Baxter truly felt for Cilix.He knew the man had wanted to donate the painting, but no matter how much empathy he felt, a fake was a fake.It just could not be accepted as a real artifact. The whole point of a donation would be lost. Baxter rubbed his nose, a nervous habit, and offered a compromise."This painting is a copy, sure, but it's so close to the real deal that it could fool anyone. It's got some value for study. The museum could buy it from you instead, Mr. Sanders. What do you say?"Baxter hinted that the donation was off the table, and the price would be modest at best.Cilix's face lost some of its color as he smiled wryly. "If it's valuable for research, then I insist it goes to the museum. In the hands of a regular guy like me, it's pretty much worthless."Baxter winced. "Then, the donation certificate will have to be a plain one."Cilix dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. "For a replica? It doesn't need a fancy certificate."Relieved, Baxter grasped Ci
Madeline straightened up from her slouched position, her eyes locking with Trevon's. "What are you getting at?"Trevon let out a ridiculing chuckle. "You might fool everyone else, but not me. Your face gave you away when you inspected the painting at the auction. Caleb was acting off too. You kept blocking Caleb from placing his bids. Are you really going to sit there and tell me you had no clue the painting was forged?"Madeline's laugh was tinged with contempt. "Mr. Gibson, you're giving me too much credit. Even Mr. Jurado and his crew couldn't spot the fake. How could I?""No, you knew. I'm sure of it."Trevon's conviction was unshakable. Since the car crash, he learned never to underestimate anyone. He had seen enough of Madeline's artwork to recognize her talent—it was exceptional, even more so than some of the artists at Xystos Tech."Don't bother denying it. If you're innocent, prove it. Show me your messages with Caleb."Madeline's fingers twitched subtly as she lowered h
The car door slammed shut. The black Maybach zoomed off, only to stop again 50 meters down the road. Madeline's purse was tossed out, and its contents—a phone, folic acid pills, and more—spilled across the pavement. In her rush, she had left it behind.Trevon probably thought she did it on purpose, hoping for an excuse to get back in. Madeline strode over and picked up her things. The autumn wind was sharp, but it could not touch the chill in her heart. She looked at the deserted road with no cars in sight and let out a silent, bitter laugh. Inside the Maybach, Daniel spoke up. "It's not safe for a woman to walk alone at night. Mr. Gibson, we should go back for her."Trevon's expression was icy as he replied, "Just look at her. She's out of control. If we don't set her straight, she'll be walking all over me next!" Daniel replied, "She's just upset right now. Mr. Gibson, there's no need to take it to heart. Besides, being out on these streets at night is unsafe. Anything could
Trevon rushed to the hospital.Lydia, who had checked out to attend an auction, had collapsed and was then back in the emergency room. Her voice cracked through the phone, begging him to save her, though she left out the details.Trevon could not shake the worry, so he showed up.In the hospital room, Lydia was crying into her blanket—a heartbreaking sight.When Trevon walked in, she was stunned. "Trevon? Is it really you?"Ignoring the IV in her arm, she slipped out of bed, barefoot, and ran straight into his arms. "Trevon, it's really you! I thought you gave up on me too."Trevon tensed for a moment but quickly embraced her, gently guiding her back to bed.After getting the nurse to fix her IV, he soothed Lydia's worries.Lydia clung to him. "Dad's furious about the fake painting I bought. He's threatening to throw me out. Trevon, do you think he'd really do it?"Trevon could not hide his contempt for Cilix's reaction.All that over a painting? To say such things to his own
A bone-deep chill seized Trevon. His blood turned to ice, and his grip on the phone became rigid, almost paralyzed.After what felt like an eternity, he croaked out, "Why do you have Madeline's phone?""Madeline? Is that the owner's name?""I'm asking you, how did you get this phone?!" Trevon's voice thundered, startling the person on the other end."The phone was found on Green Jubilee Road. If you know the owner, you should come to the police station to claim it."Trevon's heart skipped a beat. "What are you saying? What do you mean it was found on Green Jubilee Road? Explain yourself."However, it was too late. The person had already hung up, rattled by Trevon's outburst.Staring at the disconnected call, Trevon's hand began to shake uncontrollably. He steadied it with his other hand and murmured, "Let's head to the police station."Daniel was just as panicked. The news report, the urgent voice on the call, and Trevon's look of dread—all signs pointed to trouble brewing.Da
"Ahh!"Madeline bolted upright in bed.In her nightmare, a shadowy figure in black chased her, and she could not shake him off no matter how fast she ran. Then, she stumbled, and the figure drove a dagger down toward her with a cruel smirk.The fear was still coiled inside her.Madeline rubbed her temples, trying to steady her pounding heart. The room brightened as the light flicked on. Bernard stood in the doorway, his face a mask of calm concern as he asked softly, "Maddie, you good?"Blinking away the sleep, Madeline smiled feebly. "I'm okay. It was just a nightmare."Bernard smiled slightly before he got her a cup of hot water."Thanks," she murmured.Bernard gave a weary shake of his head and settled onto a nearby stool, staying silent.Madeline took a sip of water. She sighed in relief and eased back against the headboard.Madeline was being followed, but Bernard had swiftly yanked her into a shadowy nook, narrowly dodging trouble.The distant wail of a police sire
