"Alright, I’ll go." I acted as if she had me cornered and compromised. After hanging up the phone, I pondered for a moment. There was indeed some ambiguity between Daniel Carter and me, but we never behaved too intimately in public. With Amanda Gordon’s character, if the so-called "evidence" in her hands was truly substantial, she would have exposed me a long time ago to shame me publicly. There’s no need to wait until I reached this point with her brother to seek leverage. So it’s very likely that the video didn’t capture anything substantial. She’s probably thinking she’ll try her luck, hoping to scare me into backing off, potentially turning the situation around for her brother. Having figured this out, I felt calm, but I still decided to meet her. Not for myself, but for Daniel Carter. His status is special; even the slightest scandal affecting his reputation shouldn’t be taken lightly. My phone buzzed, Amanda sent the meeting address. I drove there, and as soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw Amanda sitting alone at a small table. The spot was just behind a row of green plants, quite discreet. I surmised she must have come to see me without Adrian’s knowledge. "What to eat? The Wellington steak here is really good, I suggest you try it." Amanda offered proactively as I approached without sitting down. I pulled out a chair, gave a faint smile, "No need, let’s get straight to the point." But Amanda said, "It’s my treat, as sisters-in-law, we should part on good terms, shouldn’t we?" With that, she raised her hand to call the waiter, instructing, "Two Wellington steaks, two pastas, a vegetable salad, and a jug of freshly squeezed juice." She then explained to me, "It would usually be paired with red wine, but since we both have to drive, let’s skip it." I sat quietly, maintaining a casual smile, secretly pondering what her true intentions were. In the past, even when Adrian and I had a good relationship, she never treated me to a meal, though she did take many custom pieces from my studio without hesitation. Now she seems quite generous. Once the waiter left, I calmly began, "You’re not here as a spokesperson for your brother, are you?" Amanda raised an eyebrow, showing disdain, "To be honest, I don’t particularly like you being my sister-in-law, but my brother is utterly devoted to you, as if you cast a spell on him." I laughed mockingly, "Isn’t Sophie Miller the one who put a spell on him?" "Sophie is dead, so what’s the point in bringing her up?" Indeed, let the deceased rest in peace, no need to mention her again. So I straightened up and asked directly, "Where’s the evidence you claim to have of my infidelity? Show it to me." I motioned to her with my hand, waiting for her response. But she pursed her lips, her gaze wavering slightly, "I’ll give it to you, but not now." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fire.net "You don’t have anything, do you?" I deliberately provoked her. "How could I not? You were with Second Master Carter in the sky garden on the top floor opposite your company, having a meal and chatting merrily!" Inside, I was secretly alarmed. Did she actually see us? The fact that she didn’t burst in to scold me at the time is rare; she managed to keep her cool. "A friend of mine saw you two, secretly recorded a video, and sent it to me, asking if you were cheating on my brother." Ah—I realized, so it wasn’t her who personally saw it. "Birds of a feather flock together, huh? Is your friend just like you, with no sense of right and wrong?" I retorted sarcastically. What’s this about me cheating on Adrian? He had a grand wedding with another woman at the event I meticulously planned, forcing me to be a witness and bless them publicly—such an outrageous event, all forgotten so quickly? The harm and humiliation he caused me were not just a simple infidelity; it was a catastrophe. "Lily! You, you shouldn’t talk too much; my brother was forced. After all, Sophie had a terminal illness. My brother’s actions were understandable and proved he’s a man of loyalty and righteousness, right?" Amanda’s words made me frown repeatedly. It seems the Gordon Family’s feng shui must have gone wrong; all these children have their thinking completely off. With the family in their hands, it will surely collapse. I didn’t respond, only wanting to see what the video was really about, so I requested again, "Show me the phone, or I’ll leave." Amanda remained still, holding her ground. My patience ran out, and I picked up my bag to leave. "Hey, hold on!" She panicked this time, immediately stopping me, producing the phone. I sat back down just as the waiter came over with the tray. We both quietly waited for the waiter to serve the dishes. Freshly squeezed juice was placed down, Amanda instructed, "Pour us each a glass." "Alright." The waiter put away the tray and poured the juice for us, "Enjoy your meal." Once the waiter turned to leave, I looked at her again, "The phone." Amanda pouted, her face begrudging but hesitated for two seconds before conceding, "Fine, I’ll let you see it, but don’t think of deleting the video, I have backups." Her tone, expression, and actions were quite unpleasant, throwing the phone over before finishing her sentence, "Here you go!" As a result, it was thrown too forcefully, the phone flew directly into the mushroom sauce meant for the steak. The sauce splattered, and my body instinctively dodged back quickly, but I couldn’t completely avoid the splatter. "Ah!" Amanda covered her mouth in shock, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!" I looked at my stained jacket, fortunately it was dark, so it wasn’t obvious. Amanda’s phone had also fallen to the ground; I couldn’t be bothered to help pick it up. I approached the waiter for directions to the restroom to clean up. When I returned from the restroom, Amanda obediently handed the phone to me, the screen paused on the video. After watching the video, I gave a lukewarm smile, "What does this prove? Mr. Carter is one of my VIP clients, we were having a business discussion." In the video, Daniel and I sat facing each other, indeed with smiles during the conversation, clearly enjoying the discussion, but to conclude infidelity from this is really a stretch. "You’re fooling nobody!" Amanda didn’t believe me. "You attended Mrs. Carter’s birthday banquet, didn’t you? The clothes Mrs. Carter wore at the banquet were all made by me, and many in the Carter Family are my VIP clients." Amanda hesitated, clearly she couldn’t out-debate me, sucking on a straw angrily, "Anyway, you were the one who fell out of love, insisting on divorcing my brother." I gave a cold laugh, feeling the communication was hopeless, and got up to leave again. "Hey, hey! You haven’t eaten anything! Dining here isn’t cheap, isn’t it wasteful?" I looked at the tempting Wellington steak and Amanda’s insistence on treating me, and suddenly felt she must have another purpose for inviting me tonight. Curious, I sat back down. But just as I was about to take the straw and drink the juice, I noticed something. The glass was filled with a large amount of orange-yellow juice, evidently very fresh, but there was a slight white foamy substance clinging to one side of the straw.