Eve Thompson tilted her head, her cheek burning in hot pain; a sweet metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. She was bleeding.
When Jonas Thompson had lunged at her, she could have dodged him. But, fearing revealing her martial arts skills and arousing suspicion - after all, her sister never learnt martial arts - she gritted her teeth and bore the slap. She hadn't expected him to use such force...
Ava White anxiously said, "Jonas, perhaps there's been a misunderstanding..."
Fury rippled across Jonas Thompson's forehead. "Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? I still have the contract I gave her at home, untouched. The area for her signature is blank. I knew it, there's no way Mr. Charlie would care about these tens of millions. It's all her deception!"
How did he know the contract was still blank?
Of course, the housemaid at home must have told him - and the housemaid was Ava White's agent...
Eve Thompson chuckled, she lifted her head, sharply looking at Ava White.
