CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

On the day of the art exhibit, as soon as the host made the announcement, fans rushed into the gallery. "What's going on? There's not a single painting here! What kind of exhibit is this? We want a refund!" "Refund! Refund immediately!"

The demands grew louder, and soon everyone was calling for their money back.

The host was stunned, and so was Yvonne.

She had spent countless sleepless nights painting, producing a total of 99 pieces. The 100th painting had been damaged, preventing her from completing the collection. But now, none of her paintings were at the exhibit. It did not make sense.

The investors arrived after hearing the commotion. Seeing the crowd gathered at the entrance, one of them went inside to investigate, convinced there must be a misunderstanding. But after walking through the exhibit, he confirmed that there wasn't a single painting on display.

Angry, the investor snapped, "I don't care what happened, but this is the height of unprofessionalism. You can expect a lawsuit to cover my losses."

Turning to the crowd, he added, "If you want your money back, go to Miss Yvonne. I've been deceived just like you. I'm a victim too."

"No, no, I didn't deceive anyone!" Yvonne protested. "Their people took my paintings! I don't know why they're not here."

She pulled out a receipt, showing every painting's details-who collected it, the time, and the location.

The investor frowned and scoffed, "This is ridiculous. Who is this Liu Jun? He's not one of our employees. Miss Yvonne, if you're going to fabricate something, at least use someone from my company."

"I'm not lying!" Yvonne insisted, her voice trembling. "My friend's house has security cameras. Come with me, and I'll show you proof..."

"Enough. Refund the tickets first. My lawyers will speak with you tomorrow," the investor cut her off, pushing her toward the angry crowd.

The ticket holders swarmed Yvonne, demanding refunds. She didn't have enough money to pay them back, helplessly absorbing their accusations and insults.

Her vision blurred, and just as she was about to collapse, someone pushed through the crowd and caught her.

"Everyone, calm down. The refunds

will be handled, but you'll need to speak to that man over there," Nigel Gibson said, gesturing to a man who opened a suitcase filled with cash.

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The crowd surged toward the man, eager to get their refunds, no longer caring who issued them.

Nigel helped Yvonne into his car, handed her some water, and looked at her with concern.

As Yvonne regained consciousness, her first instinct was to get out of the car.

Nigel locked the doors in time and reminded her, "I just diverted their attention. If you get out now and they swarm you again, I can't guarantee I'll be able to save you a second time."

Yvonne glanced outside at the chaos and thought better of leaving.

Still, she kept her distance from Nigel and said bluntly, "I'll pay you back the money. You'll have it by tomorrow."

"The money isn't the issue. The point is, I need to know what's going on so I can help you," Nigel replied.

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it myself, Yvonne said, thinking of Nina. As long as she explained everything to Nina, she was

confident that Nina would find a

solution.

At that moment, all Yvonne wanted was to rely on Nina, not anyone else, especially not another man.

"Could you drop me off at this address?" Yvonne asked, typing Nina's address into her phone and showing it to Nigel.

Without hesitation, he agreed, driving her without asking further questions.

As they neared the destination, Nigel slowed down and said, "You know, you can try relying on me, Yvonne. I promise, I'm trustworthy." He lifted his hand, mimicking a vow, which made Yvonne chuckle.

But realizing her reaction, she quickly shook her head with a sad smile.

"Why not? I don't expect anything in return. I just genuinely want to help you," Nigel said, still puzzled by her resistance to letting him in.