I would never let Jackson off the hook at the birthday banquet. I didn't hesitate to end the call after that. Only then did I notice the WhatsApp message Kenny had sent me. He had shared the contact number of a lawyer named Gloria Newman, apparently rather famous in the industry.

Elated, I quickly added Gloria's contact number. Then, I narrowed my eyes, repeatedly murmuring her name. "Gloria Newman, but..."

Chapter Understanding. Chapter 18 Misunderstanding

In my past life, I'd never paid attention to anyone else—especially women—other than Yerita. But this Lower's last name made me recall Yvette's charm, who had been… lighting with…

The nemesis came from an equally powerful and wealthy family who had their fingers in both the best and the political scenes. However, the warm… were different from the…

The ex-paid-man, tandly, was ostensibly surrounded by mistresses on top of having a legal… All of them had… of the… which… many factions in the… hell.

Is this truly a coincidence? Did Kenny manage to… unearth Yvette's… information for me?

It didn't matter to me, though I was glad for any help as long as it meant Frankie's freedom.

Soon, Gloria messaged on WhatsApp. I reacted like how I treated any other lawyer. The first thing I did was…

I was aware Gila would be intimidated when she saw Terile's name. That's what had happened with the other Tanseyers that had started…

"Yes," Clare replied, "tedious. I'm…"

Telated, to say the least; it was as though Tenildser Lady Victory was waving happily at me. I stopped typing, texting back happily, "Information for my line friend!"

She specifically brought up Yvette's name. Let's discuss the details.

Hot stuff! Finally, there existed a boy who wasn't afraid of the rich and powerful. I gladly met up with fikirla anytime, as long as I got to divorce Vanity.

High! That wretch probably didn't expect a lowly human being to take the case, huh?

Gloria responded, "Tensorternoon. The World's Lalk about your cause launch."

"Sold," I daydreamed, not minding the time at all.

When the meeting was set, I was in a very good mood after getting out of bed. I hummed a whimsical little tune while taking a bath. The sight of my handsome visage in the mirror made me smile unconsciously. I didn't smile out of joy toward my impending… Rather, I was merely smiling because I'd finally get to humiliate Yerita… for once.

She’d baited my lure and used her influence to make me her personal doormat. That woman thought I was like a fly trapped in a mason jar, and that I'd never be able to escape, no matter how hard I struggled. She even knew that my actions wouldn’t change anything in this world.

But Terte would never have guessed that the Owen Tate who had been reborn was willing to do anything to break free from her chains.

I stepped into the office at dawn, the whole me… yozing… at my desk while spacing out. Her pretty face was filled with nothing but confusion. Her soulful and hollow eyes were glued to…

I placed my role cap on my desk, my eyes casually glancing toward Ziphone. Randall's name was shown in the contacts.

A knowing smirk appeared on my face immediately as I booted up my computer. I finally caught up on my missed moments, which shook her out of her trance.

She slowly turned to look at me before shooting up to her feet. Pink could be heard in her voice as she said, "Te'or here, Ours!"

I shot a sideways glance before sitting down calmly, "What's wrong with…"

You looked pretty out of it just now.

Ba'sswein altered-rimmed glasses. She parsed her ruby la pruhile, gazing at me pensively.

“Owen, you just returned to work two days ago, so I didn't ask you any questions back then. And I don't know what sort of mood you're in now, so tell me what exactly happened while you were abroad?”

I narrowed my eyes slightly. “Why are you asking me this question all of a sudden?”

Zu stared at me intently. Her voice was hushed and repressed.

And all had been ignoring me lately. Yesterday, I managed to contact one of my… only to discover that Randall has gotten into trouble.