Chapter 100
Emilia's husband had gone out of his way to protect the woman he kept on the side.
While Emilia bore the brunt of the blame, he did nothing to stop the waves of online criticism that crashed down on her.
Any time a video surfaced to clear her name,her husband was quick to use his influence to bury it deep.
He even went so far as to manufacture another celebrity scandal, all to keep attention off his lover.
But for all his efforts, someone was working hard to upset his plans.
Oliver put the pieces together quickly, his eyes falling to Emilia's photo on his phone. For a moment, the cold sharpness faded, and real concern shone through.
The news had passed him by until now. By the time he caught up, it was clear that someone had been pulling strings to steer the whole story.
Remembering the cruel things people had posted about her, a pang of guilt ran through him.
It stung to realize he had not noticed that his daughter's rescuer had become the internet's latest target.
When Jeffry returned with a cup of coffee, he spotted a storm brewing on Oliver's face-so unlike the man's usual calm and elegance.
Oh no! Who in their right mind would risk angering Mr.Edwards?
With shaking hands, he managed to serve the coffee and plaster on a nervous smile. "Here's your coffee,Mr.Edwards."
"Get the car. I'm going to the dance academy."Oliver pushed up from his chair, his stare as sharp as glass.
A chill crept up Jeffry's back. There was no way he would question that order.
"Right away, Mr. Edwards."
Oliver's cold stare lingered a moment longer, leaving Jeffry uneasy.
Did he miss something? Was there some task he had forgotten? No matter how hard he tried,Jeffry could not remember making a single mistake.
"Have you been keeping up with what's happening to Ms. Harris online?" Oliver adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his refined appearance belying a ruthless nature beneath the surface.
"I'm sorry, sir. I missed it completely." Jeffry bowed his head in apology.
"From now on, I expect every single update about her on my desk as soon as it happens,"Oliver insisted,his tone glacial.
"Understood," Jeffry replied, quickly wiping the nervous sweat from his hands.
For all his gentlemanly charm, Oliver never hesitated to use a heavy hand when he needed to.
Meanwhile, at the front of the dance academy,a gleaming Rolls-Royce Cullinan pulled up,instantly attracting a crowd of curious eyes. Phones came out quietly as onlookers tried to sneak a few shots, all hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious passenger behind those blacked-out windows.
Someone in the crowd murmured, "We see fancy cars all the time here, but a Rolls-Royce?That's something special."
Another voice chimed in, "Probably some spoiled heir showing off. Who else rolls up to dance class in that kind of car?"
"You never know. Maybe it's some sugar daddy waiting for his girl."
Everyone knew their academy was not just a sanctuary for talent. Money and influence opened doors just as easily as skill did.
It was not unusual to see students who owed their spot to wealthy sponsors, not just family fortunes.
Oliver's gaze locked onto Emilia as soon as she stepped into view.
"Bring Ms. Harris to me," he instructed calmly.
"Right away." Jeffry wasted no time, stepping out and weaving his way toward Emilia. All eyes watched him, and for a split second,the crowd wondered if he was the owner of the luxury car-until they realized he was just the driver. With that kind of money, no one expected the owner to sit behind the wheel.
A wave of curiosity followed Jeffry as he made his way through the crowd and intercepted Emilia.
"Ms. Harris, Mr. Edwards would like a word with you,"Jeffry said,his tone polite.
"Mr. Edwards?" Emilia echoed, her eyes darting to the sleek Rolls-Royce parked nearby. A hint of confusion flickered across her face.
What could have brought Oliver here today, of all days?