Chapter 319

Carl flung a pile of photos at Eliana, aiming for her face. "These were delivered directly to my office! Look at what you've done! And you have the audacity…You still dare to be angry with me!" Eliana glanced at the photos and immediately her facial expression shifted. However, she quickly composed herself and asked, "What's going on? Who sent these to you?" "Why are you still asking me? You already know the answer. Let's stop pretending. It's just you and me here. We're in the same boat. So, tell me the truth. What's going on between you and Justin? Are you having an affair behind my back?" Carl had been living a separate life from Eliana for a while, working in a different location. Their relationship could be described as lacking any real love. The only reason they had managed to stay together was because of mutual interests. Carl needed a stable family to advance his career and a socially adept wife. Eliana had fit the bill perfectly in that regard. However, she had tended to attract attention with her flashy behavior, causing some controversy. But that hadn't been a big issue as long as their image had remained intact. However, cheating on him with their driver was something he couldn't tolerate! "All those years when I'm not home, what exactly were you doing behind my back?" The photos were delivered to the office during the day. Since they were sent straight to the office, it revealed the means of the insider behind the scenes and a clear intention to target their family. At such a crucial moment, Carl refused to let himself be brought down. Eliana grabbed the photos and tossed them into the garbage bin. "They're clearly photoshopped. You actually believe it?" "Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe this was photoshopped? I can easily tell the difference between edited and untouched images." He retrieved a crumpled photo from the trash, "See this photo of you and Justin at home? The vase in the background is identical to the one we have downstairs!" "You must think I'm a fool. This one is photoshopped. Then, what about these? And what about the others? There's even one in the bedroom!" "What are you spouting nonsense about?" Eliana instantly became alert, scanning the room. Were there really surveillance cameras hidden in the bedroom? Carl scoffed, "Scared?" "Why am I afraid? You're speaking gibberish! Coming home late at night and acting crazy. I can't handle it anymore!" Eliana rose from the bed and flipped on the lights. She proceeded to call someone to come and inspect the house. Carl listened without interruption. It was highly possible that there were surveillance cameras in the house that resulted in these photos. The person responsible for sending them may have a specific motive and choose not to spread them publicly. It seemed likely that they had their own purpose. What possible reason could there be for this? Carl was completely baffled. The following morning, a team of professionals arrived at the Hasting mansion to begin their inspection. Eliana had been unable to sleep well last night and it showed on her pale and exhausted complexion. Carl was not faring any better. He valued his career above all else. These thoughts caused him to have an unfriendly expression toward Eliana. The two partners sat beside each other, seemingly in harmony but actually at odds. The hidden cameras were soon removed from the Hasting mansion by a professional team. When they placed them on the table, Eliana's expression changed dramatically. She was in disbelief, and Carl was the same. Once the team left, Eliana gathered all of the household maids and questioned them individually. The maids were trembling. They had no knowledge of Eliana's interrogation or how it came about. This aspect of the situation was beyond their understanding. Despite pondering the situation, Eliana couldn't pinpoint who might be responsible for this. Justin arrived at the Hasting mansion and immediately spotted Eliana interrogating the maids. He didn't initially notice Carl standing next to her. It wasn't until he approached them that he saw Carl, who had a dark, somber look on his face. Justin put on a polite demeanor as he said, "Mr. Hasting, Mrs. Hasting. Is there something going on at home?" Carl sneered, his gaze sharp and piercing like a blade. Ignoring Justin, he turned to head upstairs.