Perched high in the tree, the girl's face was a blank mask. Her arms were outstretched like fractured wings, poised as though she might dive down at any moment.She appeared to be 16 or 17 years old, yet her eyes showed hopelessness. What had driven her to such depths of despair?Madeline had no time for such thoughts and called out to the girl. "Hey, there. Do you know where I can grab a bite to eat?"The girl looked down slowly, pointing in a direction.Madeline smiled brightly. "Mind showing me the way?"The girl paused before replying, "If I do, could you treat me to some boba?"Madeline's smile widened. "Absolutely."With swift grace, the girl descended from the tree. "Come on."Their walk was silent, Madeline keeping pace without urgency. By the time they reached the breakfast vendor, there were not many options left.Madeline got herself an oatmeal and offered the girl a bun.She shook her head. "I'd rather have boba."Madeline pressed the bun into her hand. "No worri
Jazzy was escorted into the office.Madeline had pieced together the story from the chatty doorman.The orphanage was filled mostly with kids without families. However, Jazzy's story was even more heart-wrenching.She was kidnapped at three years old, and probably since she was a girl, she was not sold.She spent her days begging on the streets until the police found her. Back then, beggars like her were part of a grim operation, forced to give up most of their earnings, keeping just enough to survive.Jazzy was sharp. She worked her corner well and never skimmed off the top, which meant she grew up with little trouble.She was unlike some of the other kids they found, many of whom were maimed.Too young to find her real parents, Jazzy ended up at the orphanage.The head of the home, touched by her tough start in life, was determined to find her a loving adoptive family. That was how she landed with the Quigg family.The Quiggs had it good, and Jazzy seemingly did too, for a w
That batch of red wine did not look too strong, but it packed a punch.As the trio kept drinking, they slowly started to feel the buzz.Yeneth, glass in hand, her cheeks a rosy red, ranted, "Don't employees' lives count for anything? Overtime, day in and day out! It's enough to wear out a horse!"That darn Camden, always harping on about performance, about profits! Is game development just about the bottom line? What happened to the heart? Rubbish!"For a moment, she thought she saw Camden's face, and in a fit of anger, Yeneth tried to slap it away, nearly tumbling into her wine glass instead.Madeline, startled, rushed to steady her.Yeneth, still wobbly, stood up on her own, fixing Trevon with a steely gaze and said icily, "You're just another greedy capitalist."Trevon sat there, calm and collected, but his delayed movements and the occasional glint of bewilderment in his eyes betrayed his inebriation to Madeline.When Yeneth spoke up, he turned his head slowly, locking eyes
Madeline, caught up in the conversation with Caleb and Yeneth, turned around in shock at Trevon's question.He had just declared he would not touch a drop, and he was suddenly reaching for the wine?However, she let it go without a question.The red wine was smooth and inviting. If he felt like drinking, why not?Trevon grunted a greeting into his phone. "Mr. Caleb Jabs."Caleb snapped out of his reverie, returning the greeting with a subdued nod, his gaze deepening.Yeneth, caught between awkwardness and concern, glanced at Caleb. She was about to speak when a glamorous doctor in a white coat appeared beside him on the screen.The doctor, Camila Jervis, peered at the screen, her smile teasing. "Mr. Caleb Jabs, are you chatting with your girlfriend?"Two women were on the screen, leaving it unclear whom she meant.Caleb shook his head, offering no explanation, and instead asked, "Dr. Jervis, what's up?"Camila arched an eyebrow, not prying further. "The professor's ready to s
Yahir sipped his cola, feeling utterly dejected.He had bolted from the Lewis family feast, even at the risk of getting caught, just to pocket two bottles of Lafite.They were not the prized '1982' edition, but they were still pretty decent.His mom's constant marriage talk was a drag, but her taste in wine was impeccable. He was all set for a night of no-holds-barred drinking with Trevon.However, Trevon dragged him over to Madeline's, and under the pretext of her pregnancy, confiscated all the wine.Then, it sat tauntingly in the wine cabinet.Yahir gazed at it, each bottle seeming to whisper seductively."Come on, come have a taste."It was pure torture!He took another swig of cola."Whoa!"Yeneth's shout came out of nowhere.Yahir choked mid-sip.The cola fizz popped like fireworks in his throat, sending him into a coughing frenzy, his face flushing a deep crimson as the soda splashed across the floor.Madeline jumped at his coughing spectacle, hastily grabbing a tis
