After finishing her meal, Emily felt thirsty. She searched the lounge and office for water but couldn’t find any, so she headed to the break room to grab a bottle of mineral water. On her way back after taking a couple of sips, she overheard a conversation. Someone was gossiping about her and Jack. Judging by the voice, it sounded like the secretary who had been with Jack the previous evening. “Don’t be fooled into thinking that the woman the CEO’s been bringing around is some saint. Last night at the dinner, she and Mr. Griffin were all over each other. She’s practically cheating on the CEO behind his back,” the secretary, Tina York said with a snide tone. “Seriously? With someone like Mr. Griffin? Isn’t the CEO way more attractive?” another voice replied. Tina continued with dramatic flair, “What’s so strange about that? I mean—” Her sentence cut off abruptly as she turned a corner and nearly ran into Emily, who was walking out of the break room. Caught red-handed goss
Emily made a quick stop at a mall’s makeup store to apply a light, everyday look. She had rushed out earlier that morning without any makeup, and after her shower, even the remnants of her foundation were gone.While there, she also picked up some pastries to bring as a gift for Wilfred, remembering he had mentioned enjoying them during their last conversation.Once ready, she called a car and headed to the address Wilfred had sent her.The destination was a street in the elegant Mistletoe neighborhood, surrounded by French-style villas. The romantic and elegant architecture immediately made her think this must be where Wilfred lived.When she rang the doorbell, it was Wilfred himself who opened the door. To her surprise, upon entering, she realized she was the only one he had invited. Emily had initially thought this was a private art exhibition and expected a small gathering of guests. She felt a fleeting moment of surprise but quickly composed herself. An assistant took th
“What?” Emily was stunned.Wilfred lowered his gaze, a soft smile masking the sadness in his eyes. “I apologize if I was too forward.”“Haley is a renowned artist. Someone with my reputation couldn’t possibly take over her work,” Emily replied with a self-deprecating smile.Wilfred didn’t press the matter further.After finishing their tour of the studio, they descended the staircase. Emily figured it was time for her to take her leave. The sound of her low heels on the wooden steps echoed, “click, clack”. Wilfred broke the silence with a casual question, “The first time I saw you was at the Yates family banquet. Are you a relative of the Yates family?” Emily shook her head, keeping her eyes on the steps. “No, we just happen to share the same last name.” He nodded, then asked more directly, “The man from the Smith family who was with you that day—is he your boyfriend?” Caught off guard, Emily froze for a moment. “Could he be interested in me?” she wondered briefly befor
Emily smiled and nodded, placing the fruit basket on the bedside table. “It’s fine,” she said gently. Richard’s enthusiastic “Sis!” really had a sibling-like warmth to it, and to her surprise, she didn’t find it off-putting. Richard squirmed in protest against Wilfred’s firm grip, trying to free himself. However, one warning glance from his older brother was enough to make him sit still and behave. Putting his phone away, Richard was just about to speak when Wilfred beat him to it. “This is my younger brother, Richard,” Wilfred said, introducing him. “And this is Miss Yates—Emily Yates.” Emily nodded politely in Richard’s direction. *Elsewhere, Helen had a day off from classes and was on a date with Zac at the movie theater. They were cuddled up, waiting for the show to start, when her phone buzzed with a message. Glancing at the screen, her expression instantly soured. She frowned, muttered a curse under her breath, and shoved the bucket of popcorn into Zac’s ha
Helen rushed to the hospital, pushing open the door, only to freeze in shock. Why was Emily there? “Emily?” Helen was equally surprised. “You two know each other?” Richard asked, looking between them. “Yeah,” Emily nodded. “We’re good friends.” “You’re good friends?” Richard repeated, his voice dripping with disbelief as he gritted his teeth. His usually gentle face turned stormy, and he glared fiercely at Helen standing in the doorway. Helen chuckled nervously, taking a step back as if to leave. “Well, since you’re doing fine, I’ll be heading out now,” she said quickly, trying to shut the door behind her. “Take care, little bro—” “Wait, ‘little bro’?” Emily repeated, her confusion growing. She still had no idea why Helen was here, let alone why she was calling Richard her little brother. Wilfred stepped in with a calm smile, explaining, “She’s my second sister, Helen.” Emily’s eyes widened in disbelief. Helen’s brother was Wilfred? Suddenly, things started to
Emily enjoyed the warm atmosphere. It truly felt like being among siblings. That was until Justin called her. “Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up right now.” Reluctantly, Emily said her goodbyes. Richard, for one, seemed especially reluctant to see her go. A sleek black Maybach pulled up in front of the hospital. William stepped out and opened the door for her. As Emily slid into the backseat, Justin’s cold, sharp voice greeted her. “I thought you were at an art exhibit. Why were you at a hospital?” His interrogative tone instantly soured her mood. “We have a contract, Justin. That doesn’t make me your prisoner,” she snapped. “Alright,” Justin said simply before reaching over and inspecting her, his hands moving to check her arms and shoulders. “What are you doing?” Emily protested, trying to push him away. “I’m checking if you’re hurt,” he replied, his tone surprisingly serious and devoid of accusation. Emily froze for a moment, startled. Was he… worri
