“Who are you?”
Bailey looked up at the man
He wore an impeccable suit with gleaming Italian leather shoes and a white pocket square folded precisely in his breast pocket. His face was strikingly handsome–arched eyebrows above deep, unfathomable eyes that turned up slightly at the corners, radiating an innate arrogance so intense it was difficul to meet his gare directly.
His polished appearance created a jarring com
contrast with the damp, moldy
dy matel room
“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Julian Hayes.“]
As he spoke, he gestured slightly to one side
A sycophantic man with glasses stood beside him, functioning like his mechanical assistant, interpreting his intentions from the mere tilt of his thin
The bespectacled man helped Bailey up and pulled over a chair for her to sit
Bailey sat down, the chair creaking beneath her, gradually calming from her panic.
“Julian Flayes.” She repeated the name, memories returning as she recalled who he was
At her wedding to Alexander, she had met this man briefly.]
Back then, he had sat at the main table, right beside Alexander’s father, appearing to be a high–ranking and extremely close relative.
However, he hadn’t shown the slightest friendliness toward her or Alexander
After their wedding, Alexander had complained about him several times, saying Julian Hayes was extremely unpleasant, fighting him ruthlessly in business circles without any regard for family ties, seemingly deliberately creating obstacles at every turn
If even Alexander found him difficult to handle, Bailey didn’t think the stood a chance against him
She leaned back in her chair, her voice soft: “You’ve found the wrong person, then. I’m already divorced from him. I can’t help you… perhaps you
should seek oun Stella instead.”
Julian shook his head with a scornful laugh: “That won’t work. Stella gave him a son–for the child’s sake alone, she wouldn’t betray him. Besides, now that you’ve left, she might become his official wife, don’t you think?”
He words hit Bailey like a sledgehammer]
She closed her eyes, remembering the operating room’s harsh lights, Stella’s triumphant smile as she leaned on Alexander’s shoulder.
With her gone, Alexander might indeed marry Stella, becoming an official family of three
Only she would become the laughingstock of NY’s elite.]]
The thought filled her with litter resentment. This resentment wasn’t from lingering affection, but from a burning desire for revenge
They were such vicious, ugly people–why should they trample over her and continue enjoying their glamorous lives?]
“Miss Cox, our boss has already investigated everything that happened before,” the bespectacled man stepped forward, speaking methodically. “If you return to Alexander now, you’d be facing Stella alone, which would be futile. Moreover, could you really stay calmly by his side? After all, a man who would surgically remove his own child while still alive… how could be ever truly care for anyone?”
“What do you want me to do?” Bailey suddenly looked up, hatred barning in her eyes]
Julian’s laps curved into a satisfied smile ||
“I want you to help me investigate something,” he said. “This particular matter can only be investigated by someone closest to him, someone he trusts completely”
“What is it?” she asked ||
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“The truth about Winters Corporation’s tax evasion, stock manipulation, rigged bidding, bribery, false accounting, and a series of other illegal activities.” Julian paused, his gaze turning sinister. “Winters has a secret ledger, an extremely confidential financial system. I need you to get me the firewall password for that system.“]
As he finished speaking, lightning flashed outside the window. Amid the rolling thunder, torrential rain began pouring down.
Bailey never expected Julian to make such a request[
“The Hayes and Winters families were once related by marriage and had close business dealings,” she looked at Julian puzzledly. “What you’re asking could send Alexander and his father, along with the company’s financial director, to prison. The entire Winters Corporation would collapse.”
She stared intently at Julian: “How does this benefit you?”
Julian lowered his gaze: “That’s not something you need to know right now.”
Bailey pressed her lips together.
After a moment, she asked: “Why me?
Julian suddenly smiled, raising her chin with his finger, applying just enough pressure that she couldn’t pull away. His gaze was dark and unreadable as he finally answered: “Because I believe you hate him enough. Just like I do.”
