At the lavish Jackson estate, Serena sat in the grand living room, radiating arrogance. In her hand, a glass of champagne twirled slowly, and her face glowed with the delight of a child who had just received their favorite candy.

A burst of laughter escaped her lips as the video she had sent to Hunter replayed in her mind.

“Look at you now, Evalina,” she murmured smugly. “It’s only a matter of time before Hunter tosses you away like garbage.”

Her phone buzzed. A message appeared from one of her informants inside the company:

“Hunter and Evalina had a huge fight this morning in his office. The entire floor could...