Andrian received the video from Aliana . 71 20 vouchers He stared at his phone screen for a long time . The video wasn't long - less than a minute - but it was enough to shift everything in his mind . In the footage , Bianca was seen standing in her oflice - anxious , angry , then calmly picking up a shard of glass . Not with panic , but with precision . When she cut herself , there were no tears . No fear . Just a controlled expression . Calculated . The recording came from Bianca's own private CCTV system . Andrian didn't know how Aliana got it , and he didntoure What mattered was that Bianca had slipped again - just like with the hotel video . And this was enough to destroy remnants of trust he had left . Andrian clenched his fist , slipped the phone into his pocket , and stood up . He walked to the door of the hospital room without a word . " W - Where are you going ? " Bianca's voice called out . She had woken up and was now sitting on the bed , still holding a half- eaten bowl of fruit . Andrian didn't turn around . " I have something I need to take care of . " " But … I'm still hurt ," Bianca said softly , feigning weakness . Andrian paused . His shoulders tensed , but he still didn't look back . His voice was low and flat . " Your injury seems to be healing . You look fine to me . " Bianca tried to get out of bed , but just as she moved the blanket aside , Andrian's voice came again . " You know what I need from you , Bianca . You didn't need to use dirty tricks just to make me stay . " Bianca froze . Her face went pale . " I won't leave you for another woman . This time , I'll let it go . But … if you hurt yourself again just to keep me around , I'll be the one to remove you from my life . " Silence fell over the room . Bianca bit her lip , her hands trembling . She hadn't expected Andrian to find out . She wanted to deny it , but no words came . His presence , so firm and cold , left her speechless - even too afraid to make an excuse . Andrian didn't wait for her reaction . He turned , opened the door , and disappeared without another word . Bianca could only sit frozen , staring at the slowly closing door . Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she held her breath . She knew … she had failed to keep him . " Damn it ! How did he find out ? " Bianca hissed . Inside , a new fear began to take root . She worried Andrian would never trust her again . Velor Family Mansion At exactly seven in the evening , a long black car stopped in front of the Velor family's pavilion . Several house staff in the hallway turned , surprised by the scene unfolding before them . 1/5 0 8:18 pm D Chapter 39 Andrian had come to pick up Aliana . 20 vouchers He had left Bianca , still hospitalized . That in itself was shocking - Andrian had never once left Bianca during a crisis . Not like this . " Miss , Mr. Andrian has arrived , Elena announced , hurrying to Aliana's room . Aliana simply nodded . She picked up a small silver clutch from the table and stepped out . Her footsteps were light and confident as she exited the pavilion . The black satin gown shimmered under the garden h casting a graceful silhouette with each step along the stone path . Up ahead , Andrian had already exited the car . He stood tall in a sharp black tuxedo , satin tie perfectly knotted at His hair was slicked back - slightly messy at the front , revealing he hadn't fully recovered from exhaustion . Yet , h remained sharp . Aliana stopped two meters from him and offered a faint smile . " Glad to see you're not late . " Andrian didn't respond . His expression was unreadable . Without a word , he opened the rear car door , signaling for her to get in . Aliana lifted her chin , unfazed by his cold demeanor . She stepped into the car and sat on the right side . Moments later , Andrian followed , sitting across from her . The door closed , and the car began to move . Inside , silence reigned . Only the gentle hum of the engine and the soft roll of tires filled the space . The scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air - but it did nothing to ease the tension . Minutes passed before Andrian finally spoke . " Delete the video you sent me ." Aliana turned to him calmly . " Which video ? " Andrian's gaze sharpened . " All the videos of Bianca . Delete them . Now ." Aliana leaned back against the seat . " You really care about that woman , don't you ? " Andrian took a deep breath and replied without turning to her . " I don't care how you got that video . I know it was illegal . I'm letting it go this time . But if you target Bianca again , I won't hesitate to retaliate ." " You're threatening me ? " Aliana narrowed her eyes . " A warning , " Andrian replied coolly . " If you do it again , I'll hit back the same way . Trust me - I know how to uncover your family's secrets ." " I already told you . I don't care about them . " Andrian scoffed , then his expression hardened again . " Exactly because you claim you don't care , I know you care deeply . " Aliana clenched her jaw . She turned sharply to meet his eyes . " Don't be ridiculous . You don't know anything about me . " Andrian raised a brow slightly . " We're the same , Aliana . I never cared about the Velor family either . But here I am , still 2/5 8:18 pm 0 Chapter 39 fighting to protect it . " Aliana was taken aback . She looked at Andrian intently , searching for a lie in his words - but he seemed sincere . 