Chapter 101 We're Done
Night.
The Jackson Villa blazed with lights.
Nicholas's car roared through the villa gates like an enraged beast, screeching to a halt at the front entrance with tires shrieking against the pavement.
He practically kicked the car door open, radiating terrifying fury as he strode purposefully toward the house.
Emma stood in the center of the living room, seemingly anticipating his arrival. This time, she didn't run.
She followed Nicholas out to the garden, where the night wind tousled her hair and brought a chill to the air.
Nicholas stared at her with deadly intensity, his towering frame emanating overwhelming pressure.
His eyes were bloodshot, his voice grinding through clenched teeth.
"Emma, Moore Group's DC data is identical to Harrison Group's. Did you give it to Matthew?"
Emma paused, then her lips curved into a mocking smile.
"Nicholas, you give me too much credit. If I said no, would you believe me?"
Her composure was like gasoline thrown on the raging fire in Nicholas's heart.
"Ha." Nicholas laughed bitterly, his chest heaving. "You love him that much? Enough to betray everything?"
Emma's expression turned icy. Given the current situation, she had no desire for a war of words.
"My personal life is none of Mr. Harrison's business. You should focus on how Harrison Group plans to clean up this mess."
Nicholas's jaw clenched. "Do you hate me that much? Enough to ruthlessly destroy everything I've built?"
His voice carried hysterical accusation, his entire body trembling with rage. He was certain she was the traitor.
"Do you have any idea what FD means to me?"
It was the path of hope he'd built with Harrison Group's billions for everyone suffering from illness worldwide. It was his father's lifelong dream, his own reason for studying medicine.
Emma understood this was a fatal blow to Harrison Group, but she currently had no way to fix it.
Yet cold, merciless words slipped from her lips anyway: "Harrison Group's affairs have nothing to do with me!"
"You—!"
Nicholas's rationality completely snapped! He lunged forward, gripping her wrist with crushing force, as if trying to shatter her bones.
"Ah... let go! That hurts!"
Emma struggled but couldn't break free.
"Nicholas, have I never been worthy of your trust? Is that how little you think of me?" She looked up at him, her eyes filled with hurt.
"Emma, do you know what betrayal feels like?" Nicholas's deep eyes blazed with undisguised hatred and fury.
Emma's anger flared. "Nicholas, I'm not the one who betrayed you!" But he never believed her—never!
"Nicholas! You bastard! Let Emma go!"
Evelyn came charging down the stairs, wielding a baseball bat.
Nina followed close behind, like a protective little beast.
"Crack!" Evelyn swung the bat with all her strength, striking Nicholas's shoulder.
"Ah! Ah!" Nina threw herself forward recklessly, sinking her teeth into the arm that held Emma.
Nicholas winced, reflexively loosening his grip.
He shook off Nina and looked at Emma's reddened eyes, his expression conflicted for a moment. His impulse had indeed gone too far.
He hadn't meant to truly hurt her—the fury of betrayal had simply consumed all reason.
He stepped back, shaking his bleeding arm where Nina had bitten him, fixing Emma with an icy stare. Each word seemed dragged from a frozen wasteland.
"Emma, we're done!"
With that, he turned and left with decisive finality, his aura dark as storm clouds.
"Jesus! Has that psycho lost his mind? So violent!"
Evelyn stomped her foot in frustration, dropping the bat to steady the swaying Emma.
"Emma, are you okay? You scared me to death!"
Emma's wrist throbbed with burning pain, clear fingerprints visible on her skin.
Why?
What gave him the right to assume she'd leaked the data?
She breathed deeply, trying to calm her racing heart and churning emotions.
Wait.
Something didn't add up.
Matthew... how could Matthew have gotten that security token from Nicholas?
Then who was Nicholas's inside source?
Her pupils contracted sharply.
Could it be her?
Emma's expression changed drastically. She grabbed Evelyn's hand urgently.
"Evelyn, I need a favor!"
...
The next day.
Emma's apartment became a battlefield of three women, tension crackling like electricity.
"Zoe, you're absolutely disgusting! Do you have any moral boundaries?" Evelyn stood with arms crossed and chin raised, unleashing her full fury. "Isn't Nicholas enough for you? You had to set your sights on Matthew too? Don't you know whose man he is?"
Zoe wore a designer outfit, her makeup flawless. At these words, she covered her mouth with a light laugh, though her eyes glinted with venom.
"Emma, you're finally admitting it?" She looked at Emma provocatively. "Matthew is your lover! You betrayed Nicholas first!"
Emma leaned against the sofa arm in a languid pose. At this, her lips curved in a cold smile.
"Don't think so highly of yourself." Her voice was quiet but carried crushing authority. "Matthew isn't someone you can touch."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Zoe with amusement.
"As for Nicholas—you want him? Take him. I don't want him anymore. Though..."
Emma drew out the words, adding slowly:
"He doesn't seem interested in you either. Where's your pink diamond? Didn't Nicholas put it on you?"
Given Zoe's personality, if she'd gotten that billion-dollar pink diamond, she would have been flaunting it immediately.
At the mention of the pink diamond, Zoe's carefully maintained smile cracked instantly, her face contorting with rage.
"Emma! What right do you have to reject Nicholas!"
She shrieked.
"If he hadn't been protecting you all this time, do you think you'd still be alive? You should have died long ago! Last time should have..."
Zoe suddenly stopped herself.
Emma's eyes sharpened slightly, catching the anomaly in Zoe's words. Her tone remained perfectly calm.
"You thought hiring some pervert to kidnap me would actually hurt me?"
"Too bad that guy's already been arrested. The price you offered wasn't very high either—he confessed everything. Just wait for tomorrow's headlines."
Zoe's face went deathly pale as she blurted out:
"Impossible! He's already dead!"
The moment the words left her mouth, she clapped her hands over her lips, eyes wide with panic, realizing she'd fallen into Emma's trap.
"Well, well! Zoe!"
Evelyn finally caught on, lunging forward to point accusingly at Zoe's nose.
"So it really was you! The kidnapping—you were behind it!"
Zoe steadied herself and actually smiled, though the expression didn't reach her cold eyes.
"So what if it was me?" She seemed unbothered. "The man's dead—dead men tell no tales! You think the police can convict me based on your word?"
Emma suddenly smiled, slowly straightening up.