"Hmph, if I hadn’t come, you might have been deceived to death by Evelyn Clayton while indulging in pleasure with others!"
Matthew Sullivan mocked as he strode into the room.
Seeing Soren Foster, there was blatant disdain in Matthew Sullivan’s eyes.
"The woman you were involved with recently has now turned against you," Matthew Sullivan pulled out his phone and handed it to Summer Monroe, his gaze lingering on Soren Foster, "Can’t you even handle this little thing?"
Summer Monroe looked full of suspicion, and after taking the phone, her expression immediately turned icy.
Matthew Sullivan’s phone was logged into Summer Monroe’s email, where an email from Evelyn Clayton stood conspicuously.
She opened the video and watched for less than a minute, then glared at Soren Foster with a somber expression.
"Good job!" Summer Monroe shouted angrily, furiously throwing the phone at Soren Foster.
Soren Foster couldn’t dodge in time, and the phone hit his temple squarely.
A spot of red seeped from his temple, and Soren Foster’s expression was momentarily dazed.
Matthew Sullivan frowned involuntarily, "Director Monroe, that’s my phone!"
Summer Monroe turned to look at him, sneering coldly, "I haven’t even asked you yet! How were you able to log into my email?!"
"Just for work," Matthew Sullivan said mockingly, "Your mom gave it to me. Besides, you haven’t used this email for a long time. If I hadn’t seen it today, you might have been completely clueless when Evelyn Clayton put this stuff online!"
Summer Monroe laughed in anger, "Fine, fine... Evelyn Clayton, she’s got skills, I’ll give her that."
She glared angrily at Soren Foster, "Didn’t you say Julia Lawrence won’t betray you? Now how do we resolve this?!"
Soren Foster calmly looked at Summer Monroe, a thick, irresolvable sorrow flashing in his eyes.
At that moment, he suddenly very much doubted what he had been striving for all these years.
Soren Foster walked to the table, took a tissue, and gently wiped the blood seeping from his temple, saying softly, "It’ll be fine."
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"I said, it’ll be fine."
Soren Foster cleaned his forehead in Matthew Sullivan and Summer Monroe’s gaze, calmly took off his bathrobe, and changed into his clothes.
Summer Monroe was infuriated by his calm demeanor and said coldly, "You better make it clear! Or else you—"
"If Evelyn Clayton really intended to make this video public, she wouldn’t have sent it to you. She sent it to you to let you know she has evidence, just to give you a scare. Now we just need Lucy Carter to stop, and there won’t be any more problems."
Soren Foster looked squarely at Summer Monroe, "Do you want Lucy Carter to stop?"
Summer Monroe’s eyes were suspicious and undecided, and after a long time, she said with hatred, "Stop her! Don’t let Evelyn Clayton find any leverage, we’ll talk about anything else after the storm passes!"
"Alright." Soren Foster picked up his coat and was about to leave.
Summer Monroe suddenly called after him, "Soren Foster!"
Soren Foster paused slightly, a small crease in his brow, and turned to look at Summer Monroe.
However, Summer Monroe looked at him coldly, her red lips slightly parted, "Find a way to deal with Julia Lawrence for me! Don’t let her appear in front of me again, messing up my plans!"
The last glimmer of hope in Soren Foster’s eyes slowly went out.
He mumbled a response and turned to leave.
As the door closed, he vaguely heard Matthew Sullivan’s mocking laughter inside.
And Summer Monroe’s gradually softening words.
Soren Foster stopped in his tracks, not leaving until he heard the sounds of suspicious panting from inside.