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Ivo climbed the ranks of the wealthy elite that day, granting an interview to the network.
When the host inquired about the secret to his success,
Ivo stared directly into the camera, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips.
"I owe my gratitude to that shameless individual who trampled me when I was at my lowest, shaping me into the man I am today."
The host's jaw dropped in surprise: "How could that person be so blind? Such individuals deserve divine retribution..."
But Ivo absent-mindedly toyed with his engagement ring.
"It doesn't matter. She's blind now, I'm sure she's regretting it for the rest of her life."
He seemed to be addressing me through the camera, his teeth clenched in anger.
"Isn't that right, Scarlett?"
As the words fell, my hand trembled, and tears streamed down my face.
What he didn't know was that his clear eyes now had belonged to me.

The Whisper of Misplaced Love

His face showed utter disbelief, which was repulsive.


I wanted to say more, but at that moment, a pair of long, slender legs appeared.


They delivered a vicious kick straight to Ivo's abdomen.


The kick must have been powerful, otherwise Ivo wouldn't have flown back a meter.


I looked up and said, "Eliot, why are you back?"


Eliot grinned and responded to me with a smile.


Meanwhile, Ivo struggled to his feet, stumbling several times before finally managing to stand steady.


"I've tolerated you for a long time. Who are you? Let go of Scarlett, she doesn't want this! What you're doing is kidnapping. I can call the cops on you!"


At this point, Eliot instinctively shielded me behind him.


I couldn't help but recall that time in middle school when I, rebellious and unruly, was cornered by thugs in an alley, and Eliot, just like now, shielded me from everything.


Chapter 8