Chapter 352

“Of course.”

Silas stood at the entrance, his voice cutting through the tension like a cold breeze. No one had noticed when he arrived, but now there he was, arms crossed and eyes firmly locked on Calliope.

“My dear, there’s no need to forgive anyone,” he announced, his voice unwavering.

The room went silent, everyone turning to look at the imposing figure of Silas. His presence was electrifying, his confidence palpable. He glanced dismissively at Horatio and his companions before focusing his attention on Calliope once more.

“Sweetheart, how would you like to deal with the Jewell family?” he asked, a sly smile playing on his lips. “If you want them bankrupt, just say the word.”

Calliope was taken aback by Silas’s sudden appearance. He always had that commanding aura, the kind that made everyone else fade into the background. His smile, though slight, seemed to light up the entire room.

As whispers filled the air, it was clear that many had doubted the relationship between Silas and Calliope. But seeing him stand there, speaking such words, left little room for doubt.

“Silas just called Calliope ‘sweetheart’!” someone murmured, sending a ripple of surprise through the crowd.

Silas approached Calliope with measured steps, his tailored suit fitting him like a glove, emphasizing his regal bearing. He was like a figure sculpted from marble, flawless and distinct from everyone else.

Horatio and his friends seemed to shrink back, visibly unsettled.

Valerian, unable to hold back, shouted at Calliope, “Just because you faced a little slight, you want to ruin the Jewell family? Maybe we were right about you all along!”

Calliope merely cast a cool glance in Valerian’s direction.

“My wife doesn’t need your approval,” Silas replied, his tone dismissive. “I love her, and that’s enough. Who cares about the Jewell family?”

Silas took Calliope’s hand, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

“She doesn’t need the world, because I am her world,” he declared. “If the Jewell family won’t protect her, then I will.”

A collective gasp rippled through the room.

“Oh my god!”

“That’s so powerful! I love it!”

“Calliope is really lucky. Silas is a force to be reckoned with!”

“He’s amazing. I adore him.”

“Calliope and Silas are such a perfect match–both so outstanding!”

“Valerian’s a joke, blaming Calliope. What did she even do wrong?”

The room was abuzz with chatter, all eyes now critical of the Jewell family. Horatio and his group looked visibly uncomfortable, especially Lisette. Her knees seemed to buckle under the pressure, and she appeared on the verge of a breakdown.

She couldn’t believe Calliope had so much evidence against her, nor that Silas would protect Calliope so fiercely. What kind of deal did they have? Surely, Silas couldn’t have real feelings for Calliope!

Just then, several police officers entered the room, their presence commanding immediate attention.

“Who is Lisette?” one of them inquired, looking around.

A finger pointed in her direction.

Lisette turned, shock written all over her face as she saw the officers advancing.

“Lisette, you’re under arrest for slandering national leaders and officials. Please come with us.”

“No, it wasn’t me!” Lisette protested, panic setting in as she tried to back away, but two officers swiftly restrained her, twisting her arms behind her back and escorting her out.

“Lisette!” Valerian shouted, rushing after her. At the door, he turned back, eyes blazing with anger as he glared at Calliope.