Chapitre 15: CHAPTER 15
"Who the hell did this?" snapped Chase, pounding on the table.
Standing aside, his secretary turned deadly pale. "We must have been hacked! I'll check the IP address right away!"
Chase's face was so livid.
Whoever planned this low-level prank on him must not be spared. In fact, as the leading enterprise in the whole city, the Black Corp possessed the most high-end facilities!
How could it be so easy to be broken into? Chase thought, "Damn it, it doesn't matter. It proved that my technical staff is useless!"
Soon, the IP address was traced down. And it appeared to be coming from the silverlin Hotel.
Chase looked at the IP address, frowning. The next second, he thought of something.
Wasn't Hazel Haynes living at the Silverlin Hotel right now? She must have something to do with this!
"That bitch," Chase thought to himself, "She can't defeat me in the real world. So she decided to humiliate me with these?" Chase gritted his teeth as his face darkened even more.
"Josh, have you got the papers? About the bet on agreement."
With a serious look on his face, Josh quickly handed over the papers! "All done, Mr. Black. Here they are!"
Chase took it over and had a brief look.
The terms turned out to be extremely harsh on Hazel. Chase smiled with satisfaction.
"Perfect. I want to watch that bitch bum!"
It was 9 a.m. in the morning right now.
Escorted by Tristan, Hazel arrived at the Haynes tower.
The parking lot downstairs was crawling with reporters and a crowd of protesters hired by Ingrid.
"There she is!" one of them called out.
"Get out of the city, you cheeky whore! You're a disgrace to all the people of the city!"
"Shame on you!"
Then it was the reporters. "Hazel, are you going to kick your father off the board? Are you going to monopolize the Haynes family fortune?"
"Make Way!"
"Please, Hazel, say something!"
"When did you and Mr. Woods get together? Does Mr. Black know about your relationship?
Tristan stretched out to protect Hazel as they were striding to the building.
More than a dozen bodyguards were blocking the crowd.
"Throw something on her! Show her what will happen when she hits on the other men!"
The next second, it rained.
Rotten fruit, lunch boxes, water bottles, and all the other craps were coming at Hazel like a storm!
"Hey! Stop that!" Hazel's bodyguards were shouting. "We'll call the cops if you don't stop!"
Finally, with Tristan on her side, Hazel made it to the elevator.
They hurried to get inside.
Pale-faced and shivering slightly, Hazel stared blankly at the space.
Tristan clung to her shoulder and whispered in his softest voice, "It's okay, Hazel, don't be afraid. Don't ever pay any attention to these people. They are nothing but hired guns."
"I'm fine, Tristan," preoccupied Hazel replied, the color drained from her lips.
The elevator door was about to close when suddenly, someone held it, and the elevator door slowly opened again.
Chase stepped into the elevator with his long legs and his livid face. Apparently he didn't avoid being harassed by the reporters either.
Only after then did Chase notice Hazel and Tristan.
At the moment, Tristan's arms were surrounding Hazel's shoulder. They looked like a sweet, intimate, and perfect couple.
Almost at the same time when Chase saw this scene, he became the grimest one could possibly see, and there was certain indescribable brutality in it. "Hazel Haynes! What do you think you have done? You think your little prank will work everything out?"
Hazel frowned deeply as she stared at Chase with her puzzled eyes. "What are you talking about?"
Chase sneered at her, "Yeah, like you don't know! Nice try! You know what? I could charge you for stealing information from the Black Corp right now. That's enough to put you behind bars for 8 to 10 years!"
Hazel's face fell. She looked at Chase in confusion and asked, "I don't understand any of that. You're going to charge me for what?"
In a huff, Chase grabbed Hazel by the jaw. "For trespassing! For hacking into my properties! For stealing my business information!"
This irritated Tristan at once. He pushed Chase away and spoke up in his coldest tone, "I'm warning you, Chase Black. Don't touch Hazel! I don't want to fight you in front of Hazel!"
Chase shook Tristan's hand off. "How dare you meddle in my personal affair with her?
"Tristan, there is no need to act like his kind," said Hazel in a hurry and stood between them, blocking Tristan with her own body.
Chase had a bad temper, and he had been practicing boxing ever since he was a kid. Tristan would suffer for sure if it got physical.
"Just listen to me, Chase Black. I simply don't know what you're talking about."
"Are you being serious right now? Fine, take a look at this IP address and say you don't know again! Have you forgotten what you've done?" Chase took out his cell phone and showed Hazel a picture of
the numbers.
Hazel took a glance, but she was still confused. "What the hell is this? What exactly are you trying to say?"
Ding! The elevator arrived at the floor where the conference room was.
Chase took a deep breath. Then after the cold snort, he walked out without looking back.
"I'll be here, waiting for you, okay?" said Tristan.
"No, Tristan, don't worry. I can handle it. You have your own things to do. Don't worry about me."
"All right then, I'll pick you up when I'm done with work!"
"Yeah, bye!"
With that, Hazel turned to the conference room with her war face.
Inside the conference room, Chase was laying back on the main chair of the conference room, smoking a cigarette. As soon as Hazel walked in, he threw a stack of papers on the desk.
"Here's everything. You can take a look. If there's no problem, sign it."
Hazel choked on the smoke and coughed. "Smoking is not allowed here in the office. Go to the rooftop or the smoking chamber!"
Chase only sneered! Then with a wicked smile, he took a deep puff of his cigarette and blew all the smoke on Hazel's face!
Cadeaux
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reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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