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I stood in the hall, gazing at Drake's handsome face, my heart feeling as if it were tightly gripped by an invisible hand.
The tenderness in his eyes made it almost impossible for me to speak, but the recording my father had played for me echoed in my ears, like a sharp knife slicing through the fragile trust between us.
"Why did you come near me?" I looked directly into his eyes, my voice trembling slightly as my fingertips unconsciously dug into my palm. "Was I just a pawn in your game from the very beginning?"
Drake's expression froze instantly. He took a step forward, his brow furrowed. "Lucy, let me explain. It's not what you think."
"No need for explanations." I stepped back, like a startled deer. "The words in that recording were clear enough; every single one pierced my heart."
His gaze suddenly sharpened, like a sword drawn from its sheath. "Was it Ivan Smith who played you that recording?"
I froze, my heart skipping a beat.
He had directly spoken my father's name, and there was a coldness in his tone that I had never heard before, as if he were revealing another side beneath his gentle facade.
"That recording was edited," Drake said quickly, stepping closer and grabbing my wrist with a grip that was firm yet not painful. "Your father wants to use you against me, but he hasn't told you the whole truth."
I tried to pull away but found his hand like a steel shackle. "Come with me; I need to show you the truth."
Drake led me into his private office, where the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.
He played a complete recording, his deep voice emanating from the speakers: "The Smith Family is the final piece of the puzzle. If we can take control of the shares Lucy holds, we can stop Ivan Smith's acquisition plan."
My heart sank suddenly, but the recording continued.
"He has been secretly acquiring shares from the minority shareholders. If he succeeds, the entire Smith Family will be doomed. I must protect Lucy."
My fingers trembled slightly, and the balance in my heart began to tip. "Is this... the complete version?"
"Your father has hidden many things," Drake's voice was deep and firm, like a lighthouse in the dark night. "Including Linda's true identity."
At that moment, the office door swung open, and Linda walked in with a cup of coffee.
Seeing the two of us, a flicker of unease crossed her face, shattering like a broken mirror. "Drake, this is what you wanted..."
"Enough, Linda." Drake interrupted her coldly, his voice as frigid as ice. "Or should I call you Ivan Smith's mole?"
Linda's hand trembled, and the coffee cup crashed to the floor with a sharp shatter, echoing her current facade.
Her expression twisted in an instant, like a torn canvas. "How could you...?"
"You thought your emails with Ivan Smith were very secretive?" Drake opened his laptop screen, his tone exuding confidence. "Every email, every meeting—I'm fully aware of it all."
Linda's face turned pale instantly, as if all color had been drained from her.
It dawned on me then that the materials my father had shown me were likely all altered by her, just like a polluted spring.
"Lucy." Drake turned to me, his gaze more serious than ever, like the deep expanse of the night sky. "I need your help. Only by joining forces can we stop Ivan Smith's scheme. Will you trust me?"
I looked at his outstretched hand, my heart pounding like a drum, as if I were standing at the crossroads of fate.
In that moment, I seemed to see the fear hidden beneath my father's cold mask, and I understood Drake's earnest intentions all along.
Just as I was about to make my choice, my phone suddenly vibrated, like a thunderclap interrupting this delicate moment.
A strange number flashed on the screen, and the message contained only a few simple words that sent my heart plummeting into an icy abyss: "Don't trust anyone."
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