Sabrina looked at it and couldn’t help but laugh.
The old man is always talking about retiring, but he’s never really thought about giving up his career, has he?
Just as Sabrina had suspected.
After the old man reviewed the data again, he gave her so insights on the latest R&D developnts.
Right at a bottleneck, Sabrina found a breakthrough thanks to the old man’s pointers.
She couldn’t help but feel grateful.
It’s got to be the ntor. Even though I’ve learned most of his dical skills.
When it cos to experience, I’m still no match for the old man’s expertise. A few words from him have been incredibly beneficial to .
Seeing the old man start to yawn, Sabrina didn’t want to tire him out, so she took him out for lunch.
She planned to take him ho right after lunch.
Since the old man likes peace and quiet, Sabrina specially booked a private room on the second floor of the restaurant.
Before the dishes were served, Sabrina stepped out to wash her hands.
On her way back, her gaze inadvertently swept downstairs and she vaguely caught sight of two familiar figures.
Sabrina paused and looked again, realizing that one of them seed to be... Brooke?
Beside Brooke was a tall man, but... he didn’t seem to be Jordan Hawthorne.
Sabrina found it quite interesting.
Brooke is out having lunch alone with another man?
Isn’t that woman clinging to Jordan every chance she gets?
But it was just a glance, and Sabrina isn’t the type to gossip.
Especially not about Brooke. She just felt that dining in the sa restaurant as her was unlucky.
What kind of bad luck is this, to run into her here?
She quickly turned back to the private room, intending to finish eating with her ntor and then leave...
Downstairs.
Sabrina really hadn’t seen wrong.
Brooke was indeed having lunch with a man.
As she entered the private room, Brooke was tense all over.
It was clear that she didn’t want to be with the man beside her; she even chose a seat far away from him.
"What, do you really not want to be close to ?"
The man’s lascivious tone made Brooke feel a wave of disgust.
If she could, she wouldn’t have co here at all.
But she had no way to deal with the person in front of her.
The man before her was her ex-husband!
Ever since he arrived in Veridia, he’s been trying to find her contact information.
Before, she could still block him.
But recently, he wasn’t pretending anymore.
He directly threatened her, saying that if she didn’t co to et him, he’d tell Jordan Hawthorne about her past escapades abroad...
Receiving this ssage made Brooke’s heart sink.
But she had no other choice and had to secretly et with her ex-husband...
Brooke’s face was pale as she glared viciously at the man in front of her, "Arthur, what do you really want!!!"
The man looked sowhat biracial, with deep-set features, curly chestnut hair, brown eyes, standing close to two ters tall, his deanor was elegant, with quite a good appearance.
If anyone familiar with foreign entertainnt circles were here, they might recognize him as a male model who was quite famous years ago.
Right now, facing Brooke’s fiery outburst, he wasn’t angry and patiently smiled, "Darling, we haven’t seen each other for so long, why are you acting like this?
You’re really breaking my heart, don’t you know how much I’ve missed you during our ti apart..."
Brooke’s face looked particularly bad, with no patience left, she interrupted, "I don’t have ti to waste with you, just say what you want from ."
Arthur showed a disappointed look, saying, "Sweetheart, do you really have no feelings left for ? Can’t I invite you without a reason? I’m still Sonny’s dad, legally, I have a duty to visit him..."
"Shut up!" Brooke’s face was ashen, "Arthur, stop acting, don’t bring up Sonny. Don’t forget, we’re already divorced! I said back then, Sonny has nothing to do with you anymore!"
Being exposed, Arthur dropped the pretense of deep affection and laughed, saying, "If I rember correctly, you made those decisions unilaterally. I never agreed."
"You...!!!"
Brooke trembled with anger at the man’s shalessness.
But now, she couldn’t do anything to Arthur. He had leverage over her, and she didn’t dare to directly confront him, only gritting her teeth, saying, "Arthur, I don’t care what your aim is, go back where you ca from. I don’t have ti to deal with you!"
The disgust in her eyes was too apparent, and maybe it was this attitude of hers that infuriated Arthur.
The man’s previously friendly expression suddenly darkened, his deanor turned sinister as he said, "What role are you ordering in right now?
Could it be... as the future Young Madam of The Hawthorne Group?
But... will The Hawthorne Group ever want you?"
Brooke’s face was ashen, as if he hit a nerve.
The man’s devilish voice continued beside her ear, "Your work achievents were stolen from others, and you embarrassed yourself so many tis at banquets. Is Sabrina truly the incompetent housewife you claid?"
