"Hmph, if I hadn’t co, you might have been deceived to death by Evelyn Clayton while indulging in pleasure with others!"
Matthew Sullivan mocked as he strode into the room.
Seeing Soren Foster, there was blatant disdain in Matthew Sullivan’s eyes.
"The woman you were involved with recently has now turned against you," Matthew Sullivan pulled out his phone and handed it to Sumr Monroe, his gaze lingering on Soren Foster, "Can’t you even handle this little thing?"
Sumr Monroe looked full of suspicion, and after taking the phone, her expression imdiately turned icy.
Matthew Sullivan’s phone was logged into Sumr Monroe’s email, where an email from Evelyn Clayton stood conspicuously.
She opened the video and watched for less than a minute, then glared at Soren Foster with a somber expression.
"Good job!" Sumr Monroe shouted angrily, furiously throwing the phone at Soren Foster.
Soren Foster couldn’t dodge in ti, and the phone hit his temple squarely.
A spot of red seeped from his temple, and Soren Foster’s expression was montarily dazed.
Matthew Sullivan frowned involuntarily, "Director Monroe, that’s my phone!"
Sumr Monroe turned to look at him, sneering coldly, "I haven’t even asked you yet! How were you able to log into my email?!"
"Just for work," Matthew Sullivan said mockingly, "Your mom gave it to . Besides, you haven’t used this email for a long ti. If I hadn’t seen it today, you might have been completely clueless when Evelyn Clayton put this stuff online!"
Sumr Monroe laughed in anger, "Fine, fine... Evelyn Clayton, she’s got skills, I’ll give her that."
She glared angrily at Soren Foster, "Didn’t you say Julia Lawrence won’t betray you? Now how do we resolve this?!"
Soren Foster calmly looked at Sumr Monroe, a thick, irresolvable sorrow flashing in his eyes.
At that mont, he suddenly very much doubted what he had been striving for all these years.
Soren Foster walked to the table, took a tissue, and gently wiped the blood seeping from his temple, saying softly, "It’ll be fine."
Sumr Monroe was frustrated and instinctively asked back, "What?"
"I said, it’ll be fine."
Soren Foster cleaned his forehead in Matthew Sullivan and Sumr Monroe’s gaze, calmly took off his bathrobe, and changed into his clothes.
Sumr Monroe was infuriated by his calm deanor and said coldly, "You better make it clear! Or else you—"
"If Evelyn Clayton really intended to make this video public, she wouldn’t have sent it to you. She sent it to you to let you know she has evidence, just to give you a scare. Now we just need Lucy Carter to stop, and there won’t be any more problems."
Soren Foster looked squarely at Sumr Monroe, "Do you want Lucy Carter to stop?"
Sumr Monroe’s eyes were suspicious and undecided, and after a long ti, she said with hatred, "Stop her! Don’t let Evelyn Clayton find any leverage, we’ll talk about anything else after the storm passes!"
"Alright." Soren Foster picked up his coat and was about to leave.
Sumr Monroe suddenly called after him, "Soren Foster!"
Soren Foster paused slightly, a small crease in his brow, and turned to look at Sumr Monroe.
However, Sumr Monroe looked at him coldly, her red lips slightly parted, "Find a way to deal with Julia Lawrence for ! Don’t let her appear in front of again, ssing up my plans!"
The last glimr of hope in Soren Foster’s eyes slowly went out.
He mumbled a response and turned to leave.
As the door closed, he vaguely heard Matthew Sullivan’s mocking laughter inside.
And Sumr Monroe’s gradually softening words.
Soren Foster stopped in his tracks, not leaving until he heard the sounds of suspicious panting from inside.
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