Chapter 1034 - 536: This Was His Life’s Steadfast Belief

"Young Master Hughes really pulled off a masterstroke—I saw Tate Hunter’s face twitch. Honestly, Tate Hunter is more composed than Vincent Hunter, but his expression just now betrayed his thoughts." Edward Parker had already said he would do everything in his power to help Avery Jane reach the finals, but just the night before last, the night before the competition, Joshua Hughes found him again and told him to withdraw directly in the finals. Only this way could they give Tate Hunter the greatest pressure.

Because that would clearly tell him that now they are on the edge, and tonight Tate Hunter is bound to have a sleepless night.

"However, Vincent Hunter should also suspect that Young Madam is here to avenge her parents, and it’s unlikely that it will be an easy win tomorrow. Young Madam is indeed talented—even if I don’t withdraw today, defeating her wouldn’t be a simple task." Edward Parker sipped the rich wine; it was the most enjoyable and satisfying drink he had had since his father’s passing.

The term "Young Madam" clearly pleased Joshua Hughes immensely. His thin lips curved slightly to form a sexy line; she was his, and one day he would confirm her status as Young Madam.

"Does it matter if we win or not? She just likes to play, let her play to the fullest—if she plays herself out, that’s on me, and if she can’t, that’s on me too."

Joshua Hughes drummed his slender fingers lightly on the table, arrogant with a bit of an overbearing air. His gaze was resolute; the meaning of his words was very simple: if Avery Jane wins, she could have Tate Hunter’s life, and even if she loses, he would fulfill Avery Jane’s wish; either way, Tate Hunter is as good as dead.

This man was so domineering it was appalling, but fortunately, he wasn’t the enemy—not a close friend, but at least a friend. Edward Parker even suspected the seating arrangement on the computer might have been Joshua Hughes’ doing—how else could it match what Joshua said when they met the night before, as if everything was firmly under his control. But naturally, he didn’t ask; if someone was helping him eliminate his foe and avenge his father’s murder, what difference did it make who took action?

In the same hotel suite, Avery Jane and Eliza Bell suddenly felt something indescribable. This was the situation they had always wanted; now they were at the final step. Everything seemed so smooth—almost too smooth—making it feel unreal.

"Sister, if you lose tomorrow and that scumbag asks you for some outrageous condition, what will you do?" Eliza Bell was a bit worried. Although they had prepared everything thoroughly, what if, just what if, they lost? They had imagined countless times the thrill of cutting off three fingers of the losing man when they won, but what if they lost?

"No way....." Avery Jane stood at the window; the Las Vegas night was so mesmerizing, but she had no mind to appreciate it.

Tonight she especially missed him—not knowing why, she especially wanted to hear his voice. This feeling was truly torture. Between love and hate, it’s like darkness and light. She often wonders if she can leap over, jumping from darkness to light, but that man has deceived her too many times—deceived her to the point she no longer believes in his love, even if she loves him.

But now she certainly hasn’t realized that the man she’s missing is living just above her. He, like her, is standing by the window, gazing at the Las Vegas night. Just as she’s thinking of him, he can’t help but think of her even more. Remembering her morning routine, where the ice in her eyes melts—her eyes only have the deep and shallow, tightly intertwined love and longing for her.

This was her second time putting on makeup, apart from her wedding day—it was the second time today.

Eliza Bell was extremely pleased with her handiwork. Avery Jane’s full head of soft and shiny black hair was styled into a neat updo, revealing her smooth forehead and exquisitely boned small face. A light base makeup highlighted her egg-like clear skin. For the smoky eye makeup, Eliza Bell first used brown or gray eyeshadow to create a gradient effect on Avery Jane’s eyelids, then used eyeliner gel to draw the eyeliner, extending the inner corner of the eye and lengthening the outer corner to depict cat-like eyes. Finally, she applied matte nude lipstick that could simply captivate anyone. As Eliza Bell watched Avery Jane change into her clothes and drape a large black shawl over her shoulders, it wasn’t just men who would be attracted, even women wouldn’t be able to resist.