Todos los capítulos de One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Anna's POV I'm not afraid of being the subject of gossip. Over the years, I've collected enough rumors and whispers to fill a small library, and I've developed a thick skin as a result. Standing in the grand hall of the Olympus Club, I could feel eyes on me from every direction, but none of it could shake me. My mind drifted to a scene from a few years back—a wealthy Skyview City socialite had mistaken me for her husband's mistress and burst into Shaw Tower with security in tow. The man had somehow obtained photos of me, causing his wife to seek me out. In the end, I sued him for sexual harassment and won a million-dollar settlement. I split the money evenly, sharing half with the employees who had helped me through the ordeal, while treating myself to several limited-edition handbags with the remainder. This was one of the many reasons Mary Simpson disapproved of me-in her eyes, a "proper" society woman shouldn't be so assertive. My thoughts were interrupted as Marcus Murphy retur

Anna's POV Peter shifted uncomfortably, his professional demeanor cracking under my scrutiny. "Miss Shaw, Mr. Murphy specifically asked me not to worry you with unnecessary details." "I'm already worried," I snapped, gesturing at his injured arm. "Spill it. Now." He sighed in defeat. "Mr. Murphy wasn't attacked. He's completely fine." Relief flooded through me so intensely my knees nearly buckled. "He wasn't hurt?" "No, Miss Shaw. Mr. Murphy is uninjured." Peter's voice softened slightly. "He didn't want you to know because he thought you'd blame yourself, given that he was out getting your favorite dessert." The relief was quickly replaced by confusion and concern. "Then what happened to you?" Peter shrugged his good shoulder, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just some street thugs. They kicked me once, causing a minor fracture. It's nothing serious." "Nothing serious?" I stared at him incredulously. "Someone attacked you and you call that nothing serious? What were they after

Anna's POV I shook my head. "Samuel already has Mia playing his 'companion. Let's leave Nora out of this for now." Honestly, I had planned to discuss Samuel with Marcus-to share my suspicions and perhaps develop a strategy. But now that he'd returned to Europe, I was on my own. The phantom pressure of his absence weighed on me more than I cared to admit. My phone buzzed. Speak of the devil —Samuel Griffin's name flashed on the screen. I answered with practiced neutrality. "Mr. Griffin, what can I do for you?" "Ms. Shaw," his voice dripped with that artificial charm that made my skin crawl. "I was hoping you'd join me for dinner tonight. Just a casual business discussion." I hesitated, weighing my options. After his behavior at the party and the twisted games he'd been playing, the smart move would be to keep my distance. But I also needed to understand what he was planning next. "Where and when?" I finally asked. "The rooftop restaurant at Golden Ember Hotel, in an hour?" At

Anna's POV I stared back at her coldly, my palm still tingling from the slap. The entire restaurant had fallen silent, all eyes on our little drama. I didn't care. "Anna Shaw, how dare you slap Lucy?" Mary Simpson's voice cut through the silence, her face contorted with rage. I met her gaze without flinching, my expression as frigid as my voice. "I slapped her because she deserved it. And next time, it'll be you." My words ignited something dark in Mary's eyes. "What did you say? You want to hit me?" She laughed, the sound brittle and mocking. "Marcus leaves and you immediately start chasing after Jack again. What kind of woman are you? You have the audacity to strike someone? Anna Shaw, let's see if you dare to hit back." When she raised her hand again, I didn't move, didn't even blink. I just watched her, my body tensed but still. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me cower, nor would I give her the excuse she wanted by fighting back. But inside, my heart had har

Anna's POV "Logan?" I gaped in shock, momentarily forgetting how to respond. My brain short-circuited as I stared at the man across the table. "How the hell is it you?" Logan chuckled, his eyes wandering over my severe business attire, tight bun, and black-framed glasses. His lips twitched. "Dressed like that? Clearly trying to sabotage the date before it even started, huh?" Heat crawled up my neck as I yanked off the unnecessary glasses. "My mom said I'd be meeting someone I already knew, but I never imagined it would be you." My fingers fidgeted with the temple of the glasses. "I just... I'm focusing on my career right now, not relationships. Hence the tactical fashion choice." After ordering our meals, curiosity got the better of me. "Did Doris tell you I was your blind date?" Logan's smile widened as he poured water into my glass. "Not explicitly. She just said she was setting me up with someone I already knew, and I figured it out from there." He shrugged with exaggerated