Chapter 190



Kallie nearly lost her footing but caught herself by seizing Irene’s wrist. It wasn’t only others who found it disgusting; she found it disgusting too.

Kallie was shocked. Boris and Sarah were ready to tarnish the reputations of two esteemed elders just to set her up. One elder had passed away, and the other was gravely ill. If Jerome were to learn of this, his fury would know no bounds.

Fury overwhelmed Kallie. She abandoned all reason and lunged forward, delivering a fierce slap to Boris. Shocked by the impact, Boris clutched his face, his eyes wide with astonishment as he gazed at Kallie.

Enraged, Kallie signed furiously at him. She demanded to know why he was trying to frame Jerome, who had only ever treated him kindly. She challenged him to confront her directly if he had a problem. Did he actually think Brent would fall for such lowly schemes? Wasn’t he scared of divine punishment?

Although Boris didn’t grasp Kallie’s signs, the sheer fury and icy resolve in her eyes were unmistakable. A twinge of guilt washed over him, yet he held his stance and declared, “Look at her, everyone. Caught in the act, she lashes out in embarrassment. Actually, I’m here today solely to expose Kallie’s true nature and warn all the men in our family to steer clear of her.

“This woman will stop at nothing to set her hands on money and fame. I have no reason to lie about this—I’m speaking about my own grandfather, who always treated me kindly. I was just too overwhelmed by it all, and I had to speak the truth. Even if my grandfather and cousin are under Kallie’s spell and might even disown me, I have no regrets about my actions today!”

Boris’ passionate speech and convincing demeanor roused the emotions of those around him. They glanced at Kallie with contempt, maintaining their distance as they regarded her with profound disgust.

In a room upstairs, a man observed the unfolding drama below. His face was concealed behind a black mask, and he allowed himself a slight smile. “When did Sarah and Boris start working together? They’ve certainly got some tricks up their sleeve.” His smile did little to hide his true feelings. Those close to him understood his displeasure.

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“Sir, Sarah is deviating from our plan. Should I intervene?”

“Let the show continue,” the man replied, finishing his wine before smashing the glass on the floor. “Sarah better hope everything unfolds as she expects, otherwise…”

He left his threat hanging, his gaze turning cold and menacing as he watched Jake push his way through the crowd.

Edgar hurried to intercept Jake, his voice tense yet subdued. “Reeves, I understand you’re furious. But it’s clear this is a trap for both you and Kallie!”

Jake smirked coldly, his eyes chilling. “They believe now that my grandpa’s gone and Jerome’s bedridden, they can get away with it. If I let them off the hook for this, my grandpa would haunt me forever.”

Edgar still blocked Jake’s way, his gaze locked with Jake’s, whose eyes burned with lethal fury. Edgar uttered anxiously, “I’ve just heard that Linsey is on her way here with Brent. They might be held up, but Brent’s clever. He’ll manage it. If you defend Kallie now, it won’t just be her reputation at stake.”

Jake’s hands balled into fists. He recognized the truth in Edgar’s words. Their real enemy was lurking in the shadows. Only the Miller family was exposed, while the real puppeteer remained concealed.

Jake felt as if serpentine eyes were surveilling him from the darkness. One mistake, and it wouldn’t be just him facing the repercussions. But…

Meanwhile, amid the chaotic crowd, Kallie furiously pounded on her keyboard, crafting her explanations. It was rare to see her so emotional, her eyes reddened and moist with unshed tears. She longed to pen her defense with her own blood—not to proclaim her innocence, but to protect the two elderly men she cherished as her own family.

For the sake of the elders she held dear, Kallie would gladly lay down her life. Yet, no one seemed willing to hear her out. Some even mocked her as if she were a mere plaything, their comments cutting particularly deep.

“Kallie, stay with me tonight. Just name your price.”

“Stop acting so noble. You’ve been with older men.”

“Come on, Kallie, out with it. Which one of those old-timers was better in bed?”

The words ignited a fire in Kallie. Seething, she snatched a champagne glass from a towering stack nearby and hurled the contents at the man who had hurled the disrespectful insult. The liquid splashed across his face, and he wiped it away, swearing vehemently. “Damn it, you little bitch! Can’t handle the truth? You brought this on yourself!”

His rage mounting, he seized Kallie by the wrist and raised his hand to strike her. But before his hand could fall, it was caught by another, much firmer grip. “Think you can start trouble here? Do you have a death wish?” A chilly voice intervened.

The man’s eyes widened in terror as he looked up into the face of Jake, who towered over him, imposing and unyielding.

“Mr. Reeves!” the man stammered, recognition dawning.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jake delivered a solid punch to the man’s gut. The man collapsed to the floor, clutching his abdomen and groaning in agony, his earlier arrogance washed away, leaving only fear. He refrained from swearing, instead curling up on the floor as he avoided Jake’s piercing stare.

Sarah’s smile gradually faded as she observed the unfolding drama. It was evident Jake was standing up for Kallie.

Jake hadn’t finished dealing with the man yet. Sensing Sarah’s suspicious gaze, he dismissed it and nonchalantly wiped his hands after touching the man.

Jake’s voice was devoid of emotion as he spoke. “Edgar, get him out of here. Kallie might have acted shamelessly, but what right does this ignorant fool have to speak ill of my grandfather?”

“Understood, sir,” Edgar responded.

With a simple gesture from Edgar, bodyguards promptly escorted the man out.

The room fell into a hushed silence, with no one daring to make a sound. Those who had been most vocal earlier exchanged anxious looks. They had overlooked a vital detail. The accused in this scandal were revered elders from both the Hayes and Reeves families. In their youth, they were influential figures in the city. And Boris had only brought up Kallie and Jerome. Any connections between Roderick and Kallie were mere conjecture on their part.

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