?Chapter 47:


    Jazlyn arrived at the charity g in a frenzy, practically speeding the whole way. The moment she stepped through the entrance, Haley—who had been anxiously watching the door—spotted her and rushed over, heels clicking. “Jazlyn!” she called sweetly, her voice almost musical.


    Jazlyn turned and smiled, letting Haley sp her hand. She gave it a light, approving pat. “You look absolutely gorgeous, sweetheart. That dress is stunning on you. Did Marc pick it?”


    Haley blushed, eyes dropping for a second. “He did. Said the color suited me. But if you think I look good, then I know I nailed it.”


    So far, Jazlyn was pleased. Haley, no matter how calcting in private, always made sure to show her proper respect in public.


    But Jazlyn was here for more thanpliments. “Alright, darling, why did you call me over? Something you need?”


    She eyed Haley closely, trying to figure out if this was the big moment—if Haley was finally nning to release those scandalous photos of Ste. And more importantly—why had the men gone off the radar? No texts, no calls, no photos. Had Haley gotten to them first?


    Jazlyn wanted to ask but bit her tongue. This wasn’t the ce.


    Haley, meanwhile, watched Jazlyn’s calm demeanor with growing relief. She figured that Jazlyn didn’t dare to post those photos after all. Still, she couldn’t say that out loud. Instead, she leaned in and spoke in a soft, suggestive tone. “You know, tonight’s a big deal. My mother’s arriving soon to sign a direct partnership with Marc. But… with my current status, things areplicated…”


    As if that exined it all, she pulled out a folded document from her clutch and handed it to Jazlyn.


    “This,” she said with a triumphant gleam, “is what Ste signed yesterday. Voluntarily. She was so scared, she didn’t even argue. With this contract, the patent issue’s resolved—and she’s got nothing left to bargain with.”


    Her implication was clear—Ste had no more cards to y. Haley wanted Jazlyn to stop being hesitant and release the indecent photos already. Once Ste’s name was ruined and Marc had no choice but to file for divorce, she’d finally be in the clear.


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    Able to stand openly by his side. That way, her mother could confidently sign the partnership deal with Walsh Group.


    Jazlyn’s eyes darted around. She picked up on the unspoken message, but her interpretation leaned a little different. So Haley got to the photos first—now she wanted Jazlyn to be the one to light the fire.


    Words had already reached Jazlyn’s ears—Haley’s mother, a major Walsh client, would be attending tonight’s event.


    That settled it for Jazlyn. She believed she now fully understood Haley’s agenda.


    She gave Haley’s hand a light pat, smiling with feigned warmth. “Don’t worry, dear. I get it.”


    Her eyes hardened with resolve. Haley wanted drama? Fine. It was just a matter of timing. And when those photos dropped—she would make sure it was unforgettable. She would handle it.


    The two women exchanged a meaningful nce and headed into the banquet hall side by side.


    Marc, deep in conversation with an executive, caught sight of Jazlyn entering. His jaw clenched. What the hell is she doing here?


    He barely heard the man talking to him. Without hesitation, he cut the conversation short.


    “Excuse me,” he said stiffly and walked away.


    He stormed over to Jazlyn.


    “Mom, what are you doing here?” His voice was low but sharp.


    Jazlyn saw the irritation brewing in his eyes—but she was ready.


    Grabbing Haley’s wrist, she raised her voice—loud enough for the whole hall to hear.


    “Why shouldn’t I be here? Huh, Marc?” she snapped. “Let me tell you something—Ste’s not worthy of you! She’s been messing around with other men behind your back! Shameless woman! You need to divorce her right now, before she drags the Walsh name through the mud!”


    The hall fell into stunned silence. Gasps, wide eyes, and then the whispers began.


    Haley blinked in surprise. She’d expected Jazlyn to start with the photo leak—not an all-out verbal assault. Still, she couldn’t deny it—that was bold.


    Jazlyn waited for Haley to follow through with the pictures. In that instant, Marc’s face darkened.


    His voice boomed, sharp and cutting. “Mom, that’s enough! What nonsense are you saying?”


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