Before she could make the call, however, Harry called.
Alia promptly answered it and put him on speaker. "Hey, Harry."
"We've removed the headlines and I'm contacting the other media companies. The news is spreading terribly, and my dad's furious about it. The company is holding a board meeting and they want to remove me as the president."
"Huh? Why? Why are they removing you from your positio——"
"Listen to me, " Harry interrupted. Tamping down his agitation, he continued, "No one is benefitting from this. If the Staytons go down, the Whytes won't be living the high life, either. I'm trying my best to clean up this mess right now, so please stop making things worse for me. Talk to your dear daughter and stop exposing Carla's private matters. While she's trying to hurt Carla, she's also hurting me."
"I know. I understand. Harry, listen to my explanation."
"Let's stop now. I'm begging you. I won't mention divorce for now, so please stop making things worse than they already are. Don't create more trouble for Carla, either. Just…stop."
At that, Harry ended the call.
With a deep frown, Alia raised her head to glare daggers at Carla. "It's all your fault, b_tch!"
Carla did not even know what to say to that.
"You heard him." Alia tugged Carla closer and snarled, "The Staytons are already doing their best to remove the news. Hurry up and register with him right now to put an end to this matter.
Otherwise, we'll still tell the world about those three b_stards. The Staytons had to deal with this because Harry was involved. However, those little b_stards aren't Harry's, so…"
"I understand."
Carla knew well that if she did not do as told, Alia and Lola would definitely go public with her children. No matter how Harry warned them, they would try their very best to be rid of her in the midst of this mess.
After all, this was their best opportunity.
"Hurry up and get back inside!"
Alia shoved Carla back into the building.
Meanwhile, Dromion was still waiting at the same spot. When he saw Carla returning, a smile grew on his face.
Obediently, Carla sat on the chair and handed the staff her documents again.
"Have you thought it through?" the middle-aged staff member asked.
"Yes, " Carla mumbled as she nodded.
Without saying anything else, the staff began the registration process.
It was a simple one. All the two needed to do was to take a photo and sign the papers.
Just as the staff was about to stamp the papers, a group of men in black suddenly barged into the building and blocked the exits.
A towering figure walked in from the outside. As the sun shone on his back, his shadow loomed, giving him an aloof and domineering presence.
"Wow, he's handsome!"
When the registration staff saw the handsome man entering the building, she stared at him in admiration of his beauty. Her hand holding the stamp continued to hover over the papers——she had clearly forgotten about Dromion and Carla.
"Why is he here?" Alia flew into a panic. However, she was quick to come to her senses as she hastily urged the staff, "Hurry up and stamp it!"
A card flew toward them, stirring a few strands of Carla's hair into motion as it swished past her and then cutting across the back of Alia's hand, making it bleed.
The card landed on the table right in front of the staff, planting itself between her stamp and the marriage document. As a result, the stamp was made on the card instead.
All this while, Carla had been hanging her head in despair; she did not even know someone had arrived behind her.
Alia shrieked and retracted her hand as the staff jumped to her feet in shock. The stamp fell onto the table and rolled into Carla's hands. It was only then that she came back to her senses and turned to look behind her instinctively.
At the sight of him, she stiffened.Why is he here?
A large hand firmly descended on Carla's shoulders as a pair of cold eyes stared at Alia. A deep voice sent chills running down everyone's spine as he spoke, "You're a daring one to lay your hands on my woman so many times. Seems like you really have a death wish."
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