Chapter 8 Shameless

• Faced with my father’s arrangement, I naturally agreed, then returned to my room.
• The events of today had left me exhausted.
• In front of the mirror in the dressing room, I took off the coat draped over me, revealing the clothes torn by Kevin. The once beautiful dress had been ripped into a V-neck.
• Thinking of Kevin speaking up for Tiffany made my heart ache. The past felt like a dream. How could people change so quickly?
• But after careful thought, I understood everything.
• He had never changed. He had always been this way. He just thought I didn’t have the courage to leave him, so he grew more and more reckless in hurting me.
• Soon, it was the weekend. I put on the outfit prepared by Anna.
• It was an exquisitely crafted silk dress paired with a classic fringe shawl—making me look both gentle and intellectual. Although it wasn’t my usual style, I didn’t mind dressing like this occasionally.
• "Let’s go. I’ll accompany you."
• Father had been waiting downstairs for a long time. I smiled and linked arms with him, heading to the Sky Garden Restaurant.
• Even while sitting at the dining table, my mind was still on the company.
• Kevin was right—I had indeed poured my heart into it. Now that the company was on the brink of crisis, I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.
• Moreover, Kevin had drained the company’s resources. Solving the current mess was my top priority.
• "Isn’t this Vice President Miller? Oh no, now it’s President Miller. After all, that empty-shell company only has you in leadership now."
• Tiffany, linked arm-in-arm with Kevin, walked directly to our table. An unexpected encounter—even in this restaurant.
• Kris hadn’t arrived yet, and my father frowned at the sight of them.
• I knew he had investigated Kevin and knew exactly what kind of person he was.
• If it hadn’t been for my stubborn insistence on being with him at the time, someone like Kevin wouldn’t even have been qualified to be a security guard in our home.
• "Oh, who is this? Mrs. Miller, you can’t just... for the sake of attracting investment..."
• Tiffany hesitated, her eyes constantly scanning between me and my father. I wanted to slap her directly in the face—but Kevin pulled her away.
• "What did you say to her? We’re here for a date today."
• Although he said that, I clearly saw the suspicion in his eyes.
• People with guilty hearts see everything as dirty. How could I not know what this man was thinking?
• But I couldn’t help but wonder—when the truth is different from what he imagines, will his expression be more colorful than a palette?
• While watching them order at another table, my father’s face darkened. He looked at me with a tone both harsh and reproachful.
• "So this is the man you were willing to cut ties with your family for? What kind of taste do you have?"
• At this point, I already knew how wrong I was. I felt embarrassed.
• "Alright, Dad, stop it. The sea of bitterness has no bounds, but turning back is the shore. Haven’t I turned back now?"
• Just as my father was about to speak, a sudden phone call forced him to step away.
• But it had been a while—and this Kris still hadn’t shown up. Was he really so unreliable?
• My impression of him began to sour.
• As soon as my father left to take the call, Kevin came over with a condescending look—like he was peering down at me from above.
• "I never expected that after all these years together, you wouldn’t even let me touch you. Now, for the sake of that lousy company, you throw yourself at that old man? You really have no shame!"
• I rolled my eyes, too lazy to argue. I raised my hand to call the waiter—but Kevin suddenly grabbed me.
• His grip was strong and painful. I couldn’t help but let out a soft cry.
• "Let go of me! If you do this again, I’ll report you for harassment!"
• "You can report me! I want to see how a rotten woman like you—who relies on selling yourself for investments and intrudes on other people’s families—has the face to report me!"
• Hearing this, I glared at Kevin’s ugly face and slapped him hard with my other hand.
• Smack!
• The crisp sound of the slap drew everyone’s attention. Even Tiffany, who was watching, froze.
• She rushed over, concerned about Kevin.
• "Lynn! How dare you hit someone! I know Kevin hit a sore spot and made you lose face, but you can’t just resort to violence!"
• Kevin never knew the true relationship between my father and me. He probably thought I was some mistress. Tiffany’s sweet words were also deliberate. Saying these things in public—wasn’t she just trying to nail me to the pillar of shame?
• "I know you’re already great. Most people with your pig brain would’ve jumped off a building by now. Do you think all relationships are dirty just because yours are?"
• Tiffany was speechless and could only cling to Kevin’s arm awkwardly.
• "Kevin, look at her! I was speaking up for you, and she still says such things to me. I clearly didn’t mean any harm. Lynn, you can’t hit someone and then attack others with words!"
• I snorted.
• "So I ask—what did I do to make you think I’m a homewrecker like Miss Clark here? Wrecking other people’s relationships?"
• Tiffany’s face turned pale. She hadn’t expected me to say that out loud.
• I knew she had investigated me—but the information they had was limited. They thought I was powerless, so they stood tall.
• "That old man earlier clearly has a family. Lynn Miller, I know you're desperate to save your failing company, but you can't just seduce someone for that. What will his family think of you? I'm just looking out for you."