A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 32

Yvan sat there, ramrod straight, his lean figure casting a striking profile with half his face. turned away, exuding an allure that was both enchanting and devilish.

He occupied the luxuriously appointed private room like a European nobleman from a bygone era, commanding the space with an air of undeniable presence. His features were as finely crafted as a Renaissance painting.

Matilda’s breath hitched the moment she realized it was Yvan. “How can it be you?” che exclaimed in disbelief.

“Mason was just doing me a favor by reaching out to you,” Yvan said, his voice even. “Let’s sit down and talk about this, shall we?”

“No need. I’ve got nothing to say to you.” Matilda replied, her astonishment quickly replaced by a cold indifference as she turned to leave.

But Yvan’s mocking laugh stopped her in her tracks.

“Matilda, are you really that afraid of me now? Are you still the brilliant designer you used to be?” his voice taunted.

Matilda froze. He was challenging her pride, forcing her to stay. Clenching her teeth, she spunt around to face Yvan, her eyes blazing with a vivid hatred and took a seat opposite him.

waiter, sensing the tension, discreetly closed the door behind them, leaving them

spoke. “What do you

eyes half–closed as he studied Matilda. It was their first calm encounter in

lovestruck woman she once was, and he was

had been.

them both. They sat there, strangers with familiar faces, exchanging formalities devoid of any real

stabbed at Yvan’s heart before he spoke again.

tightened instinctively. “What

Logan will be taken care of by the Boyd family. You can see him whenever you

didn’t hesitate to refuse. “Mr. Boyd, that’s unnecessary. My brother and I

take care

Chapter 32

into slits, his demeanor turning cruel with no trace of past affection. “With one phone call, I can make you and your brother beggars.

Matilda’s eyes reddened with anger, her gaze filled with accusation.