---- Tahlia brought more trouble. She suddenly appeared before reporters, displaying her pregnancy test report. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she accused Michael of abandoning her and their unborn child and demanded financial support from the Kingston family. "Michael said that he loved me and promised that he'd marry me..." Standing before the cameras, her tear-filled accusations continued, "But when Ms. Kingston found out, she threatened to cut off his finances. Thus, he had no choice but to leave me!" This public scandal negatively impacted the way people viewed the marriage alliance between the Kingstons and the Gordons. "They're really pulling out all the stops." Charles hadn't said anything when all of this unfolded. It wasn't until late at night that he finally spoke. ---- "T found something." His voice was light, but it sent chills down my spine. "Kingston Group's biggest competitor, Coldwell Realty, has secretly been in contact with Michael, Howard, and Jeremy." "The Coldwells?" I gasped. "Are they planning on using Michael to destroy my family?" Charles nodded. "Those three fools are just pawns and not worth our concern. The Coldwells are the real chess players behind the scenes." My expression darkened. "No wonder when I looked into Tahlia's background, I found that she hada distant cousin working as a secretary at Coldwell Realty." Charles gently set his mug down. "Doing business is like waging war-schemes and conspiracies are inevitable. But harming the innocent and poisoning people? That goes far beyond normal corporate competition." ---- He looked at me, and a sharpness I had never seen before flared in his eyes. "There's such a thing as karma. Since they've chosen this path, they'll have to face the consequences." At that moment, Charles showed none of the mercifulness typically associated with Treyists. Instead, he radiated the ruthless decisiveness that came from being the heir of a powerful family. I suddenly understood-his Treyist principles and his worldly wisdom didn't clash with each other. To his enemies, he would calmly subdue them, but to those close to him, he could treat them gently. I squeezed Charles' hand tightly. "We won't let any of them go. Not Michael and his gang, nor the Coldwells. " Charles clasped my hand in return, and the coldness in his eyes melted away into a tender smile. "Karma will catch up to them. It's only a matter of time. ---- "And since they chose to make enemies of me, I'll let them see what true despair looks like."