle. The genius doctor's gaze did not radiate panic
The crystal lights in the Grand Hyatt ballroom suddenly seemed painfully bright. On the reception table near the entrance, the large projector that normally displayed beautiful photos of the invited guests was now occupied by digital files from the flash drive Kyle had thrown down.Everyone in the room stared at the large screen with bated breath. Rows of digital forensic charts, file metadata analyses, and stamped statements were displayed clearly. The evidence looked neat, highly detailed, and convincing. In the eyes of the uninformed guests, the data seemed to prove that the evidence of the cheating scandal Ravelle had exposed several months earlier was the result of sophisticated fabrication and manipulation.Ravelle stood frozen beside Erlan. Her throat felt constricted. She read every line on the projector screen with her hands clenched tightly in trembling fists.Erlan, who was known as a specialist doctor and highly educated genius researcher, immediately narrowed his eyes whe
The grand ballroom of the Grand Hyatt was filled with the glitter of crystal lights reflecting beautifully across the polished marble floor. Soft classical music played in the background, mingling with the murmurs of the invited guests—elite businessmen, specialist doctors, and prominent names from the city’s socialite circles.Ravelle stepped inside wearing a midnight-blue silk gown that elegantly embraced her figure. Beside her, Erlan looked exceptionally handsome in a perfectly fitted black tuxedo that accentuated his tall, well-built frame. Throughout their journey from the entrance toward the center of the ballroom, Erlan never released his hold on Ravelle’s fingers, as though he wanted to make it clear to the world who the most precious woman by his side was.“Erlan, look, that’s Professor Haryo,” Ravelle whispered, pointing toward a middle-aged man who was casually chatting with several of his colleagues.Erlan smiled faintly. “Come on, let’s greet him.”Erlan led Ravelle towar
The iron door of the detention cell in Sector Five was opened by an officer. Kyle stepped inside with a face that had grown gaunt and haggard. Dark circles lay heavily beneath his eyes, radiating the anger and resentment that had been festering in his chest for the past several days.Behind the wooden table separating the visitation area, Jessica sat in a dull orange prison uniform. Her hair, which had once always been perfectly styled at her favorite salon, was now messy and lifeless. Her beautiful face was covered in bluish bruises—the remnants of the beating she had received from several inmates a few nights ago.However, the moment her eyes caught sight of Kyle, there was no fear or regret on Jessica's face. Instead, her dry lips curved into an irritating, mocking smile."Well, well, look who's here," Jessica sneered in a hoarse voice. She leaned back against the wooden chair, looking Kyle up and down. "The esteemed Mr. Kyle Stevens. What brings you all the way here to visit a pri
The master bedroom of the Branson residence was once again enveloped in a soothing silence. The bedside lamp glowed faintly, casting a dim yellow light that spread warmth across the large bed. The fragrant scent of aromatherapy oil mingled lightly with the lingering scent of their bodies in the air.Ravelle lay on her side with her back facing Erlan. Her flushed face was hidden behind the pillow, while both of her hands tightly gripped the edge of the thick blanket covering their bodies. Without a single thread of clothing clinging to her skin, the chill of the night was swept away by a wave of embarrassment that suddenly overwhelmed her senses. The memory of what had just happened replayed in her mind, leaving her breathing still slightly labored.Slowly, the blanket behind her shifted. A strong, muscular arm smoothly wrapped around Ravelle's waist, slowly pulling her body backward until her bare back rested warmly against Erlan's broad chest. The man rested his chin on Ravelle's sho
Without waiting for Kyle's reaction as he remained frozen in place, Ravelle turned the handle of the mansion's double doors, stepped outside with her back perfectly straight, and shut them with a firm click that echoed loudly.“Ravelle! Wait!” Kyle shouted after his ego as the head of the household
Ravelle pressed her fingers together as they felt as cold as ice while stepping out of Kyle's private study. Her chest churned, no longer with sadness, but with measured anger.With calm steps carefully controlled to make no sound, she intended to head to the clean kitchen for a glass of water. How
Ravelle remained motionless where she stood.The world around her seemed to move in slow motion, testing every limit of mental endurance she possessed. The words Calysta had just spoken no longer shattered her heart; instead, they crystallized a deep sense of disgust.“Oh, Ravelle? You're home alre
“How is that possible?!”Ravelle's voice rose, not out of hysteria, but from a demand for logic that flatly refused to accept what she had just heard.“I live with him every day! We share a bed, manage assets together, and celebrate our wedding anniversary! How can the government declare that we've







