บททั้งหมดของ I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

By the time Ashton woke up the next morning, she was gone.He sat alone at the table, reading through the CroftTech acquisition contract while finishing the last of the eggs.They were cooked to perfection—Carmen's usual standard.His phone rang."Mr. Laurent, I just sent over the footage," Dominic said.It was security footage, timestamped last night, just after eight, right outside The Atlas Room.The clip showed the whole group walking in.Rowan was two people away from Ashton. Clear distance. Nothing remotely intimate."Took you long enough."Mirabelle believed him.Watching it now barely mattered.Dominic apologized. "Took me some time to track down the manager. Next time, I'll get it to you faster.""Someone caught a misangled shot of me and Rowan Hale last night. I want the original source. Who took it. Where they were standing. Everything." His voice dropped lower. "Especially whether Rowan had anything to do with setting it up.""Understood.""And check if she's been making c

I'd been glued to my laptop so long my lower back had started protesting.I finally dragged myself downstairs for water, stretched my neck, and nearly bumped into Daniel as he rushed in."You didn't share the photos I sent you, did you?" he asked quickly."No. Why?"He let out a relieved breath, then leaned in like he had a secret to share. "Rowan's people reached out to her fanbase. Told them not to repost anything. She says the guy in the photo's just a friend. Dinner and nothing more. Blaming the angle."I set my glass on the counter. "Maybe she wasn't lying then."He didn't catch that, just kept talking. "Apparently, she gave the heads-up yesterday, but I only found out this morning. Good thing you kept it to yourself.""I didn't leak anything," I said. "Relax."Daniel nodded, then sighed like he was personally invested. "I really thought she'd landed someone serious. Judging by that guy's clothes, he looked like the kind of man with stupid money. Could've helped her career. Shame

Vic jumped like he'd been jabbed. "Who the hell called the cops?!"He turned to me, wide-eyed. "It's just a scuffle. What the hell did you call the cops for?""I didn't," I said. "We were a little busy breaking up the brawl."Cade stepped forward. "Probably a customer. Plenty of people saw the fight."Vic glared at him. "Why are you on their side? Look what they did to my place!"Cade nodded at the server. "He drugged a drink. People have the right to lose their shit over that. And we all saw who knocked the table over. Might've been deliberate."Vic's face turned red. His stomach strained against his buttons as he puffed up. "You're seriously siding with them? I write your checks."Cade glanced at me. "She's my friend. I sing here, I don't belong to you."The front door swung open.Two cops stepped in."What's going on? Who started it?"Vic hurried over, hands half-raised like he was surrendering. "Officers, it's nothing. Just a misunderstanding."The tall one in front looked past hi

Daniel showed up at the studio looking like he'd crawled out of a drain.Dark circles under his eyes, collar wrinkled, hair stiff from not being washed.He threw a brittle grin at Priya as he walked past her."Morning, Mirabelle." His face brightened the second he saw me."Morning." I was halfway to my desk when Priya came pounding up the stairs."Mirabelle! Got an invite this morning. Some forum thing. You want to go?"She shoved her phone between me and Daniel.The screen showed a blocky logo with tiny stars and that over-familiar glassy-blue background everyone used for corporate invites."Constellation Gem & Jade Forum," I read. "Heard of it. They're holding it in Sunset City this year. Not far."Despite the name, it wasn't exactly the Met Gala of gemstones.But the guest list caught my eye.Right under the name of an industry heavyweight was my uni advisor, the only professor I'd ever liked."They're offering you five minutes on stage," Priya said. "You'd talk about your design a

The man was tall, thin, and sweating.A camera strap was twisted around his neck.A restaurant staff member said, "Caught him crouched in the stairwell. Phone in hand. Logged into the same account that posted the photos."Rowan stepped forward. "Was it you last time too? Who are you working for?"The man glanced around the room.Half a dozen pairs of eyes stared back.His lips parted without sound, then finally: "No one sent me. I just wanted the clicks. That's all. I swear.""Liar." Ashton walked towards him. "You've done this before."The man's knees gave out.He dropped hard, hands on the floor, breath caught in his throat.Cassian grabbed his collar, yanked him up, and dragged him towards the door. "We'll see if he talks with fewer teeth."The door slammed.Two dull thuds followed.Then silence.Cassian reappeared minutes later, sleeves pushed to his elbows. "He cracked. Said someone hired him."He dragged the man back into the room by one arm. "Go on. Tell them."The man's face w