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The next morning was like a scene from a domestic drama. Percival and Eulalia woke up together, went through their morning routines, and sat down for breakfast. Percival’s plate was an Instagram-worthy spread of a Western breakfast—eggs, bacon, toast, the works. Eulalia, on the other hand, had a bowl of plain rice porridge, the kind of meal you’d eat when your stomach’s acting up.

Percival, who was multitasking between bites, sipped his coffee and skimmed through the newspaper. “I’ll drop you off at work later,” he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Eulalia looked up, her spoon halfway to her mouth. “I’m heading straight to Blackwell Corp today,” she replied, her tone neutral.

Percival put down his newspaper, locking eyes with her. “I can take you there; it’s on my way.”

Eulalia felt a twinge of suspicion. ‘On his way?’ she thought. Blackwell Corp was in the north, and Dunraven Corp was in the south. The two were as connected as oil and water. Was he planning to m