Brooke felt horrible under his provocation, "Shut up!!!"
Her tone was filled with resentnt.
All this ti, Sabrina had been dealing her severe blows, and now people everywhere were laughing at her.
But the person in front of her, how dare he?
He was nothing but a washed-up model!
"Back then, I played with him only because he had a sowhat decent face!
Besides that, what else did he have?!
Arthur, undeterred by the scolding, laughed again, "What? Are you getting angry out of sha? But I’m just telling the truth.
Only that fool Jordan Hawthorne still believes in your facade.
But... I think he won’t believe you for much longer, will he?
After all... if soone is truly talented, why worry about being exposed, right?
Let alone the scandals from your past abroad, do you really think you can keep them from Jordan Hawthorne forever?"
With each sentence, Brooke’s face turned a shade darker.
"If he knew that his precious white moonlight was nothing but a filthy thing used by thousands, what do you think... his reaction would be?"
That last sentence was like a cat having its tail stepped on for Brooke.
Slap—
"Shut up!!!" she snapped, slapping Arthur’s face hard in a fit of rage.
Back then, she was reckless, but who didn’t have a wild youth? She just liked to have fun. She never expected it to end with her being coerced into marriage and having a child...
It was for this reason that she stayed abroad, giving Sabrina a chance to strike!
Now, seeing her plan to set things right about to succeed, she would never allow anyone to ruin her opportunity!
Brooke gritted her teeth harshly, saying, "Don’t bring up the past in front of . I don’t have that much patience. What do you want exactly? Just say it!!!"
"Tsk..."
Arthur clicked his tongue, pressing his numbed cheek. He wasn’t angry; instead, seeing Brooke’s flustered expression, he laughed again.
This ti he didn’t beat around the bush, "Since you don’t want to reminisce, let’s not waste ti.
I need money. Three hundred million. Transfer it to my account as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Brooke wondered if she was hearing things.
"Are you kidding ?! Where would I get that kind of money???"
She thought Arthur had gone mad!
Even when Sinclairs Corporation was still around, before its downfall, she couldn’t easily take out such an amount.
Arthur didn’t get angry, continued smiling, and reminded her, "I know you don’t have it, but you can ask Jordan Hawthorne for it.
Since he still holds feelings for you..."
"Impossible!"
Brooke snapped, cutting him off.
"Are you sure?"
Arthur smirked, "Rember that crazy party I attended before our divorce?
You clung to my mistake then, using your ties at Sinclairs to pressure ...
But recently, I found out you orchestrated that party.
You must have already planned to return to Veridia for Jordan Hawthorne, right?"
Hearing this, Brooke’s expression changed slightly, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Arthur saw her feigned ignorance and sneered, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it. I have evidence.
I’m not mad about what you did, but... after our divorce, guess what I’ve been doing?"
Brooke’s heart skipped a beat. For so reason, she had a bad feeling.
Seeing her silent, Arthur continued, "I visited those ex-boyfriends of yours. I gained quite a lot.
The way you fooled around with them, those scandalous photos and videos, I have a whole stash of them.
I wonder, if Jordan Hawthorne sees them... how would he react?"
The threat in his tone made Brooke go pale.
"I don’t understand what you’re saying."
Trying to appear calm, Brooke had already dug her nails into her palm.
How could those photos still exist?
She had clearly deleted them long ago...
Arthur chuckled lightly, "If you don’t believe , why not watch them together with Jordan Hawthorne, it might even be entertaining..."
His determined expression left Brooke no choice but to believe...
If he wasn’t bluffing and truly possessed those photos and videos?
No, she couldn’t take that risk.
Those must never be shown to Jordan Hawthorne!
Seeing her disbelief, Arthur took out his phone and played a video on the spot.
Suddenly, lewd obscenities filled the air.
That was her voice... In the video, that uninhibited face without a stitch on, was her...
"Give it to !"
Overwheld by terror, Brooke instinctively reached out to snatch it.
But Arthur was prepared, evading her.
He turned off the phone, smiling, "What good is it to grab it now? For sothing so precious, I obviously have countless backups, even if I delete it from this phone, it’ll still exist elsewhere..."
All blood drained from Brooke’s face.
She had no choice but to believe this man really held sothing over her.
Finally compromising, she gritted her teeth and demanded, "If I give you the money, will you disappear and delete all the photos and videos?"
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