FYN Chapter 351
Chapter 351
Lovi’s jaw clenched with determination as he opened Cora’s email contact in his phone and attached the compromising video file to a new message. But before hitting the send button, he paused and began typing out a message that would accompany the damning footage, his fingers moving quickly across the touchscreen keyboard.The message read: "I really need to have a serious conversation with you as soon as possible, and this is not negotiable. I’ll be sending you the exact address of where I want this conversation to be held shortly after you receive this email. Make absolutely sure that you come alone to this meeting, because what we need to discuss is going to be extremely personal and private between just the two of us - nobody else can be involved or even know about it."
Lovi paused, reading over his words to make sure they conveyed the right mixture of threat and urgency. Satisfied, he continued typing.
"I want you to understand that I never wanted to do something like this to you, Cora. I truly didn’t. But you pushed me to this extreme with your behavior and your choices, so now you’re going to have to deal with the consequences of your actions. I’m giving you just twenty-four hours from the moment you read this message to literally respond to me and come to meet me at the location I specify, and you better come accordingly and on time, or else this video goes public for the entire world to see."
At that moment, that was when Lovi, feeling completely satisfied with himself and the trap he had just set, finally hit the send button with a decisive tap of his finger. The email disappeared from his outbox with a soft whooshing sound, and immediately a sense of dark satisfaction washed over him as he nodded to himself with this smug expression spreading across his face.
"Well, without even being told, I already know that Cora is definitely going to come running the moment she sees what I just sent her," he muttered to himself confidently, leaning back against the car seat with the air of someone who believed they had just played the most brilliant chess move of their entire life.
"At least this is my golden opportunity to finally get exactly what I want before it completely slips away from me forever."
His eyes hardened with resolve as he continued his private monologue.
"I will never allow such a good opportunity like this to just slip away from my grasp without doing something about it. Not after everything I’ve been through, not after all the time I’ve spent waiting and watching and hoping. I will absolutely never allow something this valuable to just disappear like that without a fight."
So immediately, almost like a man possessed by restless energy and nervous anticipation, Lovi started drumming his fingers rhythmically against the surface of his phone, tapping out an unconscious beat as he counted down the minutes and hours, waiting with barely contained excitement for Cora to open her email and respond to his carefully crafted threat. Every few seconds his eyes would dart back to his phone screen, checking obsessively to see whether the message had been read yet, whether those little notification dots would change to indicate that Cora had opened his email and was now sitting somewhere in complete shock and panic.
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Meanwhile, inside Oliver’s sleek luxury car that was gliding smoothly through the city streets, Cora was still watching Oliver with this expression of quiet admiration and growing curiosity on her face. She had been observing him carefully ever since they left the restaurant, marveling at how incredibly bold and self-assured he carried himself even after everything that had just transpired with Penelope back there.
He wasn’t even slightly rattled or disturbed by any of it. Even though Cora had literally spelled out in detail exactly what Penelope was capable of doing - the media connections, the business sabotage, the public humiliation campaigns - Oliver hadn’t even flinched. His confidence hadn’t deteriorated by even a single fraction. He sat there behind the wheel looking completely unbothered, like a man who had faced far bigger challenges than Penelope’s petty threats and had come out victorious every single time.
Cora was about to open her mouth to say something to Oliver, something about how she was genuinely beginning to feel a lot better about the whole bet situation, when all of a sudden her phone vibrated in her handbag and made that distinctive sound that indicated a new email notification had just arrived in her inbox.
She paused, her hand freezing midway through reaching for her glass of water that she had brought from the restaurant.
Cora knew very well that she didn’t receive messages through her personal email on a regular basis - her email address was something she kept extremely private and professional, reserved only for the most important communications that required her direct and personal attention.
So whenever her email did sound with a new notification, it had to be something genuinely significant and worth paying attention to immediately.
So without hesitating, she decided to quickly check her email first before saying whatever it was she had been about to tell Oliver. She reached into her handbag and pulled out her phone, unlocking the screen with her fingerprint and navigating to her email application with practiced ease.
That was when she saw it.
The name sitting in her inbox made her stop completely and stare at the screen with wide eyes - it was Lovi’s name attached to the email address, bold and unmistakable against the white background of her inbox. The sight of it made her genuinely curious and deeply surprised at the same time, because for the life of her, she could not remember ever giving Lovi her personal email address.
Their Job had ended, and whatever communication still existed between them went strictly through professional channels. Even if Lovi had something urgent he desperately needed to say to her or discuss with her, she had clearly established boundaries. He should have contacted her secretary through the proper channels like any other person would have done - why on earth was Lovi sending her a direct email to her personal account? How had he even gotten this address in the first place?