His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 80

Easton lightly held Eliza by the waist as they strolled across the room, chatting and laughing like old friends. His hand never left her side.

"Mr. Casper, should we give him the room key?"

Casper clenched his jaw, struggling to get the words out. "Send it. I want to see how bold he can be."

Faithe smirked. He had practically handed Eliza over on a silver platter. Easton wasn't clueless; he surely knew what was going on. Even though Casper was the one getting cockolded, securing a multi-billion dollar deal for Welton International was worth it. After all, he didn't love Eliza.

"Okay, on it," Faithe replied, striding over to Easton and Eliza in her professional outfit, briefcase in hand. With a calm and confident smile, she pulled out a land transfer contract from her briefcase and handed it to Easton. "Mr. Gillum, Mr. Casper has shown great sincerity. Would you take a look at this contract?"

Easton pushed the contract aside, his jaw tightening. "I'm in the middle of an interesting conversation with Elle. We can talk about this later."

"Mr. Gillum, just take a look. You might find something surprising in there," Faithe hinted.

Easton caught on, his gaze darkening. "Alright, I'll take a look."

He flipped through the contract and immediately saw the room key for the Falconridge Hotel, along with several condoms. Understanding the gesture, he smiled and put down the contract. "I appreciate Mr. Casper's gesture. I'm selling the land anyway. Selling it to Mr. Casper gives me peace of mind. Faithe, please thank him for me for this generous gift."

His eyes drifted back to Eliza's face, then slowly and boldly down to her chest.

"Mr. Gillum, you sure do love to joke. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters to us," Faithe said with a smile.

A pawn in their deal, Eliza felt tears welling up. She quickly looked up, trying to mask her emotions.

He gasped for air, lit a cigarette, and brought it to his lips, his chest burning. His heart felt like it was gripped by an invisible hand. Before finishing the cigarette, he stomped on the gas, turned the steering wheel, and drove back to the banquet entrance.

Easton's car was still there. Casper rolled up the window, staring unblinkingly at the exit.

Time dragged on. Slowly, guests started to leave the banquet.

Easton had clearly had too much to drink. He had one arm around Eliza's shoulder, gesturing animatedly and talking about who knows what. Eliza gently supported him, carefully helping him into the car before getting in herself.

"Damn it," Casper muttered, slamming his fist on the steering wheel.