Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0498

At the banquet, I used the slight influence of alcohol to project an image of boldness and strength. I stood at the center of the stage, confidently discussing the present and future of Jones Corporation. Over the years, Douglas had not been idle. Of the 24 shareholders, some were still holding on at Jones, while others had long since left. Christopher Newton was one of those who had left early. As I spoke, my gaze locked directly onto Christopher. He used to be the vice president of Jones Corporation but later poached most of my core team, starting his own company.

He was now the CEO of his own company. Even Douglas, who openly mocked him, had received a subtle offer from him. It just showed how deep his schemes ran.

Aside from Douglas's abilities, he held the key to Jones Corporation's most confidential information. If

Christopher succeeded in persuading him, it could mean a fatal blow to Jones Corporation.

When I sent out the invitations for this banquet, many came just to watch the drama. In Radiant City, there were plenty of powerful families, but inviting rival companies to gather like this was rare.

Pete stood behind me. He whispered in a voice that only the two of us could hear, "It's okay, keep going. Don't be afraid."

I glanced back at Pete, sending him a grateful look. I wasn't really afraid, but standing alone like this sometimes made me feel a bit lonely.

faintly and cast a disdainful look at Christopher, curious to see how far

your meticulous nature, saying that tasks entrusted to you were always completed to his satisfaction. I hope we'll have the opportunity to

from the crowd weren't pleasant. Those

to let a woman run things. They even have the half-dead Shelman family as support." Christopher's eyes flashed

just so

How about you join us for the celebration? My wife misses you dearly. She used to say how much she felt for

sound of a wine glass shattering on the floor cut him off, Although the sound wasn't loud, it seemed

disturbance froze in place.

corner of the banquet hall was a tall figure dressed in

slipped. Please,

against the wall, his long fingers toying with a half-empty wine bottle. His air of defiance made him seem particularly dangerous

tone, laughing nervously. "I'm just joking, Ms. Jones. No need to take it seriously. Of course, we know we're not that

I maneuvered gracefully through the crowd of nearly a hundred guests. Yet, my feet unconsciously

it impossible for me to gauge the