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Chapter 871

Screams echoed from the pavilion, each one blending with the next, until a full half-hour passed before silence finally fell.During this time, not a single servant appeared. The staff had grown used to Rebecca being hit, and nobody dared to intervene. After all, they were just employees, and Rebecca wasn't particularly kind to them. It was best to avoid trouble whenever possible.Rebecca lay motionless on the pavilion floor, barely conscious. Her body was covered in bruises, though her face remained unmarked.Standing over her, Nathaniel looked down with a mix of disgust and hatred. He snarled, "Rebecca, if you hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't have had a falling-out with Damon. The Preston Group wouldn't be in this mess, begging for partnerships. You deserve every bit of this."Rebecca didn't reply. Her eyes were full of despair.How much longer would this endless, miserable life continue? If she had known what returning to the country would cost her, she would never have come back.

Chapter 872

With a final scornful look, Nathaniel strode away.Rebecca stared at his back, her eyes burning with hatred. He despised her, but she felt no less resentment toward him.Every day she endured his torment, desperate to escape this life. If she could go back, she'd never have let Nathaniel into her life.When Nathaniel returned to his study, he immediately called Damon to recount everything Rebecca had just told him."Sounds like Drake might not have any ill intentions toward Nyla," he ventured.Damon tapped rhythmically on his desk, his eyes cast down. "Thanks, but this doesn't really add up to what I need."Nathaniel knew Rebecca's vague answers were hardly useful, so he said, "I wasn't planning to get anything out of this. I'll get Rebecca to reach out to Drake again, see if we can dig deeper. Then we'll talk.""Sure," Damon answered.Damon hung up and set his phone down, a cold glint in his eyes. He only wanted peace with Nyla, yet trouble seemed to find them again and again.

Chapter 873

Nyla let out a soft gasp as she found herself straddling Damon's lap, his muscles tense beneath her. Her face flushed, and she quickly looked away.Turning off the hairdryer, she muttered, "All done. Let me put this away."Before she could get up, Damon took the hairdryer from her and tossed it aside."What are you—" Before Nyla could finish, Damon kissed her.His scent of pine filled her senses, and her body trembled, melting into his embrace.When Damon finally pulled back, their breaths were uneven, and their heartbeats pounded so loudly it was impossible to tell whose was whose. His hand glided down her waist, gently untying her robe, which fell open...The lights clicked off.It took a while before the intimate atmosphere in the room finally calmed.…Only Tom and his secretary remained in the living room of the Genge villa.Tom handed a bag to his secretary. "Send this to Meristate."The bag was transparent, holding a used wine glass.The secretary hesitated. "Mr. Gen

Chapter 874

"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd stay up a bit longer," Phoebe replied."Mm. What did you want to talk to me about?" Valarie asked.Phoebe handed her a bank card, sighing. "You know how things are with your father's business. We don't know how much longer it'll hold out."Your dad and I have been saving this money for you since you were born. Originally, it was meant for your wedding, but we've decided it's better to give it to you now."Valarie's smile faded as she looked at the card, hesitant to take it. "Mom, I can't take this.""Take it," Phoebe urged. "Think of it as your wedding gift from us. There might not be anything left for you later."Valarie shook her head. "I really don't need it, Mom. You should give it to Dad to help with the business instead—"Phoebe interrupted, "This isn't enough to save the company. And it's been saved under your name since you were born. Your dad and I have been adding to the account every year. Even if we go bankrupt, no one can touch it

Chapter 875

"Alright, I'll be down in a moment," Valarie replied.After dismissing the maid, she quickly freshened up and went downstairs within 20 minutes.As soon as Valarie entered the living room, she saw Zayn's mother, Monica Eyman, sitting on the sofa. Her expression immediately darkened.With a frown, she moved to sit beside Phoebe and coldly regarded Monica across from her. "What are you doing here?"If it weren't for the Updikes' enabling, Zayn wouldn't have dared to treat her the way he did. The very thought made her stomach churn with disgust.Monica had once acted so fond of her, even 'warning' Zayn in front of her to treat her better. For a time, Valarie had believed Monica truly liked her—until she discovered that Zayn had a mistress who had already borne him a child—and that Monica knew about it. Monica even visited them regularly.After learning this, Valarie lost all respect for her.Monica forced a weak smile. "Valarie, I'm truly sorry for what happened with Zayn. I didn't

