Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph
Chapter 78 You're Jealous

I withdrew my hand that was about to knock on the door and walked over to the window, peeking through the blinds. What I saw made my heart race.

Inside the office, Ethan was sitting at his desk, and a woman had her arms around his neck.

Even though I could only see the back of the woman, I recognized her immediately. It was Lacey.

Ethan's face was obscured by Lacey's head, and from my angle, it looked like they were kissing intimately.

My heart sank. I walked to the door and turned the handle to open it. I knew Ethan didn't have the habit of locking his door.

They both looked at me simultaneously. Ethan seemed surprised to see me, momentarily stunned. Lacey only paused for a moment, her hands still on his shirt, tying his tie.

I realized and walked in slowly, trying to appear calm. In this scenario, staying calm was key; losing my cool meant losing my edge. But at this moment, I couldn't even muster a fake smile.

Ethan cleared his throat and stood up from the desk. "Lacey is now the Marketing Director at Skyline International Corporation."

Lacey stepped back a few paces, elegantly admiring the tie on Ethan, then looked at me and added, "I got the job through a rigorous selection process."

She was dressed in a neat business suit, her hair in a high ponytail, exuding a sense of competence and confidence. It was said confident women were the most beautiful, and Lacey exemplified this perfectly. "Does the tie look good?" she asked, as if completely unaware of my displeasure.

I stared at her and said flatly, "Ms. Thomas, it's not appropriate to bribe Ethan as soon as you arrive. Don't corrupt the culture at Skyline International Corporation." "Bribe?" Lacey seemed to find the word amusing.

She glanced at Ethan, then back at me, and said bluntly, "No, it's not a bribe. It's admiration, it's pursuit. A man as outstanding as Ethan is irresistible, isn't he?"

I was completely taken aback by her audacity. "He's married," I said.

Lacey intertwined her fingers naturally, shrugged, and smiled faintly. "That's no secret."

She knew and still pursued Ethan. It meant she didn't see me as a worthy opponent at all.

"Lacey, you can go now," Ethan's voice broke in.

Lacey's expression softened noticeably when she looked at Ethan, but she didn't lose her pride. "Alright."

She walked out with her head held high, not sparing me another glance. But I kept my eyes on her back.

Facing such a confident woman, my insecurities surfaced without a doubt. I wondered if one day, I could live with the same pride as she did.

As the sound of high heels faded and the office door closed again. I turned my gaze back to find Ethan lounging on the sofa, smoking, smirking at me through the smoke. "Come here," he said.

I took a deep breath and walked towards him step by step.

After sitting down next to him, I reached out and tugged at his tie, examining it for a moment, and gave an honest assessment. "Not bad, she has good taste."

Ethan was slightly taken aback. I was sure my reaction was unexpected for him.

I scooted closer, my fingers slowly climbing up the tie, and gently pushed him down onto the sofa.

Ethan was momentarily surprised, then a mischievous smile appeared. "Feeling bold today, honey?"

When I reached the knot of the tie, I sneered and suddenly pulled hard with both hands.

Ethan's cigarette fell to the floor, and he clutched his neck, coughing, struggling to speak, "Honey, are you trying to kill me?"

Looking down at him from above felt incredibly satisfying. I had no intention of letting go. "Ethan, do you know what it means when a woman gives a man a tie?" "What... does it mean?" Ethan's handsome face was turning red.

I leaned in close, staring at him, and tugged the tie again, slowly saying, "It means she wants to leash you like a dog."

"Let go," Ethan managed to say.

Seeing him genuinely uncomfortable, I couldn't help but feel a bit soft-hearted. I tossed the tie onto his face and got off him, sitting to the side in frustration. Ethan took deep breaths, and after a while, he finally got up. "Emily, you're jealous," he said, seemingly amused.

"Impossible" was on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it back. Then I suddenly turned to him again, reaching for his tie once more.

Ethan instinctively recoiled, but I still managed to grab the end of the tie and pulled him closer. Then I loosened the tie that I had just vented my frustration on and carefully retied it for him.

