His Unveiled Passion

On the second floor of a certain villa, a man's and a woman's clothes were scattered across the floor. A pair of black stockings-torn and ripped-hung precariously on the couch, leaving an unmistakable air of indulgence and debauchery.

James leaned lazily against the headboard, casually smoking a post-coital cigarette with satisfaction lingering in the sharp lines of his brows and eyes.

Beside him, the woman's cheeks were still flushed, and her expression was soaked in the afterglow of their wild encounter.

His phone vibrated. James took a drag of the cigarette before calmly answering.

"Mr. Fullerton, the Yates family just held a press conference announcing the cancellation of their engagement with the Jacobson family," Liam reported respectfully. "Also, rumors are circulating online that Stephen was spotted entering a hotel with a popular actress. People suspect he cheated."

"Heh." James let out a derisive chuckle. "And here I thought he was some devoted lover. Turns out he's just as much of a womanizer as his father is."

"What should we do about the Yates family then?" Liam asked.

James lowered his eyes in thought. "Keep an eye on them. For all we know, this 'breakup' might just be a trick to throw me off."

"Understood."

"Pay special attention to Tessa's whereabouts and report any movements immediately."

"Yes, Mr. Fullerton."

...

for a day, Tessa composed herself and returned to work at the

had been relatively calm-no strange accidents or unexpected

was ever- present. It seemed that breaking off the engagement and ending

firm, her colleagues greeted her one

a polite smile, the heels of her black leather

leather shoes. Today, she wore a sleek black suit. Her long hair was pinned neatly at the back of her head. Concealer hid the dark circles beneath her eyes, and the touch of vintage red lipstick

woman of the past few days, she looked like a completely different person. No one could tell she'd just been

had

Vivian bore

Tessa and wasn't one

stress of workplace

found her work far more

to leave. Just as she was about to step out, she heard

frowned slightly, then closed her office door and

soft sobs seemed to be coming from the assistants'

offices; their desks were arranged in an open space, separated only by partition

she quickly spotted the source of the sound-it was none

what's wrong?" Tessa asked gently.

her tears. "It's nothing,

beside her. "Come on, no need to put on a brave face with me. Tell me what's going on. Maybe

crying. She hesitated for a moment before mumbling, "It's not that big