Chapter 38: The Breaking Point

Summer, you’ve really outdone yourself this time. 51% + 20 Free Coins

Trevor let out a cold chuckle. She actually went to Fraser from Graham Group—using this move to challenge me, pushing me into a corner, making me back down. Bold move. Very well. So bold that Trevor had no choice but to admit—this time, Summer had successfully pushed him to his limit.

Trevor reached for his phone, ready to dial her number. But the moment he entered the digits, he suddenly remembered—last week, Summer had deleted his contact. A fresh wave of irritation surged through him. Frustrated, he yanked at the perfectly knotted black tie around his neck, loosening it roughly.

“Andrew, give me your phone.”

“Mr. Larson?” Why was Mr. Larson asking for my phone all of a sudden?

Trevor’s voice dropped even colder. “Are you deaf? I said, give me your phone.”

Andrew shivered at his tone, too intimidated to ask why he needed it. Without hesitation, he unlocked his phone and handed it over. Trevor took the device, swiftly dialing Summer’s number from memory. He had never bothered saving her name—not because he didn’t care, but because he never needed to. Summer used to call him so often that her number was practically burned into his memory.

Just as the phone started ringing, Summer was on her way back to her office. After finalizing the contract, the banquet was supposed to continue with the next part of the program. Jasper had originally planned to transfer 10% of Stewart Group’s shares to Margaret. They had even prepared the equity transfer contract in advance. But after everything that had happened, Jasper clearly had no intention of bringing it up. Instead, he abruptly wrapped up the event and personally escorted Delia and the Graham Group executives out.

When Summer saw Andrew’s name flash across her screen, she paused mid-step. She knew Andrew was Trevor’s right-hand man, which meant this call had to be about Trevor.

She didn’t want to answer. But Andrew wasn’t a bad guy. He had always been one of the few people at Larson Group who actually saw her as Trevor’s girlfriend. As she hesitated between picking up or declining, the phone kept ringing relentlessly, the sound grating like a ticking time bomb. Before she could decide, her finger accidentally brushed the screen. Call connected.

Just then, her assistant, Quinn, walked over, handing her a file. “Ms. Stewart, the one-billion-dollar investment from Graham Group should be transferred within the next few days. Mr. Stewart wants you to review the Global Plan budget first.”

The words carried clearly through the phone—right into Trevor’s ear. Trevor let out a cold laugh, his already icy expression turning even more frigid. “Summer, you’ve really outdone yourself.” His voice came through the speaker—low, sharp, and ice-cold. Summer immediately recognized his tone. Trevor was furious. But she couldn’t be bothered to entertain him. “There’s nothing left for us to talk about.” Without another word, she hung up.

Trevor stared at the screen. The call had been disconnected. His phone screen went black. Trevor clenched his jaw, his eyes growing cold and unreadable. Furious, he hurled the phone, sending it crashing to the floor of the car with a sharp crack. Andrew barely had time to react before he saw his phone shatter on impact, pieces scattering everywhere. His face instantly stiffened. That was his brand-new phone.

“Mr. Larson, that… that was my phone.”

Trevor clenched his jaw. “I’ll buy you another one. No—ten.”

Andrew felt a chill run down his spine. He wasn’t sure if Trevor meant to replace his phone ten times… or smash it ten times.

After hanging up, Summer returned to her office and sank into the couch. She took a sip of water, then suddenly remembered something. She grabbed her phone and opened WhatsApp. At the very top of her chats was a pinned conversation—Fraser’s profile, a simple pudding icon. The last message in the chat was “OK.”

Before the banquet, she had messaged Fraser, asking if the Graham Group investment contract could require her as the designated signatory. She had expected him to ask why. Instead, he replied instantly. “OK.” Summer absentmindedly ran her fingers over the two letters, not even realizing—the reflection in the glass window captured her soft smile, glowing under the dim office lights.

Since adding Fraser on WhatsApp, she hadn’t given his profile much thought. Now, out of curiosity, she opened his Facebook page. Scrolling to the bottom, she found that his page was minimalist. Mostly just links related to Graham Group. No selfies, no personal updates—though occasionally, there were a few pictures of Pudding.

Exiting out of his profile, she started typing. “Thanks for today. Are you free tonight? Let me treat you to dinner.” She stared at the words, feeling like something was off. After a moment, she deleted the last few words and retyped. “Let me treat you and Pudding to dinner.”