Laila will not personally intervene, but she has a husband named Lawson Harrison.
The confusion in his mind cleared, and it was like a light bulb went off in her head—suddenly, everything clicked into place. Averi quickly recalled Lawson's mother's name, Aryanna. The two had a chance encounter at Laila's wedding.
With direction, Jordan quickly discovered that Tobias was Lawson's uncle.
Tobias is a high school physics teacher who has never traded stocks in his entire life, so there is no such thing as short selling.
The situation has become clear, and Averi's emotions are mixed, with surprise but more disappointment.
She was surprised that Laila made a name for herself. The image of this Laila in her mind is very vague, and it can even be said that she has no presence.
Laila is the most standard socialite from a wealthy family. She majored in comparative literature in college and graduated with good grades. She likes famous brands and spends money recklessly. After graduation, she directly joined J Corporation's advertising company and performed normally. Compared to work, she is more enthusiastic about various social activities.
Lawson, on the other hand, is a senior at Laila University and can be considered a semi son-in-law. Although his family background is average, his appearance, education, and abilities are outstanding. Therefore, Cristopher is also satisfied and has entrusted him with the management of two electronic companies.
Lawson is well aware of his situation, works diligently, and has no hostility towards Averi on a daily basis.
These two people, behind the scenes, make such a big move, it's really impossible to judge by appearance.
To Averi's disappointment, it is likely that this matter has nothing to do with Johnathan, otherwise he would not have proposed to check his phone, and Laila would not have refused in person.
When it was time to change the dressing, Dallas pushed open the door and found Averi on the phone.
Averi also saw him, paused briefly, and then looked at him and said to Jordan, "Jordan, find a way to get Johnathan's phone tonight and call Lawson until he answers. Don't say anything, wait for him to hang up on his own, and then delete this call record."
Jordan was surprised and lowered his voice, saying, "Averi, do you want to? But still... if he sticks to denying it, a phone record alone won't prove anything."
Averi said lightly, "There's no need to prove anything, just make people suspicious."
Cristopher already has doubts, she just needs to add another stick of firewood to make the fire burn brighter. Whether the evidence proves or not is not important. The Forbes family is Cristopher's one-man court, without a jury.
She never saw Laila in her eyes, what's the point of bringing her down.
"Okay, do you want to send another message? Leave textual evidence."
"No need, it's easy to overlook flaws if you go into detail."
Ending the call, Averi stared silently at Dallas without any intention of dodging.
Dallas also looked at her for a long time, then closed the door and asked, "Do you want to use this as an excuse."
Averi said casually, "Yes."
After another silence, he said, "Averi, the wrong approach will never lead to the right outcome."
This is the second time he has called her name seriously, and his voice is deeper than the time he jumped off the car.
Averi was amused and raised her eyebrows to look at him, "Dallas, are you giving me a lecture now? Spare me, thanks."
She had a smile on her face, but her tone was very cold, with piercing sharpness shooting from the corners of her eyes.
Dallas knew he shouldn't have said it. He already knew who she was, but he still spoke up, "Why are you angry?"
Averi's smile grew even stronger: "Which eye did you see me angry with?"
She concealed her aggressiveness beneath her smile, as if they were meeting for the first time.
Dallas took a step forward and forced her to look at herself: "Averi, have you ever thought about why you enjoy watching people struggle so much?"
His words were like needles, piercing through the most unbearable abscess in her heart, oozing pus and blood, burning and stinging her nerves.
The angrier I got, the brighter Averi's smile became: "Dallas, I didn't realize you were still a psychologist. Are you taking yourself too seriously? We've only slept a few times, nothing else. I don't care about anything other than the one below you, and you don't have to worry about whether my methods are correct or not."
She is sharp tongued and speaks at a dead end, with a desire for destruction surging in her heart.
Seeing the pain flickering in the man's eyes, Averi felt extremely relieved.
Get lost quickly.
Averi turned his back, packed his things, and waited for him to slam the door and leave.
The air was so quiet and frozen that she didn't wait for the sound of the door slamming, but instead for his embrace.
Averi froze, then struggled hard, suppressing and scolding, "Let go of me!"
She had never been this furious before. It felt like all the blood in her body was rushing to her head, her veins throbbing with intensity.
"Who does he think he is?! Using the classic 'hit them and then offer a sweet' tactic on her."
Dallas hugged her tightly until she was exhausted and couldn't struggle anymore, then he spoke out, "Averi, these methods are like taking drugs. Once you take that step, you can't turn back." He paused for a moment and said, "I don't want you to go that far."
Averi's throat burned, but she chose to smirk instead. "You're not going to lecture me about fighting monsters and becoming one yourself, are you? Dallas, how do you know I'm not already that monster?"
Dallas: "If you were, Fiona wouldn't still be alive."
Averi was stunned, and his arms that resisted his chest relaxed.
So he already knew.
Averi pursed and released her lips, and after a while, she shook him off and whispered, "The house game is over, I'm going back."
