Comments for chapter "Chapter: 92Paige, having lost all desire to carry on the performance, signaled Haley to pause the broadcast, fearing she might fumble before the massive audience. Haley grasped the situation immediately and announced to the camera that the Livestream would pause for an hour, allowing guests to dine and rest. The grand finale of the Starry Oil Painting Competition would commence afterward, with broadcasting resuming at seven o'clock sharp. With the livestream terminated, everyone exhaled in collective relief. Luciano's face darkened like gathering thunderclouds. No longer concerned with maintaining his facade as a distinguished master, he unleashed a torrent of abuse at Elliana. "You shameless woman! Do you believe your prestigious title as Mrs. Evans. shields you’ from consequences?" Paige glared venomously at Elliana, eagerly awaiting Luciano's harsh retribution that would satisfy her own thirst for vengeance. Everyone expected Elliana to cower before Luciano's wrath. Hailee, trembling with anxiety, tugged at Elliana's sleeve, whispering urgently, "Elliana, Luciano's bodyguards surround us. Don't challenge him directly, or you'll suffer terribly." Elliana gently patted Hailee's hand before facing Luciano with a subtle smile. "Oh? I'm quite curious to see how you plan to deal with me." "You..." Malice flooded Luciano's eyes, his carefully cultivated artistic persona completely shattered by naked hostility. He smirked, gesturing sharply to the bodyguards looming behind him, "Teach this insolent woman a proper lesson!" Hearing this, Paige clenched her fists tightly, eyes gleaming with vicious anticipation. If Luciano administered severe punishment to Elliana, it would mark a tremendous victory for her today. Meanwhile, in the Evans Group CEO's office, the abrupt termination of the livestream left Cole unable to monitor Elliana's situation at the museum. His expression hardened ominously. Myles, standing nearby, felt inexplicable dread crawling up his spine. Was Cole about to unleash his temper again? Having weathered Cole's foul mood throughout the entire day, Myles flinched like a nervous sparrow at the slightest movement. As anxiety gnawed at Myles, he watched Cole manipulate his phone, expertly hacking directly into the museum's surveillance system. When the surveillance footage materialized on the screen, it revealed Luciano commanding his bodyguards to teach Elliana a lesson... The moment Myles saw what was happening, he immediately stood up straighter. "Mr. Evans, would you like me to send someone to the museum to protect Mrs. Evans?" "Leave her be!" Cole let out a cold scoff. "She could use a taste of struggle. I'm the one to blame for pampering her too much, making her think she's owed everything. A bit of hardship might finally make her realize the value of what she's been given." Despite Cole's words, Myles wasn't entirely convinced. He kept quiet, doubting Cole truly meant his own words. After all, Cole hadn't looked away from the screen. His eyes remained locked on Luciano's image, burning with quiet fury -as if sheer focus might be enough to erase Luciano. That intensity hadn't faded when Cole abruptly reached for his phone and began dialing without a word. Out of the corner of his eye, Myles caught the name on the screen—Cole was calling the director of the museum. The line connected almost immediately. A voice came through, cautious but polite. "Yes? Who is this?" Calm and calculated, Cole replied with a chill that didn't match his casual tone, "Clement, it's Cole Evans." "Mr. Evans?" Suddenly, Clement Morgan's voice shifted into anxious enthusiasm. "Mr. Evans! What an honor! How can I assist you today?" With the Evans family owning a substantial share of the Ublento Art Museum, and Cole poised as the next in Line, Clement had every reason to tread carefully. "Things are heating up over there," Cole said, his voice like ice breaking over still water. "Might be a good time to tighten security. Just in case something unfortunate happens.""