"Alright, I see. Play with Mommy for now, and Daddy will handle this matter," Michael said calmly into the line.
Hanging up the phone, he lit another cigarette and took a slow, deep drag, his expression unreadable behind the haze of the smoke.
Evelyn was planning to marry Alexander Rois? How could he possibly allow that?
He hadn't allowed it in the past, he didn't allow it now, and he would never allow it in the future.
Without hesitation, Michael dialed Alexander's private number, telling him directly that he possessed dirt capable of completely ruining Evelyn's reputation if they proceeded.
Alexander's voice bristled with anger on the other end. "Michael Thorn! You're the Chairman of the thorn Group; how can you resort to such despicable tactics?!"
Michael let out a disdainful smirk. To get that woman back, a tactic like this was nothing. "If you don't care about her reputation and go ahead with the wedding, I'll destroy her."
