Chapter 853:
He was an internationally renowned cosmetic surgeon who had encountered countless kinds of beauty and all manner of flirtation. The thought that he could ever be trapped by such shallow tactics struck him as utterly ridiculous.
Marcus interjected, “How deep have you gone with your plan, Rylie?”
Rylie replied, “The press conference Mr. and Mrs. Perry held this morning was only visible to those aboard the ship. I merely wanted to find out whether Paola’s affection for Mylo is genuine, or if she’s simply using him as a means to climb higher.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow and asked, “So once we’re off the ship, the truth will come out?”
Rylie’s lips curved faintly. “Once we disembark, everything will be laid bare. If her affection for him is sincere, the Perrys will not stand in their way. For Clive’s sake, I would be willing to forgive her. But if her feelings are nothing but deceit, she will face the full weight of the Perrys’ retribution.”
After several grueling days at sea, everyone was drained and eager to return home for rest.
Paola stepped off the ship beside Mylo, only to be met with a scene that filled them both with deep humiliation.
Laurel was now under investigation, and Terrance’s company, Detour Inc., had been sanctioned by the Owen family, leaving the pair in complete disarray. They had far greater troubles than worrying about Paola.
When Paola and Mylo reached the port, she froze in disbelief upon realizing that his car was nowhere to be found.
Mylo’s temper flared, thinking it had been stolen, but the port’s security office quickly informed him that his family had repossessed every remaining asset, including the car he had driven last.
The city was still several miles away. Were they truly expected to walk all the way back?
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Paola’s cheeks burned with humiliation, especially when Evan’s sleek Maybach glided to a stop before them, its polished surface gleaming beneath the sun. A mix of envy and yearning rippled through her chest.
“Paola, need a lift?” Evan asked, his tone casual as he rolled down the window, his gaze deliberately bypassing Mylo’s furious glare.
Her eyes darted from the elegant car to Mylo, who stood empty-handed, his pride crumbling beneath his anger. In that instant, her resolve hardened.
She reached her decision in the blink of an eye.
“That’d be wonderful, thank you, Mr. Carrillo.” Forcing a polite smile, Paola cast a brief, apologetic glance at Mylo. “We’re too far from the city, Mylo. Let’s just take Mr. Carrillo’s car back.”
Evan’s gaze slid toward Mylo, his tone laced with mockery. “For Paola’s sake, I’ll give you a ride, you broke man.”
“Broke? And who are you calling that?!” Mylo snapped, unaccustomed to such humiliation, his anger flaring as he took a step toward the driver’s seat.
Paola’s patience finally fractured. She yanked his arm sharply and shouted, “Mylo, can you stop being ridiculous? Evan is the only one offering us a ride! Or would you rather walk all the way back?”
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