Chapter 9 What's Your Relationship?

Ronald saw Giada walking over as well. What ... What's happening here? Holy shit! Why is she here? Didn't she leave? Suddenly, Ronald's face went pale, as if struck by lightning. But now that she overheard me, at least she'll completely give up on Samuel. Giada's gaze fell on Ronald, who looked as pristine as a carefully maintained porcelain vase. A mocking smile tugged at her red lips. The room grew eerily quiet. "Giada, what are you doing here?" Ronald stepped forward, his eyes narrowing nervously as he stared at her. Samuel raised an eyebrow at the sweet tone he used when talking to Giada. "Listen to me. What you heard earlier was a misunderstanding—" "Misunderstanding?" Giada's laugh was light and playful as she interrupted. "Pretty but useless? A good-for-nothing, better off gone? Ronald, I know you're a scumbag, a loyal simp, but I never thought you'd sink lower than an animal. "Do you get pleasure from playing with people's lives?" "Giada, you—" Ronald's pupils widened in shock. Giada's sneer deepened. This pampered brat, who had always been untouchable, was finally about to face the consequences. "Mr. Carroll, your downfall is evident. Don't try to act so important in front of me. Did you know your second Saint-Porchaire ware is a fake? Why don't you go show that off to everyone?" Ronald froze, disbelief flashing across his face. How could that Saint-Porchaire ware be fake? "Giada, what do you know? That ware is from a previous empire. It can't be fake," he argued. It had been bought at a high price from abroad by his grandfather. Giada's lips twisted into a sly, almost seductive smile. "You're so sure, I'll give you that." With that, she turned and started walking toward the nearby stairs. After becoming pregnant, the elevator made her feel nauseous, so she avoided it whenever she could. She didn't glance at Samuel. As Ronald's words echoed in her mind, she started to understand why Samuel had never publicly acknowledged their marriage. Her heart clenched. She didn't want to feel this way, but she couldn't stop the sadness that washed over her. "Ronald, Giada's just some country bumpkin. She doesn't know anything. Don't let her words get to you," Tilda immediately added, sweetly pretending to understand as she showered Ronald with false sympathy. Ronald was about to respond when his assistant rushed over. "Mr. Carroll, there's a problem. The Saint-Porchaire ware is fake. The buyer is making a scene in the market." Tilda's face flushed with heat. How did Giada figure it out? Ronald's expression darkened, and he quickly turned to leave for the market, the playful gleam in his eyes vanishing. Tilda looked around for Samuel but couldn't find him. A sense of unease crept into her heart. Where did Samuel go? Just as she was about to search for him, her phone rang. "Hey, Dad." "Tilda, did you get the new product information from Samuel?" Tilda's eyes sparkled with greed as she thought about the files she had seen earlier. "Dad, I've already got it. I've also arranged for someone to take the fall. Don't worry." ... Giada reached the underground parking garage and walked toward her car. Just as she reached for the door handle, a strong, iron grip grabbed her wrist. She looked up into Samuel's dark, menacing eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. She pulled her wrist away from his grip. "Samuel, let go." But Samuel's hold tightened. His gaze was as deep and dark as an abyss, like a predator ready to strike. His other hand slid to her throat, running along her delicate collarbone. He was on the edge, desperate to tear her dress off and take control, to make her beg beneath him. She would only make him want more. His low, intoxicating voice rumbled through her. "Tell me, what's your relationship with Alfie Cannon?"