Chapter 92 Secrets Revealed, Preparing to Strike Back
"Night Stalker?" Nicholas's eyes flashed—that was an old acquaintance. But he couldn't reconcile the refined-looking Matthew with that bloodthirsty maniac!
Tyler continued, "He's hidden it well. For some unknown reason, he left the mafia and started legitimate businesses, gradually cleaning up his identity."
"Later, he transferred most of his assets to Novaria. If I didn't have contacts in the CIA, we never would have uncovered this information."
Nicholas took the file and quickly scanned through it.
When he saw Matthew's glorious past deeds, he wasn't surprised—he actually smiled.
That smile carried a few degrees of coldness, and complete understanding.
"Yesterday, he really went all out, buying me such a massive trending story."
"This time, I'll have to return the favor!"
His fingers drummed lightly on the desktop, dangerous light flickering in his eyes.
Time to throw a stone and test the waters! A new storm was brewing.
...
In just one day, both couples' trending stories were completely scrubbed clean, as if nothing had happened.
But it also felt like everything had happened.
Zoe's popularity reached its peak thanks to Nicholas's globally sensational confession.
Her new series saw pre-orders skyrocket to over a million viewers.
Meanwhile, Nicholas had been blocked by Emma. When he called, he was always greeted by that cold automated message.
"The number you have dialed is busy."
As night fell, Nicholas's mood remained utterly foul.
Driven by some strange impulse, his car ended up back at Dreamy Garden.
Dreamy Garden, after its restoration, boasted a lily garden more magnificent than memory, the air thick with rich, sweet fragrance that was almost unreal in its beauty.
Though it had been consumed by flames not long ago, not a trace of the fire remained visible.
But it had indeed burned—completely.
Nicholas stood alone on the second-floor balcony, downing shot after shot of hard liquor, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the garden path's entrance.
Every time, she had walked from there, step by step toward him, toward his bed... then they would fall together into the abyss.
She would never come again! A sharp pain pierced his chest.
That woman he had once despised so completely, whom he'd wanted to strangle with his own hands, now occupied every corner of his heart.
As the alcohol hit him, he grew drunk, then fell asleep.
Against the light, a slender figure slowly emerged from deep within the lily grove.
In his dream, he saw again that face he'd yearned for day and night. He rushed into the flowers, pulled that figure tightly into his arms, his burning lips crashing down in a kiss both passionate and endless, filled with desperate possession.
The next day, a bombshell story exploded throughout the medical community—no, throughout all of Vesperia's high society.
Moore Group's CEO, medical world mogul Matthew, was exposed as a former core member of Lumaria's mafia, his hands stained with blood, involved in countless illegal activities—smuggling, organ trafficking... each accusation more shocking than the last.
Such allegations would be devastating for any ordinary person, let alone Matthew, who stood at the pinnacle of power as the head of a publicly traded corporation.
The moment the news broke, Moore Group's stock price plummeted, nearly hitting the daily limit.
The entire company was in panic, like a ship in a storm.
Yes, Nicholas's counterattack had arrived.
Swift and ruthless, striking at the heart.
Matthew's slender fingers held his tablet, the screen displaying the news that had nailed him to a pillar of shame.
He stared at it for a long time, his lips curving into a cold arc.
Going for the kill?
Very well, Nicholas. Then I won't need to hold back either.
I hope you can handle what's coming!
He picked up his office phone, dialed a number, and the moment it connected, coldly spoke a single sentence, "Begin."
Just as he hung up, his office door was knocked, and Emma entered with obvious worry written across her face.
"Matthew, are you okay? That news story..." She hesitated, anxiety clear in her eyes.
"The entire Moore Group is talking about it. Several contracted distributors have called demanding explanations. Also, for next year's medical summit, several major exhibitors have suddenly backed out, saying they want to withdraw."
Matthew actually chuckled softly at this news.
He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, the gesture as tender as soothing a frightened kitten.
"Don't worry, Emma." His voice remained steady, carrying a reassuring strength. "It's all fabricated. I've done nothing wrong—I'm not afraid of anyone's false accusations."
False accusations? Was he referring to Nicholas?
Emma bit her lip. "Should we issue a PR statement immediately to clarify? Or hold a press conference to set the record straight?"
Matthew shook his head, his deep eyes flickering with confident strategy.
"No need." He said, "Let the rumors continue to ferment. Now isn't the right time. In a few days, when we're ready to leave, I'll reveal the complete truth to the public."
"Trust me—rumors are dispelled by wisdom, and even more so by absolute truth."
Emma looked at his confident expression, and the panic in her heart strangely began to settle.
"Okay." She nodded firmly, then left.
She spent the entire day in the office, feeling somewhat down. The Dr. N partnership agreements were nearly complete.
As quitting time approached, Evelyn called.
"Come downstairs, I'm waiting below. Let's go have a feast and check out some eye candy!"
Emma gathered her things and headed downstairs.
Below, Evelyn sat in her red sports car, wearing sunglasses and a white backless halter dress, radiant and bold.
Seeing this outfit, Emma knew exactly where they were headed. "Let's go, the matches are about to start!"
Evelyn smiled. "You know me so well!"
Soon, Evelyn and Emma arrived at the familiar boxing gym. It was Wednesday—Fighter 17's match day.
Though they'd arrived early, the venue was already packed.
Evelyn told Emma she was going to the restroom, then snuck off to the backstage area alone!
The gym's backstage was thick with heat and sweat, testosterone almost tangible in the air.
Everywhere she looked were bulging muscles, bronze skin gleaming under the lights.
Fighters occupied their own spaces, warming up, joints popping softly, the air thick with primal tension.
Evelyn's appearance was like a drop of water hitting hot oil.
Her heels clicked against the sweat-stained floor, the sound both jarring and enticing.
"Well, hello there, beautiful!"
Two men who'd been pummeling punching bags stopped, whistling shamelessly, their gazes glued to her curvaceous figure.
Several fighters actually began flexing their prized pectorals, muscles rippling in blatant display.
But Evelyn looked straight ahead, her doe-like eyes scanning like radar.
Suddenly, a conversation between two fighters reached her ears.
"That Zoe—looks pure enough to wring water from, but deep down she's wild as they come. Hungry, insatiable!" one voice dropped low, boastful.
"I'm telling you, just a few days ago in Skyview City, I had a go with her. Amazing!"
The other man clearly didn't believe it, snorting. "That's Nicholas's woman, a multi-million-dollar A-list star. You're full of it!"
"Hey, don't doubt me!" the first man said proudly. "Tomorrow night she's invited me to her private villa for a pool party. Specifically asked me to bring a couple more guys. You should come with me—let her see what real men are like!"
"Seriously?"
Evelyn's eyes darkened, but her lips curved in an amused smile.
Well, well! This trip was definitely worth it!
"This isn't a place for you."
A slightly hoarse male voice suddenly spoke from behind her. "Leave."
Evelyn turned around, and her heart skipped a beat.