Chapter 124 The Analysis Results

"What's the verdict? Spit it out already."

Hailey wore a triumphant smile, full of faith in her boyfriend's innocence.

"After a thorough analysis, we can confirm that the video is authentic; it hasn't been fabricated."
The phone clattered to the ground with a thud, and Hailey's smile quickly froze on her face.

Hailey's beliefs and worldview crumbled in that instant.

"Hello? Hailey? Hailey?" the woman's voice still emanated from the phone on the floor.

Eric bent down, picked up the phone, and handed it back to Hailey, all while keeping his smile. "So, what do you think, Hailey Anderson? Do you believe me now? You can't still claim I'm framing your boyfriend, can you? I'm not that bored."

"No! This can't be! I still don't believe it!" Hailey sobbed out loud.

Despite her denials, her tears revealed that she was partially convinced.

The video was there, and its authenticity had been confirmed.

"Hailey!" Olivia rushed over to support the crying Hailey.

Eric Phillips felt no remorse. He believed he was ultimately doing her a favor by showing her the truth about the man she was dating. It might be hard to swallow now, but he was convinced it would be better for Hailey in the long run.

"I'm going to call him right now!"

Hailey dialed her boyfriend Bob's number immediately.

"Hello, sweetheart," Bob's voice came through the phone.
Hailey Anderson took a deep breath to calm her nerves before asking, "Bob, how's work been treating you at the Institute?"

"Great! The director even mentioned that he plans to promote me to vice director soon," Bob's voice came through the phone.

"Really? That's wonderful," Hailey said. A surge of relief washed over her upon hearing Bob's words.

"Sweetheart, I'm tied up with work at the moment. Let's call it a day, and I'll take you out to dinner tonight," Bob said.

After hanging up the phone, Hailey proudly turned to Eric Phillips. "Did you hear that? My boyfriend is still at the Institute and about to be made vice director!"

Eric chuckled and said, "Hailey, you're too easily fooled."

Internally, Eric felt a wave of disdain; Bob could put on a show. He was already working as a security guard at Power Mansion, yet he continued to pretend, further fueling Eric's dislike for him.

Pausing momentarily, Eric continued, "If you still don't believe it, why don't you check out Power Mansion yourself? He started working there today as a security guard at the front entrance."

...

At four in the afternoon, outside Power Mansion.

Hailey always trusted Bob's word without a second thought. In her eyes, Bob had always been the epitome of excellence.

Yet, after the revelation of the truth in that video, her faith had wavered.

Determined to see for herself and find peace of mind, she looked towards the entrance of Power Mansion and instantly spotted Bob in his security uniform.

Bob was in the middle of a boastful tale with the other guards, clearly enjoying himself.

"Bob..." Hailey almost passed out when she saw him.

Her heart crumbled. She never imagined Bob, her talented knight in shining armor, would sink so low for money, willing to bark like a dog, working as a guard?

The image of Bob she held dear came crashing down.

Without another thought, Hailey stormed towards the entrance.

At the entrance to Power Mansion.

"Bob!"

A sharp cry rang out.

Bob turned around to see Hailey Anderson.

"Hailey, what... what are you doing here?" Bob was taken aback.
"Bob, you jerk! How could you stoop to being a security guard just for money? You have a PhD, and you were listed among New York's Top Ten Up-and-Coming Young Professionals!" Hailey Anderson exclaimed loudly.

"Hailey, hear me out. Mr. Phillips offered me a salary of two hundred thousand a month—two point four million a year! I can give you the life you deserve with that kind of cash. Right?" Bob said with a smile.

"Two point four million, and you're ready to roll over? To bark like a dog?" Hailey raised her voice, challenging him.

She paused before continuing, "Bob, I'll give you one chance. If you want to stay with me, show some courage. Quit this job right now and go back to the Institute!"

