Chapter 110 Regret to the Extreme
Charles met Violet's resolute gaze, his heart sank, and he hurriedly turned to beg Zephyr.
"Zephyr, please help me talk to Violet. After all these years we've been together..."
"Shut up!" Zephyr's icy stare shot toward Charles like a sharp arrow. "You have the nerve to say that? Cheating on Violet behind her back, and you still want her to forgive you? Impossible!"
Something else occurred to Zephyr, and he continued, "Starting tomorrow, that house is no longer available for your family. You all need to move out immediately. I'm going to list the house online and sell it."
Hearing this, Charles felt like his world was collapsing.
He never imagined Zephyr could be so ruthless. Thinking about how he would not only lose the Cooper family's support but also have no place to live, he was filled with extreme regret.
Charles wanted to say something more, but Zephyr didn't give him the chance and left directly with Violet.
When Finnian heard that Zephyr was even taking back the house, he was shocked and furious. He immediately directed all his hatred toward Charles, rushing over and slapping him across the face again and again.
"You idiot! You've ruined the entire Green family! You had a perfectly good girlfriend and couldn't treat her right, yet you dared to hook up with another woman. Now look—we have nothing left!"
"I'll beat you to death, you fool! How did I end up with such a stupid son? You've completely messed up everything!"
Charles was slapped until his mouth bled. He knelt numbly before Finnian's wheelchair in a daze. "Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong... Please stop hitting me..."
What terrified him even more than being slapped was the question: what would the Green family do from now on?
At the school gate.
Violet declined Zephyr's suggestion to take a few days off and rest at home, watching as Zephyr's car drove away.
Turning around, Violet spotted Isabella and immediately ran over to her.
"Isabella, was it you who posted that audio recording on the forum?"
Isabella nodded. "Yes, I posted it."
If Charles hadn't fought back and insisted on having Finnian come make a scene at school, she would have had no need to release that recording.
But he just wouldn't give up.
"Thank you." Violet was deeply grateful. "If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't have been able to clear my name."
"If you want to thank me, sing me a few more songs tonight to help me sleep."
"Sure, I'll sing whatever you want to hear."
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Meanwhile, at Infinity Entertainment Inc.
A knock sounded at the door. Lawrence didn't look up, leaning back on the sofa and continuing to play his game.
Dash pushed the door open and glanced at Lawrence, speaking in an ingratiating tone. "Lawrence, playing games again? Did you win or lose?"
Lawrence glanced at him. "What is it? Need something?"
Ember still hadn't agreed to let Isabella accompany him at his concert, and he was in a terrible mood.
So these past few days, he hadn't done any magazine shoots, skipped his events—he just didn't want to work.
"Lawrence, stop being mad at Ember. The brands are starting to have issues with you. What if they get angry and stop working with us..."
Lawrence shot him a look. "If they don't want to work with us, fine. I don't care!"
Dash was at a loss for words.
After thinking for a moment, he pressed on. "Lawrence, the concert is no joke. So many fans are watching. We need to guarantee the quality of the concert and be responsible to the fans, right? Having some high school student accompany you—what would that look like? It's only natural that Ember doesn't agree..."
"Ms. Knight is a top-tier pianist after all. Having her there would be nothing but beneficial. Plus, Ms. Knight has a big reputation in the industry—she could attract a lot of fans for you."
Dash racked his brain trying to persuade him.
"Stop being stubborn and just let Ms. Knight accompany you at the concert."
At the same time, Lawrence's phone emitted the sound of game failure.
He got even more annoyed and glared at Dash. "This is my concert. Can't I even decide who accompanies me? If that's the case, then forget the whole concert!"
Dash's expression froze. He thought it over and realized this wasn't something he could handle, so he went to get Ember.
Ember came in with a cold expression and glanced at Lawrence. "How long are you planning to keep this up?"
Lawrence had been with Ember for so many years—he was still a bit afraid of her.
He put down his phone. "Ember, please. Just this once, can you let me decide who accompanies me?"
Ember fell silent.
After a moment, she said coldly, "If I let you decide and something goes wrong at the concert, I take no responsibility!"
This was Ember's way of giving in.
Lawrence immediately broke into a smile.
"No problem! Don't worry, Ember. I'll do great at the concert!"
Ember looked at him with a headache. "I need to run this by Mr. Soren Parker. I can only make the final decision if he agrees."
With that, Ember immediately called Lawrence's older brother Soren.
Soren managed the entire Parker Group and was extremely busy with official business, so he didn't usually get involved in Infinity Entertainment Inc.'s affairs. But when it came to Lawrence's matters, he needed to be informed.
Soon, the call connected.
When Soren heard that Lawrence wanted to change the pianist for his concert, he wasn't particularly concerned.
"If he wants to change it, let him. What's the harm if something goes wrong? The whole of Infinity Entertainment Inc. has his back."
Soren didn't have time to deal with these things. As for whether Lawrence's concert would have problems or not, he didn't really care—as long as Lawrence was happy.
His only concern right now was finding his sister Ainsley Parker and Serenity.
Seventeen years had passed. Wesley was losing strength, and the responsibility of finding Ainsley and Serenity had fallen on his shoulders.
Soren hung up the phone. His thoughts paused for a moment before he remembered he was here to discuss a project with William. He pushed open William's office door.
Both were heirs to two of the four major families. Over the years, whether competing or cooperating, they had become quite familiar with each other.
"What have you been busy with lately? Every time after work, you're nowhere to be found. I invite you out for drinks and you don't come."
Soren walked over, his white suit forming a stark black-and-white contrast with William's black suit.
William was ruthless and domineering in his methods. Soren was different—he appeared more refined. But that was only on the surface. When dealing with people he didn't like, Soren had plenty of ways to smile while hiding a knife.
William looked up, his voice low. "Lately, I've been busy cooking."
Soren's steps halted.
What?
What did William just say?
Cooking?
Soren felt he must have heard wrong and laughed. "William, you must be joking."
William gave him a disdainful look. "Cooking takes a lot of time. I don't have time to joke with you."
Soren: "..."
After not seeing him for a while, why did it feel like he didn't recognize William anymore?