“Jacob!” Emma hissed, putting down her mouse and lowering her voice. “Well, well, thinking of me now, are you?” Jacob’s amused tone came through the line. Emma glanced at the employees outside her office, then quickly closed the blinds. “What do you want?” “Nothing much, just missed you,” Jacob said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Missed how you sounded when you were under me, how your pale skin—” “Shut up!” Emma snapped, cutting him off. “Alright, I’ll stop talking,” Jacob said lazily. “But that video I have? It won’t stay quiet for long.” “What do you want, Jacob?” Emma demanded, her voice tense. “Meet me at the Berlin Hotel, Presidential Suite.” *In the shared team workspace, Emma grabbed her bag and left for the day. Only after she had gone did her teammates dare to start whispering. “She really must’ve gotten in through the back door,” one muttered. “Does no work, leaves on time, and still gets all the credit.” “Quiet down,” another warned. “I
The phone on his desk buzzed a few times. Glancing at the screen and noticing Emily immersed in her game, he got up and stepped out of the office to take the call.“Mom, please stop setting me up on blind dates,” Justin said in a low, exasperated voice, his eyes scanning the area around him.“I'm only looking out for you. Emma’s character is questionable. She’s not the right woman for you. Don’t you trust your mother’s judgment?” Heidi’s voice on the other end of the line was tinged with urgency, worried her son might end up tricked into marrying Emma.“I’ve already broken things off with her and made it clear. Don’t bring it up again.”“You’ve broken up?” Heidi’s happiness practically radiated through the phone. “Good! Then you should meet this girl. She’s your Uncle Jimmy York’s daughter. Do you remember her?“Just one dinner, for my sake. I’ve already agreed on your behalf. If you don’t like her, I won’t push it,” she pleaded.“Fine, just this once,” he replied coldly before h
“You—” Helen shot up from the bed, her face flushed with anger. She pointed a trembling finger at Emma, who was crying like a helpless victim. She was unbelievable. She could turn black into white with just a few tears and a sob story. Helen was so furious she couldn’t even find the right words to curse her. Instead, she turned to Justin, glaring at him. He wasn’t going to fall for her lies again, was he? Zac noticed his wife losing her composure and quickly tugged at the hem of her dress, signaling her to calm down and sit back down. Then Justin suddenly shifted his focus, his sharp gaze locking onto Emma. “Then who is Nadia Lawson?”Emma’s breath hitched.“Na… Nadia Lawson? I don’t know her!”She shook her head frantically, forcing herself to keep her gaze steady and not dart around.Nadia Lawson?!They had even uncovered that name?She couldn’t admit it.She had to deny everything.Nadia had been one of the people who escaped with her that night.But
Piece by piece, the evidence was laid out. How Emma had funneled money through laundering schemes into offshore accounts. The exact timestamps of each transaction. The amount transferred to the hired gunman. Even the text messages coordinating the hit. Every detail pointed directly to Emma. The evidence was undeniable. Justin had never imagined she was capable of something like this. The fragile, helpless image she had always portrayed was nothing more than a carefully crafted mask. He wasn’t a fool—he wouldn’t have held his position if he were. But that fleeting moment when she had saved his life, and the guilt of losing her overseas, had blinded him. Because of that, he had put her on a pedestal, convinced himself she was good. And that blindness had kept him from seeing just how ruthless she really was. Behind Justin, Zac was in complete shock. The level of calculation and deception Emma had displayed was something even they, as businessmen,
Even Haley looked at Evelyn in confusion. “The person who orchestrated the car accident and tried to kill my daughter has been identified.” Evelyn spoke calmly, watching everyone's reactions closely. “Justin, don’t you want to know who the culprit is?” Justin’s gaze sharpened. Of course, he wanted to know who was behind the attempt on Haley’s life.Emma’s body went rigid. She stopped crying and stopped making excuses. The grip on her handbag tightened, fingers clutching the chain with tension. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as she glanced warily at Evelyn. There was no way she could have found out. She had been meticulous. The money had gone through multiple layers of laundering, never directly moving through any domestic banks. Even RC Corporation’s own financial institutions showed no suspicious transactions. If Justin’s resources hadn’t uncovered anything after all this time, then Evelyn couldn’t have either. With that thought, Emma’s racing heart slowly set
