My "Amnesiac" Ex's Delightful Crash-Out のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The moment the topic of marriage came up, Alfred's brows drew together. He slowly lifted his gaze. "What are you thinking?"Regina rested her chin in her hand. "I know your focus is on your career right now, so I don't think marriage needs to happen soon. I'll explain it to Madam Deborah for you."Her manner looked soft and innocent, as if she could not possibly have an ulterior motive.Alfred always appeared to be a carefree, elegant young heir. In truth, stubbornness ran deep in him. He hated being pushed into anything, especially after the humiliation he had suffered at Kieran's hands earlier that day.Hence, even with Deborah backing her, Regina could not force him into marriage while he was in a foul mood. She needed to retreat before advancing. First, she would remove the obstacles directly in front of her.Sure enough, as soon as Alfred heard her words, the tension between his brows eased. He flicked her nose. "You really are the sensible one. I'll have my assistant bring o

After the McGuire family fell into ruin, Grace had no choice but to sell her shares to the Sinclair family to settle the debts.Before Grace passed away, the last word she repeated was Avalon.From that day on, Iris' greatest wish became clear. She would clear her father's name and buy back Avalon's shares.Lost in thought, she barely noticed the growing number of colleagues around her. Iris snapped back to herself, swiped her card, and quickened her pace through the staff entrance.As she changed in the locker room, hurried footsteps echoed outside."Hurry up, hurry up. They said Mr. Alfred is here.""Mr. Alfred? Why did he come?""Are you dumb? He's the resort's vice president. Why wouldn't he inspect the place?"At the mention of Alfred's arrival, Iris' hand tightened without warning.At that moment, her stockings tore.She lowered her gaze as a faint chill crept through her chest.Alfred's primary work lay with the Sinclair Group. He rarely came to the resort. Even when

His voice echoed through the lobby like a curse. The sound alone was enough to make people uneasy.Iris lowered her eyes slightly. Her voice turned cold. "If you are truly one of the victims back then, state your name. Tell me which McGuire family project you were involved in, the one filed with the police. How much did you invest?"The man froze, clearly caught off guard.Iris stepped closer. "You do know that the police spent months investigating the McGuire family case, don't you? Every detail is on record. From a few thousand to millions, every victim signed personally. So who are you?""I… I…" The man stammered and could not finish a sentence.At that point, Iris no longer had any doubts. He was not a victim in the McGuire family case at all. As for who he really was, a little more pressure would force the truth out.She continued in an even tone, "You are now suspected of attempted murder. You do not seriously think a couple of threats will scare me into dropping this, do y

'Sales Department, Heather McNamara. Interesting,' Regina thought.That woman had not spoken up for Iris at all. Instead, she subtly implied that Iris was unprofessional and prone to bringing personal emotions into her work.If said in private, it would amount to little more than idle complaining. Said in front of Alfred, though, it could be taken seriously enough to justify a demotion.It seemed Regina was not the only one who wanted Iris gone.When neither of them stopped her, Heather continued, "On the way here, the moment we mentioned Iris' ex-boyfriend, her eyes filled with tears. It affected her more than being called the daughter of a murderer. She used to brag about that mysterious boyfriend in front of all of us. No wonder she's so miserable now. I just hope she doesn't let it affect her work."On the surface, Heather sounded regretful. In truth, she painted Iris as a hopeless romantic ruled by emotion. She was certain Alfred would begin to doubt Iris' professionalism.W

"The overseas clients have all checked in. Miss McGuire handled everything very well. They are all very satisfied. However, Mr. Alfred also came today, and what happened in the lobby earlier…"Kieran's pen paused mid-signature. He lifted his eyes and looked at Sylvain.Sylvain straightened at once. "Understood."At that moment, Iris knocked and entered.Sylvain took the cue and withdrew from the study.Iris set the cup down with care, her movements a little stiff. It was her first time handling this kind of client on her own."Mr. Sinclair, your coffee."In the workplace, one did not casually claim family ties. At least that much, she knew.Kieran closed the file and leaned back in his chair. Sunlight filtered through the trees outside the window and fell across him, outlining his striking features."Not stuttering anymore?" he asked lightly.He lifted his gaze. In those cool, unreadable eyes lay a deep, ink-dark calm that made Iris feel as though there were no place to hide.