Carolyn arrived at the designated location and spotted her mother sitting with a man. She froze for a moment, wondering if she had walked into the wrong place. "Mom?" she called out softly. Monique looked up and took in Carolyn's appearance. Her anger flared instantly. Had a few days of janitorial work completely scrambled the girl's brain? "Carolyn, what are you wearing?" she snapped. The outfit was truly dreadful—Carolyn was still in her cleaning uniform. This restaurant wasn't cheap, and for a second, Monique wondered how Carolyn had even been allowed inside. "Mom, who is he?" Carolyn's eyes flickered toward Ernesto, a hint of disdain in her gaze. When Ernesto first saw Carolyn, he'd felt a flicker of anticipation. She was his daughter—his and Monique's child. All these years, Scott had been raising his kid. It was time she learned the truth, learned that he was her real father. This wasn't Ernesto's first time seeing Carolyn, but it was their first face-to-face meeting.He had imagined she might be curious about why he was there with Monique. He hadn't expected such a cold, dismissive question. Who is he? Who did she think he was? Hearing this, Monique shot Carolyn a sharp look and quickly gestured for her to sit. "This is Ernesto. You should call him..." She hesitated, realizing it wasn't yet time to reveal Ernesto's true identity. But before she could continue, Carolyn cut in coldly, "I know. Mr. Mason, one of the Lewis Group shareholders. Mom, we have important things to discuss. Why did you bring an outsider?" Outsider. The word sent a chill through Ernesto's eyes. Monique was so furious she slapped the table. "What nonsense are you spouting, you foolish girl? What do you mean, outsider? He is... is..." She paused, searching for the right words, then finished, "On our side." Carolyn stared blankly for a moment, her eyes fixed on Ernesto as she processed what "on our side" really meant.After a quick, cautious glance around to ensure no one suspicious was nearby, Carolyn finally sat down. She leaned in close to Monique and Ernesto, her voice dropping to an urgent whisper. "Mom, I've got real dirt on that slut Chloe this time! This will ruin her for good. Solid proof she's trading her body for favors!" As she spoke, she pulled out her phone and pulled up the video she had secretly recorded, holding it out for Monique and Ernesto to see. The footage clearly showed Chloe and Eugene locked in a passionate kiss in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The camera angle captured both their faces distinctly—the composition was clear, almost sharper than some television scenes. The moment she saw the video, anger flashed in Monique's eyes. That little tramp was doing well for herself! So she really was sleeping her way to the top. And the man was quite handsome. If she remembered correctly, this man was close with Landon. Landon was the head of Cosmos Group's Capaville branch. Though only a regional manager, he was still part of upper management. It wasn't surprising Chloe had met Eugene through him. The fifty-billion-dollar contract was signed, but it would only matter once the funds were actually wired.Right now, all they had was a signed agreement, approved by the shareholders. What happened next was still uncertain. Maybe even the billionaire's signature was forged. Even if it was real, perhaps Eugene and Landon had sweet-talked Eric into agreeing? It seemed that little witch Chloe had some serious tricks up her sleeve. This video was enough to show everyone how sordid Chloe's private life was—using her looks to attract who knew how many men. Could she have been with guys like Landon, or even Lawrence? The more Monique thought about it, the more convinced she became. That little slut Chloe... just wait. At the gala, she would make sure everyone saw how this bitch seduced men. When Ernesto saw the video, his expression darkened slightly. The man and woman in the clip, kissing so intimately... he had to admit, it was quite a sight. That little vixen Chloe really was something—even more striking than the young woman he was keeping. Her skin probably felt soft and dewy. He wondered what she'd be like to play with. When the time came to take them down, he found himself oddly fixated on Chloe. Scott had spent years raising her—he was curious to see what made her tick. At the end of the day, he craved the thrill of outwitting someone like her, didn't he?