Hiding Behind Her Superficiality

Chapter 709

Chapter 709 The Son of a Mistress

These words didn't surprise Elspeth much. She had long known the reason Slevin was so insistent on keeping her by his side was because he saw value in her business acumen. To be able to grow Azure Corporation on such a large scale in just a few years was a talent not everyone possessed. Slevin never experienced love and care since childhood, and his mother had gone through terrible experiences, so he had no understanding of what love truly meant. All he knew was that if he could have her or keep her by his side, it would maximize his own benefits.

She had experienced true love, while Slevin's so-called affection was not love at all.

"Well, you don't have to worry. I will do my best to avoid any intersections with your company," Elspeth replied.

Slevin sneered. "Well, if that's the case, you're quite hurtful with your words."

"Slevin, I hope you can understand your own heart. Do you genuinely like me, or are you just using me? You'll know the answer deep down," Elspeth said calmly.

Slevin's eyes flickered for a moment, and for the first time, he let out an eerie laugh. "Hahaha, Elspeth, I suppose you truly are a clever woman."

Indeed, he was only interested in this woman before him at first, but he valued her talent more. As for love... To hell with love.

Elspeth remained calm and looked at Slevin's current state with a sigh. "So, how long are you going to keep up this act?"

Slevin froze and raised his head. "What do you mean by that?"

She pondered for a moment, then took a document out of her bag and placed it on the table in front of him.

"I've uncovered everything about your past experiences, why you've become the way you are now, and why you adopted Nyla."

Upon the mention of Nyla, Slevin's temples twitched slightly.

"You initially adopted her simply because she resembled your mother to some extent. Being naturally suspicious, it wouldn't take much investigation to uncover her entire history. That's when you discovered a shocking secret. This girl was your half-sister, sharing the same mother but different fathers, and you had been separated from each other for many years."

Slevin laughed, his voice filled with resentment. "You're smart, as expected."

"Wait, I haven't finished yet," Elspeth continued. "You didn't want to reveal Nyla's true identity to her, and you only treated her as the girl you adopted. But deep down, you were also afraid, right? You didn't expect that your mother, in addition to being a mistress for this man, also served as a mistress for Hank's father. Thus, she wasn't an uninformed victim of love, but rather a woman who specialized in destroying other people's families."

At these words, Slevin was furious, and his eyes turned bloodshot. "Shut up! Don't say another word!"

"You couldn't believe that your beloved mother was such a person, so you've been self-deluding and fooling yourself, even using the excuse of seeking justice for your mother to cause trouble for the Damazio Family. You were even reluctant to let Hank off easily. However, the real reason was to transfer your own pain onto others."

"I told you to shut up!"

Elspeth realized that her suspicions were indeed correct. "Slevin, isn't this why you refuse to reciprocate Nyla's confession? You didn't expect that your blood-related sister would develop feelings for you. Isn't it ironic and laughable?"

She had barely finished her sentence when Slevin suddenly pushed her down onto the couch. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I told you to shut up, can't you hear me?" He pressed both hands tightly against her neck, his eyes filled with unmistakable hatred, looking as if he would strangle her alive in the next second.

Elspeth felt her breathing almost being cut off, but seeing him in this state, she added one final push.

"Slevin… What is the purpose of your lifelong competition? You're just competing with an invisible opponent... You're unwilling to let go of yourself, so you involve innocent people. Does any of this truly have any meaning, though?"

The word 'meaning' caused his clenched hands to loosen.

Slevin slumped on the couch dejectedly, his voice gradually becoming softer.

"Without fighting, without competing... I'm the son of a mistress, though. I'm destined to be scorned by others. If I don't fight my way up, how can I survive?"