After finishing, I looked at my work and forced a nonchalant smile. "I've decided, if my career ever takes off, I'll hire good-looking male doctors. After all, opposites attract, and most of the clients in beauty clinics are women. It would be quite enjoyable to have them give me a massage now and then."

Ethan might have really been uncomfortable from the choking earlier, as he was still coughing occasionally. He didn't react much to my words, just pulled me closer with one arm. "Come here, let me give you a massage. Tell me where you need it."

I looked at him for a few seconds, feeling upset, and was about to push away the arm that was holding me. He turned and pinned me down on the sofa, clearly intending to behave in a lewd manner.

I pushed against him with both hands, annoyed. "Ethan, don't you have any shame?"

Ethan gave a mischievous smile. "In front of you, I can afford to have none."

"If I hadn't come in and interrupted you, were you planning to give Lacey a massage?"

Ethan's smile grew wider. "Honey, so this is what you look like when you're jealous."

"Don't dodge the question," I said seriously.

He finally started to sober up, looking at me earnestly. "There's nothing between us. I never forget that I'm a married man. Honey, you should trust me."

"Didn't you hear what she said? She's pursuing you. She's in your company. If she tries to seduce you a few times every day, how could you not feel anything for such a beautiful woman?"

At this critical moment, my phone suddenly rang. I took the opportunity to push Ethan away and saw that it was Bella calling, so I quickly answered.

"Emmy, come with me to watch a good show. I need your help. Hurry over." Bella sounded urgent on the other end, so I didn't delay and headed to the address she gave me.

I found Bella's car outside a jewelry store and got in.

"You got here fast," Bella said.

"I was at Skyline International Corporation, so it wasn't far." After I spoke, I noticed Bella's eyes were fixed on the entrance of the jewelry store. I followed her gaze and curiously asked, "What are you looking at?" Bella said, "Half an hour ago, I saw Andrea go in with Walter. Today, I must get evidence of her affair."

So that was how it was.

"Is your phone charged?" she suddenly asked me.

I took out my phone and checked. "It's fully charged."

Bella said, "I'll drive later, and you take the photos."

"Okay." It was my first time doing such things, and I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. With my psychological makeup, I wasn't cut out to be a detective.

After a while, Bella suddenly said, "Get ready."

I quickly raised my phone, aiming at the two people coming out of the jewelry store.

Andrea, dressed seductively, pulled down her oversized sunglasses as she walked out, linking arms with Walter and smiling sweetly.

I took several photos in quick succession until they got into their car. Bella immediately started the car and followed them.

"Did you get the shots?" Bella asked, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

I nodded. "I took quite a few photos. Some might be unclear, but we can sort through them later."

Bella followed them for a while and sensed something was off. "Andrea wouldn't dare take Walter to my dad's house, would she? That would be too brazen."

Unexpectedly, the car ahead did enter Leonard's neighborhood.

Bella followed at a distance and parked far enough away to observe where they stopped. But after parking, they didn't get out of the car. Bella suddenly tapped my shoulder. "Get out."

I gripped my phone tightly and got out of the car.

We crouched and snuck around a row of cars to the back of their vehicle. Faint sounds came from inside the car laughter, talking, and moaning.

We squatted behind the car, and Bella mouthed two words to me. I could tell Bella was saying "record it."

I switched my phone to the recording function and held it close to the car door.

Walter asked, "Andrea, when can we be together openly? I'm tired of sneaking around."

Andrea replied, "What's the rush? Leonard is our cash cow."

Bella clenched her fists, almost losing control. I held onto her, signaling her to stay calm.

She took my phone, snapped a picture of the license plate, and sent the plate number, photos, recording, and our current location all at once. Bella gently nudged me, signaling us to hide.

In less than five minutes, footsteps echoed in the underground garage. If I guessed correctly, it should be Leonard.

Leonard lived upstairs; I believed he, as a man, couldn't stay calm after seeing that information. But I was wrong.