Chapter 1746:


    He kept his faceposed, but softened his voice. “All right, then. I’ll pick you up after work. Love you.”


    “No need,” Sandra replied. “I’m dropping off Professor Lawson’s suit this afternoon, then going to a client’s home for measurements and style nning. I probably won’t be back untilte. You don’t have toe.”


    For two years, Jordy had pursued her with unfailing devotion, and she had slowly opened her heart to him—enough that she had even begun thinking about formally introducing him to her father. She exchanged a few warm words with him, then hung up and returned to her work.


    Jordy, meanwhile, set his phone face-down on the table. He reached into his jacket and produced a small velvet box, opening it just enough for the young woman across from him to see the pearl ne inside—studded with tiny diamonds that caught the light and shimmered.


    He rose, circled around behind her, and fastened it gently around her neck. “Z, do you like it?”


    The moment the sp clicked, his hand slipped beneath her elegant dress. Z rk didn’t pull away—if anything, she leaned into it.


    “It’s gorgeous! I love it!” she eximed.


    Jordy leaned in and kissed her. A woman seated nearby quietly raised her phone, recorded the moment, noted the restaurant’s location, and sent the video directly to Sandra.


    Z was a senior at Shirie University. Jordy had been seeing her for over a year, their affair carefully concealed, and Sandra had never suspected a thing.


    Beneath his attentive behavior toward Sandra, Jordy nursed a quiet, simmering resentment. They had been together for more than two years, and she had never let the rtionship progress past holding hands. Behind her back, he oftenined that she was cold, too proud for her own good. He sometimes wondered what he was doing bending over backward for an illegitimate daughter—the thought made even him feel foolish.


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    He had first crossed paths with Z at a bar, one evening out with a client. She was working there part-time as a singer. After he left her a tip, she came over to thank him, and that was where it had begun. Z came from a humble background, but she was lovely and warm—exactly the type Jordy was drawn to.


    When Sandra opened the forwarded video, her blood ran hot in an instant. She grabbed her phone, pushed back from her desk, and strode out of the studio. “Start the car,” she told her bodyguard, not breaking her stride. “We’re going to Star Restaurant. Now.”


    Star Restaurant sat just around the corner—small, polished, and surprisingly pricey for a space that barely stretched past a hundred square meters.


    The drive took only three minutes, but in those three minutes, Sandra’s thoughts spun without pause.


    Anger crackled under her skin, hot and electric. Jordy had been with her for a long time,vishing her with affection—flowers, gifts, words calibrated to sound sincere—while all along seeing another girl behind her back. The video left no room for doubt. She had watched his hand move to the other girl’s chest. That kind of intimacy didn’t appear overnight. It took months—six, at minimum.


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