Chapter 240 His Trump Card

Chapter 240 His Trump Card

Zephyr's gaze was intense, his eyes fixated on her, unwavering.

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Sophia averted her eyes, brushing past him as though nothing had happened, continuing on her way.

As they brushed past each other, Zephyr abruptly caught her wrist, staring at her. "Sophia."

It was Jonas again.

Seeing her laugh and chat so easily with him stirred up an inexplicable bitterness within him, a mix of heaviness and resentment, as though he were drowning in saltwater. There was no longer a place for him at her side.

Sophia stopped, her expression calm. "If you have something to say, wait until this is over. I still have work to do and am very busy."

Zephyr looked at her for a long moment, then released her hand. "Go, then."

By the time the Golden Phoenix Award Ceremony officially started, he went backstage to find her. Sophia had already disappeared without a trace.

His fists clenched as he returned silently to his seat.

The man next to him pointed at Jonas, who was singing on stage. "That's him?"

Zephyr's expression darkened as he gave a slight nod.

The man scrutinized Jonas thoughtfully. "He's a bit like you, actually."

He wasn't referring to Jonas' looks but rather his aura-a fair-skinned, refined elegance that was reminiscent of a scholarly figure from ancient times.

Zephy glared intently at Jonas on stage, his gaze growing colder.

Meanwhile, Richie, as the victim, attended the mediation meeting alongside Connor and Tristan.

Lenora, wary of crossing paths with Richie, opted not to go and advised Connor to avoid mentioning her.

She was at the Children's Palace with Harrietta, painting, when Connor sent her a message-the mediation had failed.

The supplier had refused to meet the compensation terms proposed by the Morris family.

Their options now were to attempt a second mediation or proceed with a lawsuit to await a judge's ruling.

demanded a full refund of all material costs with tenfold compensation, plus additional fees: lost wages, defamation, emotional distress,

the material costs plus an additional hundred thousand in damages and won't consider anything else. I doubt further mediation will work Lenora: What did Connor think

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was the only one talking. Not to sound harsh, but he feels he has the upper hand

Lenora wasn't surprised.

a known swindler, was

She'd expected him to step in, considering the supplier wasn't likely to agree to tenfold compensation plus three hundred thousand in extras, practically treating the supplier as a

likely try for a private settlement. But

approach seemed reckless. With Tristan's expertise, he could secure a fair sum with

what they want. I'll

do with Ultimately, it came down

message: Ms. Wilkin, do you know any private

detective? Why do you

matter what compensation we demanded, they wouldn't agree, that they'd force us to file a lawsuit, drag out the p This tactic meant dragging

Connor's message was unexpected.

clarify he sent her a recording. Though it only captured the

Richie. He knew

listened carefully, recognizing the voices of both the supplier's representative and the instigator. The instigator's voice was oddly

couldn't quite place

strange. You want to investigate that man's

us up. If we just sit and wait, they'll drag us through years of litigation. I'm hoping to find some leverage on them. Could it

know any private detectives, but I'll ask around. If

Thanks, Ms.

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chatted with Gordon, briefing him on the situation and asking him to discreetly investigate the

Gordon didn't respond.

in her painting, colors smudged across

Gordon's reply, she casually browsed through

had updated their

be liked,

Elijah had posted a video

a rugged man

Elijah's voice rang out. "Come

her

This voice...

hearing Elijah's voice coaxing

eyes shut tight for a moment as she closed

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