A Jealous Partner Sabotaged Her Cosmetics, but a Billionaire Investor Exposed the Truth

The atmosphere inside L'Etoile was usually one of refined elegance, but tonight, the air was thick with malice. Underneath the warm glow of the vintage sconces, Victoria stood like a wrathful queen in her crimson red velvet dress. Her face was contorted with anger as she pointed a sharp, manicured finger toward the exit. "Get out of my restaurant right now!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the mahogany walls. Sitting beside her, Julian remained completely motionless in his dark navy tuxedo, staring passively at his plate as if he were merely an observer to a tragedy.

Across from them stood Sophia, trembling in her light grey blouse. But it wasn't just fear that made her shake. Tears—thick, dark, and blood-red—streamed down her cheeks, staining her clothes and burning her skin. She gasped for air, clutching her throat as the chemical irritant in her eyes sent waves of agonizing pain through her skull. She had been sabotaged, and she knew exactly who had done it.

Just as Victoria took a step forward to physically eject Sophia, the heavy glass doors of the bistro swung open. Marcus, a distinguished man with silver hair wearing a tailored grey wool suit, stepped into the dining room. His presence immediately commanded silence. He bypassed the screaming Victoria and walked straight toward the sobbing Sophia. His eyes narrowed in deep concern as he took in her terrifying appearance.

A Cruel Sabotage Revealed

Marcus reached out, gently lifting Sophia’s chin to examine her face.

"What is that?"

he asked, his voice low and demanding. Victoria quickly tried to interject, her voice suddenly sweet. "Marcus, thank goodness you're here. This woman has had a complete mental breakdown. She's trying to ruin our evening." But Marcus did not look away from Sophia's burning, blood-red tears.