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Sitting across from the delicacies spread on the vast table, Heidi supported her cheeks with both hands. She let out a sigh, wondering why her husband was taking so long outside. Lucas appeared to have forgotten their anniversary, despite Heidi dropping hints for the past few days. He never brought up the topic and was always conveniently busy whenever she tried to discuss it. Hoping to surprise him, she eagerly awaited the sound of his footsteps from the doorway. Bang! A deafening sound startled her, and through her blurry vision, a stack of documents appeared in front of her. âSign it, Heidi. Weâre getting a divorce,â Lucasâs cold voice reached her ears. Frowning, Heidiâs eyes returned to the documents, and she read the words written boldly at the top. âA divorce agreement?â She shook her head and chuckled, convinced it was a silly dream. Lucas would never divorce her. Heidi picked up the documents from the desk and flipped through them. Then she pinched herself. The reality h
⌠At Skyline Restaurant. The atmosphere was a mix of joy and tension as Lucas sat across from Tracy. His father and stepmother, a couple deeply engrossed in conversation, sat beside each other.âWho would have thought that Tracy would ever return?â Mrs. Harrison beamed.âI also thought she would spend the rest of her life abroad,â Mr. Harrison chuckled. âWhen you went there to study, we hoped you would come back often, but you didnât.ââOh, Uncle⌠AuntyâŚ" Tracy smiled bashfully, lowering her head. âI always had it in mind to return. How could I not when everything I love is here?âWith those words, she cast a meaningful gaze at Lucas, who seemed lost in thought, silently eating his food.âWell, your return is worth celebrating,â Mrs. Harrison declared, the most joyous of them all. She had been disappointed when Tracy left for studies abroad, especially since it marked the end of her relationship with Lucas. If only Tracy had stayed, Lucas might never have married the girl his grandf
The Olsen Family Mansion buzzed with activity the next day. As Heidi stepped into the house, she felt like she had just walked into a new world.Despite three years passing, everything seemed oddly unchanged. Whispers of recognition followed her every step.âThe Young Miss is back.ââReally? I thought I was imagining things. Our Young Missâs complexion is brighter, and her hair is shinier. This lady is just skin and bones.ââAre you sure it is our Young Miss? She might resemble her,â questioned the skeptical whispers.The servantsâ gasps of astonishment spread across the compound as they spoke in hushed tones, all casting strange looks in Heidiâs direction. She heard their conversations and a bitter smile formed on her face.For three long years, she had deliberately kept her distance from the mansion. It wasnât enough time to erase her identity, but it had certainly worked its magic on her appearance. The reason the servants couldnât recognize her was that her appearance had indeed c
Inside the towering skyscraper of the GK Group...Lucas stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his frigid frame unmoving. The cold, sterile light of the office cast shadows across his face, revealing a tense mask that concealed the boiling rage inside him.His eyes were fixed on the bustling city below, yet the image of her leaning into another manâs arms flashed in his mind.âMr. Harrison,â his secretary, Amanda, walked into the office.Lucas seemed lost in his thoughts. The secretary had been knocking for a while but received no response.âMr. Harrison.â Clearing her throat, Amanda called his attention again. âI am here with the reports.âRemembering the assignment heâd given his secretary, Lucas snapped out of his thoughts. He strolled back to his swivel chair and sat down.âWhat did you find?ââRegarding Mrs. Harrisonâs whereaboutsâŚâ she watched the manâs expression carefully before reporting, âI am afraid to tell you that her provided address is false. No one in the Metrolift Apar
[Yes, Ms. Carlson. Everything is set.] The reply came instantly. Tracy dropped her phone and wrapped both hands around Lucasâs arm as he stared out of the window.The car pulled over in front of the hotel. Lucas was somewhat surprised to find paparazzi present; after all, it wasnât some extravagant business dinner. He might have declined the invitation if not for Tracyâs request.As they emerged from the car, a dazzling display of flashes and shutters greeted them. The paparazzi were in a frenzy, capturing every moment as if it were a cinematic event. The questions came like rapid-fire, each one attempting to unveil the mystery behind the couple.âMr. Harrison, what a splendid surprise. For the first time in history, you have a woman by your side. May we know who this lucky lady is?ââIsnât she the Young Mistress of the Carlson Household? There have been rumors that Mr. Harrison and Ms. Carlson are in a relationship. Is it true?ââMr. Harrison is one of the most eligible bachelors in
At StriveStyle Co. âI heard we are getting a new CEO soon.â âHa! You must be joking. Who is that unlucky person?â âStriveStyle Co. is practically a sinking ship. I canât imagine anyone willingly stepping into the CEO role.â âUnless it is someone as greedy as the former CEO who laundered money mercilessly.â The employees were in a frenzy. Some of them even bumped into Heidi as they rushed to get to the conference room early. Heidi didnât walk in the same direction, though. Her new assistant hurried up to her, panting heavily. âI- I am so sorry, Ms. Olsen. I was still setting up your office; I couldnât receive you at the parking lot. Please overlook my mistake; this is the last time, I promise.â âRelax.â Heidi smiled. âWhere are the reports I requested?â âHere, Iâve printed them out.â The assistant handed her a documents folder. âThey have all the information you need, Ms. Olsen.â âGood.â Heidi flipped through the papers. Her brows knitted while skimming through the content, th
Phoenix Cityâs First Hospital stood proudly in the heart of the city, just a stoneâs throw away from StriveStyle Co. Heidi swiftly arrived, making her way through the hospitalâs entrance. The staff, familiar with her due to GK Groupâs significant ownership, directed her straight to the emergency room. Although Lucas hadnât publicly declared their marriage, this hospital was one of the few places where Heidi was acknowledged as a member of the Harrison Family. âHow is Grandpaâs condition?â Heidi asked, encountering the doctor emerging from the emergency room. Sweaty and out of breath from her hurried arrival, anxiety gripped her as she feared Grandpa Winstonâs condition might be more severe this time. âTell me, Doc. What exactly happened to Grandpa Winston?â âDo you even deserve to know?â a familiar yet cold voice interrupted from behind. Heidi turned to find herself face-to-face with Lucas.âWhat's wrong with you? You're the one who called me to come to visit your Grandpa!â Hend
Tracy paused, feeling the weight of the tension in the room. The air grew heavy, and the once cheerful expression on Grandpa Winstonâs face twisted into a deep scowl.âI asked you, who gave her permission to come here?â Grandpa Winstonâs voice cut through the tense silence.âGrandpa Winston, please calm down,â the Young Nurse interjected, her voice trembling with concern. She feared his anger might exacerbate his illness.âGrandpa, donât you remember her? Sheâs Tracy,â Lucas said, trying to bridge the connection.âSo what!?â Grandpa Winston snapped, his displeasure evident.Seeing the same girl he had seen on the TV with his grandson, was it possible that the news wasnât fake? Otherwise, why would she also come here? âBefore I count to two, I want her out of this place,â Grandpa Winston demanded.âBut, GrandpaâŚâ Lucas looked dissatisfied. âTracy is here to check on you.ââY-You.â Grandpa Winstonâs hand shook. Tracy could sense the brewing conflict between Lucas and his grandfather.