Chapter 213 The Traitor Emerges
Everyone turned to Donovan after that pointed question.
Donovan felt a chill under Evelyn's sharp gaze but stayed calm. "It's no secret. The Wellington Group was competing with us because Ada was torn between you and Edward. You won the wedding hosting rights, but now we've lost our edge. With Ada's wedding coming up, it's natural she'd turn to Wellington, right?"
He kept his cool, not giving anything away.
Evelyn's eyes sparkled as she leaned back and smiled. "Good analysis, but you missed that Ada hasn't signed with the Wellington Group yet."
Everyone gasped, "What? A whole week and no contract?"
Donovan's face tightened, though he stayed expressionless.
"If they had signed, the Wellington Group would have announced it. Their silence means we still have a shot." Evelyn tapped her toe, spinning her chair. "I'm stubborn and never give up. I've got a new plan to present to Ada, hoping to catch the Wellington Group off guard."
Everyone cheered, "Awesome! That's Ms. Taylor for you!"
Donovan forced a smile and joined the applause.
"But Ms. Taylor, KS breached the contract first. Ada probably has a bad impression of us. Won't she just ignore you?"
"Yeah, some things can't be forced!"
Evelyn's smile was dazzling, her eyes full of confidence. "Life's full of disappointments, but I'll still try!"
After the meeting, everyone left except Evelyn and William.
Evelyn took the coffee William handed her and stood by the window, enjoying the city view and her coffee.
"Evelyn, were you fishing with that new plan?" William asked.
"Yes, and I caught something," Evelyn replied.
William's eyes widened. "Really? Who?"
"I have my suspicions but no proof," Evelyn said, her eyes darkening. "William, follow Donovan after work tonight. Report if he does anything unusual."
The next day, Molly woke up, driven home by Edward.
With Edward's protection, Tiffany stayed quiet in front of Patrick, though she was displeased. Debra, knowing she had pranked Molly, also kept silent, fearing Patrick's reprimand.
That evening, Molly lay on her bed, hugging her teddy bear, trying to recall the previous night. Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed.
She had a blackout and couldn't remember much, just the moment the lights went out, the heavy lips on hers, and those burning eyes staring into her soul.
Taking a deep breath, Molly got up and sat at her desk. She took out her sketchbook and pencil, closed her eyes for a moment, and began to draw.
In a few minutes, a face with sharp features, like a handsome devil with a hint of mischief, appeared on the paper. She even captured that annoying yet charming vibe.
Molly stared at her drawing, gently touching his eyes. "Eric, you're really good-looking."
Meanwhile, Eric was driving a fiery red Ferrari into Riverside Villa.
"Who's here?" Tiffany asked, surprised, as the butler reported while she and Patrick admired the autumn scenery.
"Mr. Clark is here."
"At this time?" Patrick checked his watch, frowning. "He knows Edward isn't home. And it's almost dinner. Why is he here now?"
"Oh, Patrick, Eric rarely visits. Why overthink it? Maybe he's here to see Debra," Tiffany said, holding Patrick's arm.
"Tiffany, are you saying Eric and Debra are close?" Patrick asked, surprised.
"You're always so busy, you don't even know what's on her mind," Tiffany pouted, poking Patrick's lapel. "Debra has always liked Eric."
"Debra likes Eric? I had no idea," Patrick said, shocked.
"Debra's shy. She wouldn't just say something like that," Tiffany replied.
"This is serious. Debra's marriage is crucial for the Wellington family," Patrick said. "She's my precious gem. Her marriage must be handled with care. We need the best match."
"The Clark family is prestigious, and Eric is Maurice's only grandson. The Clark Group will be his. Plus, he's Edward's good friend. If Debra marries into the Clark family, it strengthens our ties. It's a great match," Tiffany said.
Patrick's brows relaxed, swayed by Tiffany's words.
'Though Eric's reputation isn't the best, boys from wealthy families often seek excitement. I was wild in my youth too but settled down. Debra and Eric would be a good match. With our influence, Eric will have to restrain himself,' Patrick thought.
Meanwhile, Eric was already in the villa's living room, feeling at home. He even poured his own coffee.
"Eric, what brings you here today?" Patrick and Tiffany greeted him together. Normally, Patrick wouldn't show up, but Tiffany's words made him feel it was necessary.
"I had something come up and decided to drop by. Sorry to bother you, Uncle Patrick," Eric said, showing their close relationship.
"We were just about to have dinner. Why don't you join us?" Tiffany invited warmly.
"No need," Eric declined coolly. "Is Debra home? I'd like to talk to her alone."
Patrick and Tiffany exchanged a meaningful glance.
Debra was thrilled to hear Eric was there but remembered Tiffany's advice to play hard to get. She restrained herself from rushing out.
Unexpectedly, Eric sought her out!
Debra's heart pounded as she walked into the coffee room. "Eric, you were looking for me?"
Eric casually sipped his coffee. "Yes."
"What is it?" Debra asked shyly, sitting opposite him, her face bashful.
"Don't you have anything to say about what happened at the Alahle Club last night?" Eric's cold eyes fixed on her.
Debra's heart tightened. "Last night, what happened?"
"Molly never leaves the house. How did her teddy bear end up at the Alahle Club?" Eric put down his cup with a thud. "Debra, jokes have limits. Wasn't your behavior too malicious?"
Debra's face turned pale, her heart pounding.
"Eric, I think you misunderstood me," she said, eyes turning red, trying to look aggrieved, even shedding tears.
"Molly didn't cry after being messed with by you. How do you have the nerve to cry?" Eric said, not looking at her. "I'm here to tell you two things. First, don't bully Molly anymore. I protect her now. Think twice before you mess with her. Second, stay away from Jessica. She's pure-hearted. Don't corrupt her."
With that, Eric stood up and left without looking back.
Debra stared blankly at the door, feeling as if her soul had been sucked out, and slid weakly from the sofa to the floor.
