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“Why did you invite me to such a luxurious party, Sandra?” Evelyn whispered as she sipped from her crystal glass, her gaze sweeping across the chandelier-lit room filled with people in formal suits.Sandra smiled, standing gracefully beside her.“Because you need to look strong. The media has painted you as a victim for too long. It’s time for you to stand tall—with your head held high.”Evelyn sighed and straightened her back. Her black dress was simple but elegant, her hair pinned neatly. She had done her best to look presentable tonight.But her heart remained restless.“Relax. It’s a charity gala, not World War III,” Sandra added with a teasing wink.But Evelyn froze when Sandra glanced toward the entrance and murmured,“Though… maybe the war just walked in.”Evelyn turned.And there they were.William. And Clarissa.Clarissa clung to William’s arm, wearing a gold gown that hugged her perfectly. Her sweet smile gleamed, while William stared straight ahead—expressionless.“He… came

“Open crate number seven and eight! Now!” Evelyn’s voice rang through the diamond polishing room, usually quiet and precise.Technicians and staff scrambled to obey, their faces tense, hands trembling as they unlocked the crates of diamonds prepared exclusively for the charity gala—just one week away.One by one, the crates were opened… and one by one, expressions froze.“Cracked…” murmured one of the technicians. “The main diamond… it’s cracked through the center.”“This one’s mixed!” shouted another staff member. “These aren’t our stones! They’re… synthetic!”Evelyn quickly stepped to the nearest crate. She pulled out a teardrop-shaped diamond meant to be the centerpiece of the collection.It was ruined. A fine crack split from tip to center, a fracture that dimmed its brilliance.Her chest tightened like a blade had pierced through it.“No way…” she whispered. “We polished these under constant supervision. They couldn’t break like this… unless—”Her footsteps carried her from one t

“Have you seen the news this morning?” Sandra’s voice was tense on the other end of the phone.Evelyn had just opened the curtains of her apartment when her phone screen lit up with notifications from various business news portals.“Diamond Scandal: Hartford Family Charity Project a Total Failure?”“Evelyn’s Design Under Scrutiny Again: When Ambition Outpaces Competence”Her face was everywhere—flashes from the gala night, blurred images outside the company’s headquarters.She tapped on a video from a major news site. A female anchor read in a dramatic tone:> “A source claims that the diamond collection designed by Evelyn—former wife of Julian, and now reportedly close to William Hartford—suffered a major failure just days before its launch. Many are questioning Evelyn’s credibility and her personal influence within the Hartford family business…”Evelyn slammed her laptop shut.“Clarissa,” she hissed.---In a luxury hotel suite, Clarissa sipped tea gracefully as two reporters from t

"Sign this memo and distribute it across all divisions. Make sure no one ignores it."Alexander Hartford’s voice echoed through the cold, ornate family office, filled with old carvings and antique furniture. He handed the document to his personal secretary, then stood with a calm sip of tea."As of today, Evelyn no longer has access rights to any project within this company," he continued. "I don’t want to see her name attached to anything—not even an intern report."The secretary hesitated, bowing slightly."But sir… some of the projects are still operating under the design division she established. If we cut everything off abruptly—""Sever. Every. Connection," Alexander snapped, his eyes sharp and commanding. "And make it quietly known: any staff who continues to associate with her… will be noted."The order required no repetition. The secretary immediately moved to execute the cold directive into the company’s internal system.---The next morning, Evelyn walked into the office ca

"Please direct the spotlight to the main stage. And make sure the international media invitations are seated in the front row," said the event coordinator through her headset, jogging lightly across the red carpet.The five-star hotel ballroom shimmered under a canopy of crystal lights, adorned with thousands of white flowers and glowing synthetic diamond pillars.Distinguished guests began arriving: business tycoons, international gallery owners, art figures, and neatly dressed foreign investors.But the spotlight wasn’t entirely on the famous names—it was on the rumors.The rumor that Evelyn would appear tonight.And sure enough—without an announcement, without an escort—Evelyn entered, draped in an elegant trailing black velvet gown. Around her neck was her latest creation: Tears of the Phoenix, a piece that had already set social media ablaze.Guests murmured. Camera flashes began to flicker.Sandra greeted her at the entrance."You really did come like a quiet storm."Evelyn smil