Chapter 483
Chapter 483:
In his office, Ethan sat at his desk, stacks of unsigned contracts in front of him. But his eyes stayed fixed on one thing—the photo on his phone.
The image burned into his mind.
He recognized Thiago instantly. And the woman’s pale yellow dress looked like the one Brenna had worn before.
Lately, even when Brenna brought him lunch or remembered how he liked his coffee, there was a subtle distance in the way she treated him.
Unlike other women who clung to him with open desperation, Brenna’s love for him was too rational. That made him wonder if she loved him at all.
When his phone rang again from the same unknown number, Ethan finally picked up.
“Who’s this p>
“Mr. Mitchell, thank God you answered,” Thiago said, his voice crackling with urgency. “It’s Thiago. We need to talk about those photos p>
“Speak,” Ethan urged coldly.
Thiago didn’t hesitate. “You’ve already seen the photos, right? That’s me in them p>
Ethan’s chest tightened, and he said, “Are you calling me just to rub it in p>
“Calm down and listen,” Thiago quickly said. “The woman in the photos is not Brenna; it’s Ellie p>
Thiago’s face softened slightly. Despite Brenna’s apparent indifference to her reputation, he believed her reputation was important since she was a young woman.
Just then, the receptionist walked over after receiving a phone call. She approached Thiago politely. “Mr. Moreno, the CEO has asked me to escort you to his office. Please follow me p>
Thiago nodded appreciatively. “Thank you p>
𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝓸ν𝓮𝗅𝓈﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Suddenly, a loud voice echoed from the entrance. “Stop! Where do you think you’re going p>
Thiago turned to find Jayceon striding toward him, his expression contorted with anger.
Thiago knew the cause of Jayceon’s fury. His expression turned sardonic, a thin smile playing on his lips as he casually slid his hands into his pockets, unbothered by Jayceon’s rage.
Jayceon lunged forward, aiming to seize Thiago by the collar and hurl him to the floor.
But Thiago smoothly avoided the attack. Jayceon stumbled, missing his target.
As tensions escalated toward confrontation, the receptionist hastily dialed the CEO’s office for intervention.
Failing in his aggressive attempt, Jayceon’s anger intensified. He rushed at Thiago again, only to miss as Thiago dodged effortlessly.
Thiago’s smile spread wider, a mocking gleam in his eyes. “Don’t you get it? You’re no match for me,” he taunted, his gaze full of provocation.