Rebirth: Love me Again

Chapter 173 Grace Under Fire

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[EVE]

Sullivan crossed his arms, his tone sharp as he glared at me. "Are you here because of my father? Does he know you're here? Is this your plot to get him to like you? By wanting to strike a deal with QuantumLyfe?"

I raised an eyebrow, but before I could respond, he continued, his voice low and accusatory. "I'm warning you now, Eve—stop manipulating my father and stay the hell away from our family."

"I have no idea what Mr. Sinclair was thinking when he adopted a woman of unknown origins into your family," one of the men sneered, loud enough for everyone in the lobby to hear.

Another man chuckled darkly. "What else could it be? She's probably his mistress."

My anger flared, hot and sharp. I didn't care what insults they threw at me—people had been whispering behind my back for years—but dragging Sinclair's name through the mud was a line I couldn't let them cross.

I forced a calm smile, keeping my emotions in check. Losing my composure here would only hand them the victory.

"I am Sinclair's adopted daughter and nothing else," I said, meeting their condescending gazes head-on. "You should know your father isn't some lecherous man, Sullivan. Over the years, he has remained loyal to your mother. Not once has he been seen with another woman, and you know that."

Sullivan's lips twisted into a mocking smirk. "Oh, really? I don't know my father anymore. First, he let you squanders our money. Then, he adopts you. And what's next? Making you his

whore

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The word hung in the air like a slap, the men around him laughing cruelly.

The receptionist didn't so much as blink at their protests. "It was Mr. Blair's specific request to see Miss Rosette."

The room fell silent, the men's confusion and anger palpable. Sullivan's face contorted in fury, his lips pressing into a thin line.

I smiled sweetly at them, lifting my hand in a small, mocking wave. "

Toodles~

."

Without another glance, I strutted toward the elevator as if it were my personal runway. As the doors closed, I caught a glimpse of Sullivan's livid, confused expression.

Of course, he was fuming. He couldn't fathom why Michael Blair would choose to meet with me first. But then, how could he know? After all, I secretly

own

the company.

Inside Michael's office, I found him hunched over a mountain of papers, his hair disheveled and his glasses slightly askew. The faint glow of a desk lamp highlighted the deep furrow in his brow as he scribbled furiously, barely noticing my entrance.

When he finally looked up and saw me, a sigh of relief escaped his lips. "You finally decided to show up," he said, his tone laced with mild exasperation. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten this is your company now."

I crossed the room and sank into the chair opposite him, crossing my legs with practiced ease. "How could I forget? Most of my money is tied up here," I replied with a smirk, feigning nonchalance.

Michael didn't buy it. "Then do something about it," he said, gesturing to the towering pile of documents. "You're here now. These papers are your responsibility."

My face immediately fell. "Seriously? I just got here! I barely survived a kidnapping attempt, just finished cramming for my exams, and now you expect me to deal with this mountain of paperwork?"

He shrugged, already rising from his chair and moving with purpose. "That's the job,

boss

," he said, emphasizing the last word with a teasing grin. "I've got a lab to get back to."