Bob let out a cold laugh. "Hailey Anderson, don't flatter yourself. With my talent plus a 2.4 million salary, I can have any woman I want. If I had to choose between you and the salary, I'd pick the money without a second thought."

Now that his true colors were revealed, Bob wasn't afraid to show his true face.

"You... you..." Hailey Anderson clutched her chest, her face turning pale.

"Bob, you animal!" Hailey Anderson hurled a slap toward Bob.

"Thwack!"

Bob swiftly grabbed Hailey's delicate arm. "Hailey Anderson, you dare hit me? Who the hell do you think you are?"

After saying that, Bob swung back and slapped Hailey Anderson across the face.

"Smack!"

The slap echoed as it landed on Hailey Anderson's cheek.

The already teetering Hailey Anderson fell to the ground.

Then Hailey sat on the ground, breaking into desperate tears.

Bob turned his back and walked away, no longer acknowledging Hailey Anderson.

...

On the top floor of the Power Mansion, in the Chairman's office.

Eric Phillips's computer screen displayed the live surveillance footage from outside the building.

Eric Phillips had just witnessed the scene of Bob hitting Hailey.

"What a brute," Eric murmured, his eyes narrowing with a glint of coldness.

Even though he'd always been looked down upon by that girl Hailey, who certainly had some peculiar ideas and a rather bizarre way of thinking, Eric had to admit something—she had a kind heart.
Hailey Anderson had sacrificed most of her holidays to volunteer at the orphanage, and she also dedicated a good chunk of her salary to it. That alone spoke volumes about her character.

Then there was Bob, a complete wolf in sheep's clothing!

So, when Eric Phillips witnessed Bob striking Hailey, rage boiled inside him.

Shortly afterward, Eric turned to his secretary and ordered, "Have the head of security bring up Bob and Hailey."

Five minutes had passed.

Accompanied by several guards, the head of security ushered Bob and Hailey into the room.

"Mr. Phillips!"

Bob and the guards saluted Eric promptly.

"Eric Phillips, what's the meaning of this? Are you bringing me up here to gloat about your victory? Fine, I admit it, you bastard! You've won!" Hailey said through tears.

"You should be thanking me, Hailey. If it wasn't for me, when would you have seen this scumbag for who he truly is?" Eric said earnestly.

Hailey didn't respond, but deep down, she knew he was right; Eric had indeed helped her see Bob's true colors.

Bob's slap had finally extinguished the last of her hopes.

Then, Eric's gaze turned back to Bob.

"Bob, you're nothing but a scumbag masquerading as a gentleman. Hailey offered you nothing but genuine affection, and you repay her by hitting her. I'm disgusted!" Eric spat out bitterly.

"Mr. Phillips, she was the one who tried to hit me first," Bob said nervously.

Bob hadn't expected Eric to witness the scene.

"Cut the crap. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson on behalf of all decent men out there," Eric said as he stood up.

He pointed at Bob and commanded, "Head of security, you guys give him a good thrashing!"

"Yes! Mr. Phillips!"

Heeding the command, the head of security and the guards eagerly advanced towards Bob and pinned him down, unleashing a brutal beating.

"Ah! Please, Mr. Phillips, have mercy!"

Bob cried out, pleading for leniency as the blows rained.

Watching Bob get his comeuppance, Hailey felt relief wash over her.

After about five minutes, Eric signaled.

"Alright, that's enough."
At Eric Phillips' command, the security guards finally backed off.

Bob lay on the ground like a dead dog, his mouth smeared with blood. He was in total disarray.

"Bob, you won't need to come to work at Power Mansion starting tomorrow," Eric Phillips said calmly.

"What?!" Bob, in shock, scrambled to his feet.

Hadn't he given up Hailey Anderson just for this job with an annual salary of $2.4 million?

And now Eric Phillips was telling him not to come to work?

Eric Phillips smiled and said, "Did you think I would pay someone like you, a scumbag, $2.4 million a year just to squander it, chase girls, and show off? Dream on!"

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