Madeline swung open the kitchen door to find Yahir wrapping his arms around Yeneth from behind, as if he could not bear to let her go.Her mind, already a whirlwind of thoughts, was completely thrown."What in the world..."Madeline was puzzled as she returned from the kitchen. She had only stepped away to make a call, and then Yeneth and Yahir were locked in an embrace.Yeneth tried to explain, "Madeline, this isn't what it looks like. I was just—"However, Yahir clamped a hand over her mouth, grinning at Madeline. "We're just playing around, Madeline. Hey, do you have any wine glasses? We need four. Let's celebrate!"Trevon stepped out from behind Madeline, his composed facade unbroken. "Lost your head? She's pregnant. Think she can drink?"Yahir smacked his forehead. "Oh, man. I totally spaced on that."Once Yeneth wriggled free, she took a deep breath and delivered a sharp kick to Yahir's leg. "Get off me!"She kicked with all her might, hitting Yahir's shin and sending a
At that moment, Trevon seemed to freeze, then he straightened his posture. "Madeline, Liam's role is to be your close protection, to ensure your safety."Madeline had faced too many close calls, and he could not shake his concern for her.However, she was fiercely independent. If it were up to him, he would keep her tethered to his side.Madeline let out a derisive snort. She knew Xoan well enough to know he could dig up information on Yoana, but not with such speed and precision.Xoan claimed Liam was the one who had lent a hand.Madeline knew Liam. That had Trevon's fingerprints all over it."Do you really think I've become so dim-witted from pregnancy that I can't think straight?"Trevon looked at her, a mix of frustration and affection in his eyes.She had once been so sweet and compliant. Then, she became so sharp and quick-witted, a match even for him.However, he preferred her that way."Madeline, I'm just looking out for you."Trevon had an insatiable need to know ev
"Madeline, I've got the scoop on Yoana," Xoan said.Madeline was taken aback. "So soon?"Xoan let out a sly chuckle. "It wouldn't have been this quick, but Liam lent us a hand."Madeline stole a quick look at Trevon, then cast her gaze downward.Fifteen years back, Yoana was forced out of the Sanders Group—a victim of Cilix's cunning plot.It was not just a simple resignation as Bella had naively believed. Yoana was secretly saddled with a mountain of debt.Cilix did not stop there. He tarnished Yoana's name throughout the industry.She could not land a respectable job to save her life.Her personal life was total chaos.Her husband, Jim Livingston, who was once a low-level office worker, had dived into business on the back of Yoana's earnings and made a pretty penny.However, when the bill came due, Yoana hit a wall. Jim had sent all his cash back to his folks, leaving peanuts behind.Yoana was floored. A decade of hard work, and not a dime to show for it.When she begged
Madeline swung the door open to find Trevon on her doorstep, her eyebrows knitting together in a frown.Before she could get a word out, Yahir popped up from behind him with a grin. "Happy New Year, Madeline!"He waved a container of homemade goodies.Those two had nearly fought that morning, and then they were as chummy as can be—though Trevon looked like he would rather be anywhere else. However, he bit his tongue and kept quiet.With the Gibsons and the Lewises all cozied up for a New Year's feast, what on earth were those two doing there?Yahir's face fell. "Madeline, you've got no idea. My mom's a force of nature. Can you believe she's still dragging me to blind dates on New Year's Eve? I just had to bail."Madeline could not help but think about Liliana's earlier enthusiasm for rallying the troops and was at a loss for words."What about you, Trevon? What brings you here?" Madeline asked.Trevon pursed his lips. He was looking a little quiet too.Edith had been on his ca
Madeline walked into her house and immediately sensed something was up. She nudged the door wider and there was Yeneth, sparking an involuntary grin on her face."I thought you were going to be hibernating today?"Yeneth had been swamped with the Skylandia project, barely getting any sleep. She had texted Madeline about sleeping in on her day off.With a shrug and a smirk, Yeneth said, "Guess I'm just wired to work. Woke up at the crack of dawn, hung around in bed not to wake you, and by the time I showed up, you were already out and about."Madeline shut the door behind her, musing aloud."I've been turning it over in my mind. All this press and pest hunting is kid's play for the Sanders Group. To really take them on, we've got to… Yank the carpet out from under them?" Yeneth's smile was the answer Madeline needed as she shared her strategy."How's that sound?"Yeneth's thumbs-up was quick, but her frown came just as fast. "Fashion's a shark tank, and jumping in now? That's r
Madeline's request left Yoana taken aback.A wry smile crossed her face. "What can I possibly help you with at my age?"Madeline grasped her hand with conviction. "No, Mrs. Reed, you're the only one who can do this favor for me."Yoana looked down, her expression unreadable, and whispered, "You're giving me too much credit. Besides, with my background, there's no way I can go back to working with the Sanders Group. I have a couple of pairs of baby shoes here. Take them as a baby shower gift for your little ones."Madeline realized Yoana had gotten the wrong idea, thinking she was there about the Sanders Group or Cilix, and felt a twinge of disappointment."Mrs. Reed, please don't reject my request just yet. I'm planning to start my own fashion label. Everything Is underway, but I'm still missing one crucial piece—a designer."Madeline shared her vision.Yoana's eyebrows shot up in surprise when she heard Madeline's vision for her new company."That sounds just like the Sanders