“Emily, what happened to your leg? Did you get hurt again?” Emma’s expression was full of concern.However, deep down, she was secretly pleased. “Why hadn’t it broken completely?” she thought to herself. No one responded to her. Ignoring the silence, she kept talking to herself. “Today was the day Aunt Heidi’s case was officially closed. I went with Justin to the funeral home to settle everything for her. On our way back, he said he wanted to come check on you.” Emma provoked as she spoke, carefully watching Emily’s reaction. In her eyes, the so-called great artist, Haley, was still the same foolish, clueless Emily from five years ago. But Haley remained indifferent, her gaze calm and unreadable, showing no sign of anger. Surprisingly, Justin reacted even more strongly than she did.He immediately denied it. “Haley, I didn’t take her to the funeral home. She followed me there on her own. I didn’t even know she had come to the hospital.” His words hit like an invi
After turning off the engine, Emma got out of the car and walked to the elevator. The screen above showed the most recent stop—the VIP luxury inpatient ward. She pressed the button and took the same elevator Justin had just used, arriving on the same floor. Meanwhile, Justin made his way past layers of security and reached the hospital room door. William, familiar with the routine, stood guard at the entrance, watching as his boss stepped inside. Pushing open the door, Justin expected to find only Haley inside. But instead, there were four people in the room, and the atmosphere felt off—like a lively conversation had suddenly come to an abrupt stop. He greeted calmly, “Mrs. Walker.”Evelyn, sitting by the hospital bed, knew that Justin had just lost two family members in a row. She didn’t want to add to his pain, so she simply nodded in acknowledgment without saying more. His arrival cast a brief silence over the room. No one resumed their conversation. Sensing th
However, Haley couldn’t leave the hospital just yet. Emma was still a threat, and until she was dealt with, Haley didn’t want to risk putting Chase and Alex in danger. The safest way to protect them was to eliminate the threat at its source. After all, Emma still had no idea she had two sons.“Have you decided what to do about Emma?” Evelyn asked. Of course, she hadn’t come to the hospital just for a visit. She had already learned the results of Richard’s investigation at home. Now, she was here to hear Haley’s plan. The daughter she had raised wasn’t some naive girl sheltered from the real world. “Mom, I want to handle this myself.” Haley replied firmly. She had always preferred to handle things on her own, especially when it came to Emma. Their feud ran deep, going back five years. If she had known back then just how ruthless Emma could be, she never would have let her live after regaining her memories. If it weren’t for Justin saving her this time… “Al
Evelyn shot Helen a quick look. Helen immediately shut her mouth. Turning back to the screen, Evelyn spoke in a coaxing tone. “I called you from upstairs, but no matter how much I called, you wouldn’t wake up. So, I had no choice but to come to the hospital alone.“If you don’t believe me, you can ask your Uncle Richard,” she added, completely straight-faced. Alex turned to Richard, who was sitting beside him. “Uncle Richard, is that true? Did Grandma really try to wake me up?” Richard was speechless for a moment. “Yes, I saw it. You were sleeping like a little pig,” he added.“Ahhh—!” Alex wailed dramatically. Chase sighed, unable to watch anymore. How could his little brother be this gullible? Even such an obvious lie had fooled him? “Alright, enough wailing.” Evelyn cut in, handing the phone over to Haley. “Your mom’s right here. You two can talk.” She knew that Alex just missed his mom. There was no need for extra words—letting them see each other was t
It was early afternoon, and Alex was taking his nap. As he slept, he had a nightmare. He dreamed that his mommy had fallen, broken her leg, and became permanently crippled. In the dream, he burst into loud sobs. His crying quickly drew the attention of Chase and Richard, who rushed into the room. “What’s wrong, Alex? Why are you crying? Did your leg cramp up in your sleep?” Richard asked anxiously, immediately reaching out to rub Alex’s leg. Since Alex trained every day, he sometimes got leg cramps while sleeping, especially during growth spurts. But ever since he had been given a few doses of their lab-developed nutrient shots, the leg cramps had stopped. Even so, Richard was worried. His hands didn’t stop massaging as he tried to soothe him. He was the only adult in the house today. Just in case something unexpected happened, he had brought a few nutrient shots with him. He got up, ready to grab one. Before he could, Alex reached out with his chubby littl
Lily had grown up with Heidi and knew her sister’s proud and domineering personality all too well. There was no way she would have taken her own life over some woman her son was involved with. The reporters online were full of nonsense. It wasn’t as if her husband, Henry, had cheated on her. He had been dead for years. She was the matriarch of the family. Was she really supposed to be bullied to death by some random woman in her son’s life? Lily didn’t believe it. At the same time, she blamed Justin for not keeping his personal affairs in check. How had his mess managed to drag her sister into it? Still, no matter how much she resented the situation, she couldn’t say it out loud. After all, Justin wasn’t her son. The media loved to stir up rumors, but gossip always needed a spark to ignite. If those two women didn’t exist, would the reporters have had anything to write about? “I understand, Aunt Lily. My mother would never take her own life. I’ll find out the tr