Chapter 382:

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With steely conviction, Matthew reassured them, «Don’t worry, I’ve got this under control. However, I’ll need your cooperation to stabilize the situation. If anything changes, inform Fernando immediately.»

His words alleviated their concerns.

Just then, a knock on the door signaled the waiter’s entrance. He served the dishes and poured a glass of red wine for everyone.

The project manager raised his glass, offering a toast to Matthew, who politely sipped the wine in response.

Stella didn’t leave the ward until Clint had fallen asleep. The moment she stepped into the elevator, her phone buzzed.

Expecting a message from Matthew, she eagerly retrieved her phone, only to find a friend request on Twitter.

Though Stella was certain she didn’t know this individual, she accepted the request to avoid missing any important news.

No sooner had she done so than a barrage of photos arrived.

Clicking them open, her eyes widened in disbelief. The man in the photographs was Matthew, missing for an entire day.

He was closely leaning against a slender woman. In the captured moment, they appeared to be kissing.

When Stella first laid eyes on the photos, a chill rippled through her, leaving her trembling in disbelief.

She bit her lip, struggling with a potent blend of anger and heartache. But she still didn’t want to believe that what she saw was true.

Desperately, she clicked through each picture, trying to find any hint that they might be fabricated.

But with every new image, her hopes were dashed. The couple in the photos seemed so intimate, so genuinely connected, that there was no room for doubt.

The final blow was a selfie: a woman nestled snugly in Matthew’s arms, his shirt buttons undone.

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Stella’s hand shook violently, her emotions oscillating between fury and grief.

It was almost impossible to accept. Matthew had professed his love for her publicly just yesterday, and now he was caught in such a compromising situation with another woman.

Every photo was revealing the truth to her.

Did Matthew never refuse any women who threw themselves at him? Was Matthew still the CEO of Prosperity Group, dedicated to his work?

With her breathing unsteady, Stella realized that she couldn’t trust these images blindly.

She needed to hear the truth from Matthew himself. Summoning all her strength, she dialed his number. Yet, his phone remained off.

Her determination remained unyielding. She called him repeatedly, hoping for a response, but the results were invariably the same.

Stella resorted to soothing herself, reasoning that the trending topic from the previous day, announcing their marriage, must have ignited a storm of speculation. Perhaps these images were part of a twisted prank.

Seeking validation, Stella returned to Twitter, planning to address the sender of the images.

Unfortunately, her attempts were thwarted. She had been blocked.

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