Seraphine’s phone buzzed on the side table, and she barely glanced at it.However, something about the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen made her frown.Curious, she reached for it and unlocked it. Seraphine suddenly forgot how to breathe for a moment upon seeing the picture sent to her.Staring back at her was a picture, and although it was a blurry one, something was unmistakable. Oliver was in the picture with a woman.A woman pressing her lips to his. And it was just not any other woman.It was Trisha.“Shit… What is…” Seraphine trailed off, not even able to finish her sentence as her heart twisted painfully. “What the hell is this…”Her fingers gripped the phone tightly without realizing it, her knuckles whitening.But that wasn’t all. A few seconds later, Seraphine received another message.[You really think he’s loyal to you? Think again, Seraphine. You’re not the only woman in the world.]Seraphine’s mind blanked for a moment.“No…” she whispered aloud, the word falling

“I think I heard enough,” Oliver said, his jaw clenching. “I’ll send you my wife’s email address so you could email her, and maybe talk to her if she insists.”It was only a spare email, so he wouldn’t compromise Seraphine’s identity. And he didn’t know if this technique would be effective either.But he was willing to try everything if that meant gaining Seraphine’s forgiveness and trust again.“I’ll take care of Trisha. Don’t worry. It’s a deal.”Before Carolina could answer, Oliver had already ended the call.He already knows what to do next. With what happened earlier, it was more than enough for Trisha to behave.So, this time, he dialed Trisha’s number.Within a few seconds, she answered, as if she were already expecting this call.“That was too quick,” Trisha said on the other line, her tone smug. “Why? Did Seraphine already call you, tell you that you’re trash, and already break up with you, huh?”Oliver clenched his teeth, wanting to talk back. But he composed himself because

“You’re out of your mind if you think you still have any hold over him,” she said, her tone condescending. “And to be honest, I’m not afraid of you, or any tactics that you will use in the future.”Seraphine added, now her voice firm and laced with sincerity,“I’m not going to let you destroy what Oliver and I have, and the family we’re starting to build. So you can keep playing your little games, but it won’t work.” Seraphine’s voice was low and intimidating. “It’s over.”There was a brief, tense silence, and then Trisha’s voice was laced with anger. “You’re so naive, Seraphine.” Trisha chuckled sarcastically. “I’ll make sure you regret this. He’ll see the truth soon enough, that there are so many fish in the ocean, and she doesn’t need to stick with you. She added, “And when he does, you won’t even be a memory.”“Fishes?” Seraphine asked and laughed. She didn’t even bother to conceal it. “He’s not looking for fishes because Oliver is not a goddamn fisherman, Trisha. I’m not a fis

“That’s the spirit,” Denver said, giving her a short nod of approval. “Then we have a deal, Trisha. I’ll help you get what you want.” Just remember, when the time comes, I’ll expect you to return the favor,” he added, a menacing smirk creeping to his face. “We’ll be working together on this.”Trisha didn’t even hesitate. She held his gaze firmly, a smile tugging on her lips. “Deal.”Both of them extended their hands, shaking hands as if they were doing a business agreement.Then, as Denver got up to leave, he gave her one last look. “Oliver won’t know what hit him. We’ll make sure of that.”It gave Trisha a sense of fulfilment, although they aren’t executing their plan just yet. But she has a good feeling about this.“We will.” Trisha nodded. “And even though we’re not starting yet, thank you for the help, Denver.”Denver only nodded in response before walking away, leaving Trisha sitting in the dimly lit bar, her mind now working with a sense of certainty. She had her plan, and wi

“You’ll need to sign this to unlock the fund, Oliver,” Blackwell explained quietly, his tone professional but oddly distant. “It’s that easy.”Oliver’s hand hovered over the folder, but he didn’t open it just yet. His instincts were screaming at him, and the air in the room felt suffocating.‘Why did Trisha need me to sign this now?’ Oliver asked, his brows furrowing. ‘What was she planning?’“I’ll need a moment,” Oliver said, his voice low. “I also need to personally check my account and see if I can withdraw from it or not.Trisha’s smile faltered just slightly, though she masked it quickly. “Sure. He could do it, right? Mr. Blackwell?”“You can, Mr. Hunt,” answered Richard with a professional smile. “And if you can’t withdraw from it, you can go back here and let’s talk for a little longer.”Oliver nodded, and without hesitation, he went outside the private office.Just to be sure, he went to the reception area and asked, “Is Rebecca Carter in the VIP room?”“No, Sir,” the receptio