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"This is for Mrs. Cross," the courier continued, his voice cold and his eyes distant. "Thank you," Mimi said, removing the envelope from him. She closed the door, her fingers shaking as she flipped the manila envelope over in her palms. It didn't seem appropriate. It was unsettling in its weight. She gingerly sliced the package open and went down onto the couch. Her eyes skimmed the contents fast as she drew out the papers. Then her heart stopped beating. The first line struck her like a gut strike. James Cross wants Simeon in complete custody. The words blurred as she attempted to comprehend them, her thoughts racing. Total custody? It could not be real. The legalese, the seal, the formal phrasing all shouted authenticity, though. The words on the page danced in her head. Complete custody. She could nearly hear James's arrogant voice reverberating in her mind. Anger shot up in her chest. She had to reach Jaxon. Her breath shallow, Mimi picked up her phone and called him. The

"We have to strike back," Jaxon remarked quietly but firmly breaking the stillness between them. Mimi's throat constricted. Arms crossed in front of her, she looked back and forth between him and the screen's figures. "Hit back? What even is that, Jaxon? You want me to make this chaos public? Dark with determination, he turned in his seat to face her. "Not at all." Not only go public. We're going to reclaim everything. Mimi, your efforts developed this firm. Your vision, your effort. They cannot simply wipe you off. Mimi gulped. His comments ignited a dangerous spark in her that she didn't want to admit. He was correct. All she had laboured for, all she had battled for, had been stolen from her. The business, the existence she had created... all of it, gone. But it sounded so risky to take it back, to fight back. It seemed... impossible. Rising in her voice, she remarked, "I can't just walk back into CrossCorp and take control." You have no idea how far this goes. I don't even kn

"Damon Cole," Jaxon muttered, his voice sombre as though he were tasting poison on his tongue. He's the cause of my father's name buried in falsehoods. Agitated, he paced in front of her, hands running over his hair. Damon Cole was the one who framed my father for corporate fraud. Mimi's thoughts rushed to understand it. Damon Cole The name rang out like a curse, the same guy who had tormented Jaxon for years. But there was extra. Not until today has Jaxon ever truly discussed his past. Once the floodgates opened, there was no turning back. "Damon disappeared after CrossCorp went public," Jaxon said, his eyes blazing with rage and bewilderment. But now I understand he was never truly gone. Hiding in the shadows, tugging threads, waiting for the proper time. Standing stationary in the centre of the room, his back to her, he halted. That time is now. Mimi rested her hands on her knees and leaned forward. But why at this time? What does he desire? Jaxon didn't spin around right away.

She grabbed her phone and typed fast, the words flowing more easily now. I don't know who I am any more. Mimi's daydream was pierced by the doorbell, surprising her. Trembling, she put the phone down and got up to answer it. Opening the door, she found Lyra there, her face fixed in a worried expression. Lyra walked over the threshold without saying anything; Mimi didn't even have to invite her inside. Worried, Lyra said, "I've been thinking about you." You are carrying something really weighty. Mimi agreed but remained mum. She took Lyra into the living room, where the table still held scattered pictures. Lyra saw them right away; her eyes darkened as she absorbed them. "Is this about James?" she enquired quietly. Staring at the pictures that had wrecked her world, Mimi's tongue was parched and she nodded once again. Lyra sat down next to her, her expression softening. "I'm sorry, Mimi," she whispered softly. You have to look at this for what it is, though. Scarlett's playing mind

Scarlett murmured effortlessly, her voice like silk but with a sting beneath. Still, I guess it's destiny. Mimi's jaw tightened. Standing in front of Scarlett, Mimi refused to exhibit any weakness and straightened up. What do you wish? Scarlett's smile turned to one that didn't show in her eyes. What I want is unimportant, darling. The issue here is what you desire. She lowered her voice and leaned in just a little. I'm sorry, but you seem to be in over your head. Mimi's instincts were screaming at her to run, and she felt her heart skip a beat. She remained her ground, nevertheless, and would not give in. "I'm not afraid of you," she murmured, pushing the words out despite the discomfort that ran down her back. "Really?" Scarlett pondered, her eyes sparkling with mirth. You ought to be. Before Mimi could answer, Scarlett's grin grew and she turned, striding back towards the car with an air of finality. Mimi, you will soon see. You are not in charge here. Not yet. She then got b

Jaxon gasped as he read about a "falsified scandal"—a claim of corporate fraud that had destroyed his father's image and landed him in jail. It had all been a setup; now Jaxon was looking at the evidence. It was all orchestrated by Damon Cole. He had rigged the fraud, changed the statistics, and made sure Jaxon's family would collapse. Jaxon, his fingers white from clutching the desk, murmured, "This goes deeper than I thought." James Cross, Scarlett Voss, and now Damon Cole all belonged to the same perverse game played by the empire. Jaxon had been only an unwilling pawn; they had been playing it for years. Jaxon sat back in his chair, his fingers still lingering over the keyboard, his thoughts racing with the fresh knowledge. Though there was more, the papers he had just found were incriminating. Scanning over a number of financial statements, he brought up a line of figures that were blurring. Then, one specific file drew his attention: a transfer of millions of dollars from an of