In the restroom, Jasmine Thompson wasn't there to use the toilet; instead, she splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm herself down. She looked into the mirror and focused, saying to herself, "Jasmine Thompson, don't give up." She had come to this restroom to collect her thoughts. She needed to boost her confidence. At that moment, she understood clearly that the other party was here to humiliate her, to mock her. It made her incredibly angry, but she couldn't afford to show it. Her collaboration with them was crucial. It was really important. Not only did she need to suppress her anger, but she also had to speak kindly. So, she came to the restroom to cool off with cold water. Once she felt composed, she would put on a bright smile and approach John, even to the point of begging him. She was ready to humble herself, to plead with him. She was even willing to make significant concessions. Jasmine Thompson felt she had no other options. Besides offering concess

"Evelyn, Oscar, Nathan, I want to see all three of them tomorrow, and they need to join my wife's company," Ethan Blackwood said before turning and leaving. Chloe Moore let out a bitter smile. Things had gotten out of hand. What was supposed to be a collaboration had turned into a matter of atonement, and the worst part was that she had to make it right. Otherwise, the Moore family could face serious trouble. Fortunately, Mr. Ethan still needed them. And as for her, she was dreading how her brother would scold her. She had only intended to test the waters a little, thinking it was harmless, but Morgan Moore probably never expected her to stir up such a big mess. While she wore a troubled expression, she had no idea that a woman had witnessed the earlier scene. "Gotcha! There's definitely something shady going on here," Beatrice Thompson thought to herself as she sat in a corner of the cafe, gritting her teeth while staring at a photo on her phone. It showed Ethan Blackw

The next day, Ethan Blackwood woke up early and checked his computer. On the screen was a spreadsheet containing names and contact information. "Aldwin Silas, Project Manager... contact number.." "Morris..." This page was filled with the contact details of various talents, but the rest of the entries were marked with crosses, clearly indicating that Jasmine's efforts last night had all been in vain. Not a single one had succeeded. After all, these weren't just any ordinary talents. Did Elite Group really not understand their current situation? It was a complete mess. With no money, no people, no partnerships, and no channels, how could they expect to develop? Impossible! That's why no one accepted their offers. "Darling, these guys are not worthy of your company," Ethan shook his head. Today they chose to refuse, but one day, Elite Group would be out of their reach. With that, Ethan got busy with his tasks. Meanwhile, Jasmine, still lost in her dreams, suddenly wo

Ethan was panting! This area was a mansion district, and there were no cars available, so he had to run all the way back. Thankfully, he was different from before; otherwise, he wouldn't have made it. However, when he returned with a document in hand, he found Jasmine in tears. "Wife," he said, his expression changing as he stepped forward. But Salome blocked his way. Not only did she stop him, but she also slapped him hard across the face. "Wife? You think you can call her that? You traitor, you ungrateful man who's been keeping a mistress! What right do you have to call my daughter your wife?" Smack! A red handprint appeared on Ethan's face. He didn't defend himself; as he had said before, he owed the Thompson family. "I didn't!" he gritted his teeth. "Didn't? Then tell me, does this matter exist or not?" Beatrice handed over her phone, showing the same photo from before. "This is..." "Just answer the question, does it exist or not?" "Yes!" Ethan gritted his

"I'm sorry, Ethan." Jasmine buried her face in Ethan's chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It's... it's okay." Ethan placed one hand on Jasmine's back, feeling the softness of her long hair for the first time. But just then, Jasmine pulled away from him and turned to face Ava and Emerald. She rolled up her sleeves, her beautiful eyes blazing with anger. The fierce side of her was about to come Out. "Are you the one involved? How do you know my husband and I have problems? You're just an outsider! What gives you the right to comment on our relationship? Do I need to report to you about my marriage? Who do you think you are? Why should I explain anything to you?" "Do you even know that he and I have never held hands? Did you know he slept on the floor for four years? You don't know anything, yet you dare to insult me! What gives you the right? Who do you think you are?" In that moment, Jasmine transformed into someone fierce and unapologetic. Protective! l am fierce