Chapter 876

"Mrs. Updike, do I look like an idiot to you? Or are you just not thinking straight?" Valarie asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.Monica's expression stiffened in response."Then what do you want?" Monica demanded, her voice cold.Valarie raised her eyebrows and said firmly, "Even if they're sent abroad, they could always come back. What I want is to sever ties completely."Monica's face hardened. "Valarie, you're still just a young woman. Don't be so ruthless. Zayn's mistress may be at fault, but the child is innocent. I can't believe you'd suggest something so extreme!"Her gaze carried a note of disappointment, as though Valarie's words reflected poorly on her character.Once, that look might have affected Valarie, but now Monica was no more than the mother of the defendant—a near stranger to her."Whatever ruthlessness I have pales in comparison to yours, Mrs. Updike. After all, you managed to raise a rapist," Valarie retorted."What did you just say?!" Monica shot up fr

Chapter 877

An hour later, Anthony stood outside the Genge residence with a grim expression.The butler greeted him, "Mr. Updike, Mr. Genge does not wish to see you. Please leave.""I'll wait," Anthony replied firmly. "Until he's willing to see me.""Mr. Updike, waiting is pointless. When Mr. Genge makes a decision, no one can change it," the butler said.Anthony asked, "But what did I do to offend him? Why is he determined to destroy my company?"The butler paused, then answered, "Mr. Updike, if you're looking to save your business, you'd be better off asking the Weirs for help."With that, he closed the door. If Anthony understood the implication, he would not linger.In less than a minute, Anthony turned and left.…Monica rushed to meet him outside the Weir residence.The moment she saw him, she exclaimed, "Aren't you the one who said the company is on the verge of bankruptcy? What are you doing here at the Weirs'?""To ask Valarie to spare us," Anthony replied.Monica's eyes widen

Chapter 878

All these years they had been married, it had always been Anthony who gave in to Monica. She was accustomed to having her way with him, so it was unlikely she would hold her temper now.What she could not tolerate most was Anthony hitting her in front of a maid.Silence settled between them.Anthony regarded Monica with tired eyes, devoid of the affection that once filled them.Monica's heart pounded as she realized he might actually be serious."You—" she began, her voice faltering.He cut her off, "Fine. If you want a divorce, we'll divorce."She stared at him, stunned. She had only intended the comment as a threat, never imagining he would actually agree.As the shock wore off, it gave way to rage. Not only was he not apologizing for hitting her, but he was also so brazen about it."Fine! But don't you dare regret it!" She spun around, anger burning within her, and stormed back to her car.Watching her drive away, Anthony remained silent. He turned to the maid at the door

Chapter 879

As expected, Anthony knew how to handle serious matters—he had far more patience than Monica.When he saw Valarie's car, he immediately ran in front of it."Mr. Updike!" his assistant exclaimed.Valarie was startled and slammed on the brakes. Fortunately, she wasn't driving fast, and her car stopped just inches from Anthony.Anthony's assistant hurried over, still shaken. "Mr. Updike, are you alright?""I'm fine," Anthony replied, his gaze fixed on Valarie through the car window.With a calm expression, he added, "Ms. Weir, I'd like to talk to you."Valarie opened her car door and stepped out, her face icy. "Mr. Updike, we have nothing to discuss. Please move.""Ms. Weir, I only want to apologize," Anthony said.Valarie scoffed. "Your wife came here this morning throwing insults, and now you're here acting all apologetic. Are you two playing good cop, bad cop, thinking I'm an easy target?""Ms. Weir, I am sincerely sorry for my wife's behavior," Anthony replied evenly. "As fo

Chapter 880

Valarie smirked. "I know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."Anthony stepped aside with a nod, and Valarie got back into her car, driving off.She had originally planned to meet Nyla, but changed her mind and headed straight for the Genge residence instead.When she arrived, a maid greeted her, "Ms. Weir, Mr. Genge is waiting for you in the living room."Valarie snickered. Tom had known all along she would come.Entering the living room, she found Tom lounging on the sofa with a smile. She mirrored his expression and sat across from him."Tom, didn't I tell you I want nothing to do with you and don't want to see you again?" Valarie asked.Although she was smiling, her gaze was icy, filled with disdain.Tom was unfazed by her attitude. Calmly, he poured her a cup of coffee. "I can't stand seeing anyone bully you, so I did something about it. How is that wrong?"Valarie took the cup he handed her and promptly poured its contents into the trash bin beside her."I do

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