Iris Nash didn’t return to the private room.
She left the club, looked up at the pitch-black sky, and let her mind go blank.
After a while, as if making a decision, she took out her phone and called her brother.
"Brother, can you do a favor?"
"What kind of favor?"
"Help find so hostesses to serve Gabriel Miles at the Royal Court Suites and take photos to send to Eleanor Shaw."
She had a rough idea of why Gabriel Miles wanted to find her a male escort.
He wanted her to be labeled as promiscuous to ease the truth of his infidelity.
Once her hiring of male escorts was exposed, public opinion would be divided.
This way, it would be more natural for him to divorce her.
He could justify it by saying that it was her long-standing improper lifestyle that led to his depression and subsequent infidelity.
He and Eleanor Shaw were the true love.
Gabriel Miles, oh Gabriel Miles, this man is truly insidious, scheming against people his whole life.
"Alright, I’ll arrange it."
Though her brother was retired, he still had so connections and agreed readily without a second thought.
Iris Nash hung up the phone, a cold smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Since Gabriel Miles is heartless, she will be ruthless.
If he wants to break ties, she will be fiercer!
Iris Nash took a cab back to the villa.
The house was empty and unusually quiet.
Iris Nash had long been accustod to living alone.
She went upstairs to the bedroom and retrieved a voice recorder from a hidden compartnt in the wardrobe.
Slowly pressing the switch, two voices erged from it.
"Jas Lee, Lina Quinn caught and Eleanor Shaw, think of a way to deal with her."
"Everything is cleaned up? Jack Clarke agreed to take the bla? Good, let Miles Corporation fund her sick daughter."
"..."
This was a conversation between Gabriel Miles and the deceased Jas Lee.
The conversation revealed that Gabriel Miles had instructed Jas Lee to have Jack Clarke run over Lina Quinn and take the bla for it.
Iris Nash pressed the switch and clenched the voice recorder tightly.
This was a conversation between Gabriel Miles and Jas Lee that she had secretly recorded.
Perhaps even then, she was thinking that one day she would use this piece of evidence to fight back.
Because Gabriel Miles had hurt her too deeply.
n, you can’t underestimate a woman’s capacity for revenge.
They can wait in silence for ten years without making a move.
Iris Nash closed her eyes, filled with determination.
...
Miles Corporation.
Due to the missing dical devices, Alia Miles was indeed held accountable by the board of directors.
Fortunately, Andrew King quickly sent a docunt stating that he would take responsibility for all losses and provided a substantial compensation paynt.
The board mbers did not say much after that.
Besides his initial doubts, Gavin Miles didn’t say much either.
But his eyes were full of viciousness.
Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any mont without warning.
Alia Miles didn’t have ti to deal with him, returning to her office and receiving a call from Hunter Miles.
"Daughter, are you coming ho for dinner tonight? I’ve asked the housekeeper to make chicken soup for you."
Hunter Miles’ voice carried a hint of excitent.
"Okay, Dad, I’ll be back tonight."
Alia Miles replied, smiling as she hung up the phone.
Her decision to move back to the Miles family ho had made Hunter Miles the happiest of all.
She herself felt a small sense of anticipation.
Wanting to experience the long-lost fatherly love.
Evening ca.
Alia Miles put aside her work and returned to the Miles family ho.
Hunter Miles was already waiting for her in the living room.
"Elly."
"Dad."
The two embraced each other briefly.
Hunter Miles looked her up and down with a face full of smiles.
"Elly, have the past few days been hard or tiring?"
"Not too bad."
Alia Miles helped Hunter Miles to the sofa.
"And you? Are you feeling better? Have you been taking your dicine on ti?"
"Don’t worry about . Finding my long-lost daughter has visibly improved my health. It must be your great fortune that has brought luck."
Hunter Miles joked.
"Dad, you’re exaggerating."
Alia Miles chuckled, and the two chatted casually.
At that mont, there was a noise at the door, and Benjamin Harper returned.
"Uncle Miles, Elly."
Benjamin Harper entered, changed his shoes, and walked toward the living room with a smile.
"Evan is back!"
Hunter Miles beckoned to Benjamin Harper.
Alia Miles also greeted Benjamin Harper.
After exchanging pleasantries, Alia Miles said, "Dad, you and Evan sit for a while, I’ll go check in the kitchen to see if there’s anything I can help with."
"Oh no, why are you going to the kitchen? The housekeeper is handling everything."
Hunter Miles quickly stopped Alia Miles.
"Dad, I’ve grown up without ever showing you my gratitude. Today, let prepare a couple of ho-cooked dishes for you to taste."
When Alia Miles decided to return, she had already thought of cooking a few dishes for Hunter Miles.
Hunter Miles was touched, and his eyes turned slightly red.
Watching Alia Miles’ back as she entered the kitchen, he raised his head to look at the ceiling, smiling as he held back his tears.
"I’m really blessed to be eating my biological daughter’s cooking even at this age."
Benjamin Harper chuckled and handed Hunter Miles a tissue.
Watching Alia Miles busily in the kitchen, his gaze was soft.
He too felt blessed to be able to taste her cooking.
Alia Miles prepared several simple stir-fry dishes and then signaled the helper to serve the al.
"Dad, Evan, the food is ready."
Alia Miles carried the dishes out.
Benjamin Harper had been enjoying tea with Hunter Miles, both of them eagerly waiting.
Hearing Alia Miles’ words, they both stood up and went to the dining room.
"Mmm, it slls so good, I’ll have to eat an extra bowl of rice."
Hunter Miles sat down, smiling brightly.
"Thank you, Elly."
Benjamin Harper glanced at Alia Miles and said softly.
"Don’t praise too much, I just made a few ordinary ho-cooked dishes. Try them out, and let know if they’re not good, so I can improve next ti."
Alia Miles served soup to the two, smiling gently.
"Dishes made by Elly could never taste bad."
Hunter Miles was the first to take a bite and his eyes imdiately lit up.
"Elly, I’m telling you the truth, your cooking is better than any six-star chef’s I’ve ever had."
"Is that so? Let try."
Benjamin Harper, waiting for Hunter Miles to finish, also tasted so and couldn’t stop nodding approvingly.
"Uncle Miles is right. Maybe it’s because I eat packed lunches on set every day, but I think Elly’s cooking is like a taste of heaven."
The two echoed each other, full of praise.
Alia Miles’ heart was warm; she knew they were exaggerating, but it still made her happy.
At that mont, a video call request ca from the phone she had placed on the table.
Alia Miles glanced down, saw it was from her son, and imdiately smiled, putting down her chopsticks to answer the call.
Hunter Miles and Benjamin Harper also looked over at her.
Alia Miles answered the call, smiling gently at the two little faces on the screen.
"Charlie, Bea, are you done with school?"
"Yes, Mommy, where are you?"
Bea asked first.
"I’m having dinner at grandpa’s house, say hi to grandpa and Uncle Evan."
Alia Miles turned the phone so the two little ones could see Hunter Miles and Benjamin Harper.
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