Chapter 295: He almost reached for the red button to delete and block her, but something halted his hand mid-motion. After a brief pause, he simply deleted the message, his decision made with cold resolve. In the quiet suburbs of Wront, at the Cooper family's vast estate, a man stood like a statue in a study bathed in the warm glow of amber light. His silhouette was etched against the backdrop of the encroaching night. Tall and imposing, he wore a suit so perfectly tailored that it seemed to have been cut from the fabric of royalty itself. His movements were measured, each gesture exuding the silent power of a king - graceful, controlled, and cold. He exuded an intimidating presence, making anyone approaching him feel as if coldness seeped from his very bones. The phone on his desk flickered to life, its screen glowing in the dim light of the room. As the call connected, a woman's voice - a mix of flirtation and frustration - slithered into his ear. "Chris hasn't come to see me lately. He won't even answer my calls. Do you think he's starting to suspect me?" His expression remained stone-cold, betraying no emotion. His fingers absentmindedly traced the ring he held, his gaze fixed on the endless night beyond the window. After a long silence, he spoke, his voice as unyielding as ice. "I understand." With that, he ended the call and immediately dialed another number. His voice, low and commanding, left no room for uncertainty. "Keep a close watch on Chris. Report anything unusual immediately." He ended the call with a quiet scoff, before switching off the desk lamp. His hands clasped together, his face now obscured in shadow, a picture of quiet menace. Back at the Ward family home, Vince returned with his spirit shattered. His steps were heavy, as though the weight of the world was dragging him down. His eyes were vacant, as if the very essence of life had been drained from him. Lɒtєst ϲh????ptєrs ιn g????lnovеℓ????.???????????? The door hadn't even fully closed before Gavin's furious slap landed across his face. "You fool!" Gavin's voice roared, filled with anger. Fists clenched in rage, Gavin didn't stop there. He pointed a trembling finger at Vince's chest and shouted, "How could I ever have a son like you? Do you see what you've done? You've turned the Ward name into a punchline in Wront! People are laughing at us! Do you have any idea of the shame you've brought upon this family?" Vince's cheek stung from the blow, blood slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet his face remained unreadable. He didn't flinch, didn't even blink. He knew the truth all too well. Maia had set him up, and the events in the hotel room had been broadcast across the world like a viral storm. The video was everywhere, an enduring symbol of his humiliation. It was her revenge-a calculated strike designed to strip him of all dignity, to turn him into a spectacle for the world to mock. Was it hate that drove her? Or was it something more tangled, born from love's cruel jealousy? Vince wasn't sure, but his thoughts were consumed by her-her every expression, every word she had spoken. "Vince, I could never be your lover." "I'm already married. Please stop bothering me!" Vince closed his eyes, a twisted smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Married? A husband?