Chapter 170
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“If Mr. Eric wants a divorce, I’ll be the first to object!”
“They’re perfect together.”
“Wait–Mr. Eric got married, and I didn’t send him a wedding gift?”
“I’ll chip in 1 million and put it under Gary’s tab.”
“Then I’m giving a hundred million!”
“You kidding? The Spencers don’t have that kind of money.”
“Honestly, I’m just here for the drama. Didn’t Gary treat Alice like dirt before?”
“Looks like she taught him a lesson in humility.”
“Wonder if he’s eating his words now.”
“Guys, look–it’s Venom!”
The crowd had been so caught up in the scandal that Venom was momentarily forgotten. But now , watching Alice play, a rush of emotion surged through him.
Venom felt like he was transported back to the days she used to coach him–tough, sharp, and unstoppable.
“Alice!” he called out, his voice cutting through the noise despite Daniel trying to stop him.
“Alice, I know you want to talk to me now! But I promise, I’ll come by your office tomorrow!”
Alice didn’t respond.
She had been trying to track down Ouroboros, but something about this kid told her he wasn’t the type to tell the whole truth.
Before Venom could say anything else, security from the Nolan Group pulled him away and tossed him into his car waiting outside.
Inside, the man in the driver’s seat switched off the livestream, spun around, and looked Venom dead in the eye.
“You found her. Now what?”
Venom slid into the seat, eyes gleaming with excitement.
“I didn’t go through all this just to walk away. I’m going to spoil her rotten.”
The driver snorted and mocked him.
“Looks like she’s got someone doing that already.”
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Venom’s smile froze.
“Hey,” he shot back; “nobody asked for your opinion.”
The man just chuckled, starting the engine.
“So, you think she’ll see you?”
Venom leaned back and exhaled slowly.
“If she won’t, I’ll wait.”
The car grew quiet for a moment. Then the driver gave a low laugh.
“You’re serious about this.”
Venom nodded. “I have always been.”
This time, the driver said nothing more. He kept his eyes on the road.
Back at the venue, Venom was gone, leaving only Eric by Alice’s side.
Daniel stepped back a few paces, carefully positioning himself between Alice and Damon.
Damon might’ve been family, but as a professional assistant, it was Daniel’s job to make sure Mrs. Nolan stayed within Mr. Nolan’s orbit–and no one else’s.
Humbert, still buzzing with excitement, rushed onto the stage and snatched the microphone from the stunned host.
The host blinked.
Did I just get demoted to a mic stand ?
Humbert spoke with deliberate calm.
“Byron and I have worked together. I know what kind of man he is. That footage everyone saw earlier- there’s something off about it.”
He held up a USB drive. “I just got the real surveillance footage from Mr. Eric’s assistant. Let’s take a look.”
The big screen lit up.
A new video began to play–this time from the official camera angle.
Byron and Alice were clearly shown standing at a distance. Byron wore a faw….ig smile, practically groveling.
At first, Alice looked like she wanted nothing to do with it. Only after Byron begged and rambled did she finally, reluctantly, accept the invitation.
The truth hit like a slap.
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All those who had just accused Alice and Byron of inappropriate behavior suddenly found their shoes very interesting.
Apologies flooded the livestream chat.
Humbert’s voice rang out again, calm but firm. “Gossip can cut deeper than a knife. Let this be a lesson- don’t jump to conclusions. Thank you.”
He didn’t need to clear Alice’s name–his position was enough to silence anyone who tried to speak against her.
But the fact that he still came forward? That meant something.
Then his gaze turned cold. The air around him shifted–no longer warm and easy, but razor–sharp.
“That footage wasn’t aired by accident,” he said, eyes scanning the crowd. “If I find out who tried to hurt Ms. Spencer, I’ll make sure they regret it.”
Linda’shuddered at the threat.
Damon, standing beside her, assumed she was just intimidated by Humbert’s wrath.
He gently patted her back. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”
Linda returned from her daze and smiled at him. “I’m fine. It’s just … Mr. Day seems different than I remembered.”
Damon nodded and said gently, “He used to be ruthless when he was younger. Took out half his competition. But now? Age softens people.”
He didn’t say much, but the rare praise from him meant a lot.
Linda’s mind drifted. If Humbert in his youth was anything like Eric …
Oh, Eric.
Just thinking of his name made her heart ache.
If she hadn’t made that one wrong choice all those years ago, she would’ve been his wife.
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