20 vouchers " I truly will expose your family's weakness if you continue to go after Bianca . So , I suggest you keep your hands off her ." Silence settled between them again . Tension thickened . Aliana growled inwardly . She knew Andrian wasn't bluffing . He was serious . With a steady hand , she opened her small purse , took out her phone , and accessed an encrypted app to locate the video file . Andrian didn't look away . He waited . Aliana pressed the delete button . " Happy now ? " Andrian didn't respond , but the slight drop at the corner of his lips signaled a quiet satisfaction . She had complied . They arrived at the event . Crystal chandeliers shimmered from the grand ceiling of the Velor Grand Hall , where the Velor family's Charity Gala was held . That evening , all eyes turned toward one point - the door of Andrian Velor's luxury car as it slowly opened . From behind it , a poised pair of feet stepped out . Andrian Velor , dressed in a sharp black tuxedo and dark gray satin tie , stood confidently beside Aliana , who looked elegant in a black satin gown . Their arms lightly linked - just enough to appear romantic , but still distant enough to suggest invisible boundaries . Their arrival immediately drew the attention of all attendees . Camera flashes went off in a frenzy , capturing the couple who had dominated news headlines for the past several days. " Mr. Velor ! Is the rumor about your divorce true ? " " Mrs. Velor ! Does this mean you've reconciled with your husband ? " " What's your comment on the video circulating ? " Questions fired rapidly , but neither responded . Andrian merely offered a polite nod and a faint smile . Aliana lifted her chin , confident , and gave a light smile - ambiguous , cordial enough not to invite follow - up . Some prominent guests started whispering . " That's Andrian Velor's legal wife , right ? They look fine … maybe the scandal was fake ." " Could just be a media trick . " While the press continued to buzz , on the other side of the hall , members of the Titan Group board watched their entrance with various reactions . Among them was Charlotte Delacroix . She glanced at her assistant behind her . " Bianca Lorraine didn't attend tonight ? " she asked softly . The assistant nodded . " It seems not , Madam . Miss Bianca is still in the hospital . " Charlotte smiled faintly , eyeing Aliana with a curious gleam . " Hmm . I didn't think Aliana could sway Andrian this quickly . Even Bianca , who's always been by his side , was cast aside so 3/5 8:18 pm Chapter 22 easily , " 20 vouchers " Excuse me ? " asked a middle - aged man nearby , Victor Grantham , another board member . " What do you mean by that , Madam Charlotte ? " Charlotte offered a bland smile . " Oh , it's nothing . Just thinking out loud . Maybe I've been watching too many dramas lately . Her soft chuckle couldn't completely mask the sarcasm in her tone . With graceful steps , Charlotte left the group and walked toward Andrian and Aliana , who had just passed the welcome area and were now standing near the VIP guest table . " Hello , Mr. Andrian , " Charlotte greeted with calm authority . " We're pleased you came . We weren't sure you would give someone's current condition . " Aliana turned to her , her expression composed . Andrian looked sharply at Charlotte but offered a cool smile . " I never miss important matters , Madam Charlotte . " Charlotte glanced at Aliana , then back at Andrian . " Of course . And you've brought your lovely wife . It's good to see you both together . " Her words sounded sincere . Aliana smiled faintly . " Pleasure to see you too , Madam Charlotte . " Charlotte observed them a moment longer , then nodded slightly - as if weighing something known only to her . " You're a striking couple ." With that , she walked away . Behind her , several high - ranking guests continued to watch the Velor couple . Some were impressed . Some were skeptical . But one thing was clear - their appearance had reshaped public perception . Aliana leaned toward Andrian and whispered , " See ? The world is easily influenced by appearances . " Andrian didn't respond . His eyes scanned the crowd , reading every subtle glance and hidden whisper . " Don't provoke anyone ," he said quietly . " We're here to save our reputations and the company . " Aliana turned to him . " I can save more than that , if you'd stop getting in my way . " Andrian didn't reply , but his sharp gaze warned her to stay quiet . He didn't understand why Aliana seemed to enjoy testing his patience . Aliana got the message . She said nothing else , only smiling occasionally - appearing to flirt with her husband . Many were watching . Many wanted to see them fail . Aliana knew they had to put on the perfect performance - so no one could find a single flaw in either of them . 4/5