A group of people stepped out of the police station, and just a few steps away, Thomas was called out by a voice. "That photo was really sent to you by Iris, wasn't it?" "What's it to you? Curious, are we?" Lawrence turned around and came face to face with Robison, the person he suspected the most. "I just want to say, don't let yourself be used. If that photo ends up being yours, it could really backfire on you." Robison's tone was unusually grim, lacking the explosive anger he usually displayed. Thomas paused for a moment, realizing that this guy was playing mind games, but he probably wouldn't outsmart him. There was no way he would rely on that fool, Iris, to gather the final evidence. All she wanted was to drag Iris into the mess. "I could say the same to you. That shadow might very well be a guy. Who knows whose shadow it will end up comparing to? You should be more careful with yourself than warning me." As Thomas spoke to Robison in this manner, Ava grew increasingly sile

"Boss, I've met with Iris and shared the necessary details with her. I also gave her the invitation voucher. The next step is to let her meet with the Caldwell Family," Ms. Hutton reported. Although she didn't dare to speculate too much about Thomas's intentions, she had a good sense of her boss's style. It was clear that he wanted Iris to experience true despair. Just when she thought she had everything under control, he would push her into hopelessness. That was the thrill of revenge for him."Don't worry about the details; I'll handle the arrangements from here. You did well. You know how greedy Iris is-she'll always want more. Let's keep her hanging for now; she has her own issues to deal with," Thomas replied.After hanging up the phone, Thomas stepped back inside from the balcony and glanced at Ava, who was already fast asleep. A gentle smile crossed his face. The situation with the family was more complicated than he had anticipated. Without a clear resolution, it was unlikely

This business gathering was more than just a casual meet-up; it was a private chat among industry giants, a chance to lay all their cards on the table regarding potential collaborations. At this event, some attendees could confidently present their opportunities while holding a cup of coffee. This was precisely why the gathering was both discreet and significant. Ms. Hutton glanced at the invitation list in front of her, placing a red circle around the name Gavin, signaling the waiter to keep a close eye on him. She observed the couple, Iris and her husband, arm in arm. It seemed that Iris was still worried about her clueless husband and felt the need to take matters into her own hands. But that wasn't something she needed to fret about. Whether they came alone or together, as long as they followed Thomas' plan step by step, they would eventually fall into the trap, allowing Thomas to savor the thrill of revenge. That would be Ms. Hutton's way of fulfilling her duties as his secreta

This group of people was surprisingly composed, perhaps even too composed. Miss Hutton found this quite strange. She had expected them to rush in like dogs after a bone. With Thomas already present, it was clear that they should be eager to geta piece of the action. These business tycoons seemed to be holding back, each maintaining their pride. Once one of them made a move, it would be difficult for the others to hold back. Miss Hutton anticipated this situation; no one was truly calm in their hearts.Sure enough, someone stood up. To Miss Hutton's surprise, it was a familiar face. She felt a bit uneasy about this person— Mr. Caldwell Business. Gavin, standing nearby, recognized Mr. Caldwell and understood the implications immediately. His legs were shaking with anxiety as he debated whether to approach. But in the end, he hesitated, especially since his boss had already stood up. Holding onto his own leverage, standing up now would be more trouble than it was worth for Gavin. He cou

Miss Hutton knew the rules of the mall, and she was well aware of the true faces behind these big shots. In her eyes, Mr. Caldwell was hardly a big player; he was just someone with a bit of capital. Right now, she wasn't concerned about the man in front of her. What mattered was her boss's game, and she was just playing her part in this act."Mr. Caldwell, this is Miss Hutton. She wanted to come over and say hello," Iris introduced, taking on the role of the host without a care for whose territory it was. Mr. Caldwell nodded, turning to Miss Hutton with a broad smile. "I had no idea Miss Hutton knew her so well. I heard you're acquainted with some relatives of theirs. That must be quite interesting."Miss Hutton shot a glance at Iris, who was quite the talker. She wondered how much embellishment Iris had added in front of Mr. Caldwell. Iris seemed a bit flustered after Mr. Caldwell's comment, realizing she had put herself in a tight spot. She didn't know how Miss Hutton would respond.