Leonard's gaze was deep, unreadable. "You need to shine at the Technology Creation and Sharing Summit." Elara didn't bother pretending to be polite. "So, Mr. Fisher, are you paying for all this?" Isisa chuckled. "Ms. Jones, pick whatever you like. Mr. Fisher instructed us to bring in the entire Aziona collection for you—no budget restrictions." Elara felt a flutter in her chest—so Leonard had actually considered bringing her into Dragonheart. He wanted to prepare her, to make sure she could hold her own at the summit and achieve something meaningful. This was yet another test from Leonard. "Mr. Leonard, thank you for this gift," she said, flashing him a dazzling smile. "I promise I'll pay you back a thousand times over! You won't regret investing in me." Her radiant expression was pure and unwavering. If Leonard was willing to bet on her, she was determined to bring him a massive return on his investment. Elara picked out a few gowns before heading into a private roo
"Don't do anything rash!" Tobias tried to stop him, but it was too late. "Dad, let me make one thing clear," Theodore typed furiously. "I'm a traditional man. If Elara has another man, then I'll just have to be the 'other guy.'" Tobias' hands trembled as he typed back, "Can someone who isn't loved even be a homewrecker?" Theodore went silent. Tobias sighed, switching to full-on fatherly persuasion mode. "Son, you might lack morals and you might even lack decency, but being a third wheel isn't something you can just sign up for!" Theodore sat there, utterly still. For ten years, he had lurked in the shadows, waiting, hoping—yet he hadn't even managed to qualify as a side piece. Did he still stand a chance now? He slumped back onto the couch, staring at his phone, at Elara's radiant smile—smiling at Leonard. "Then I can only wish you both the best… No! No way! I won't accept this! Who says I can't be part of this too?"He clenched his teeth. "So what if Leonar
"Merida." Leonard's calm voice carried through the living room. Merida walked over as he looked at her and asked, "Do you like Mr. Theodore?"He had overheard her conversation with Elara just moments ago. "I do!" Merida answered without hesitation. "Mr. Theodore is really nice! Whenever Mommy goes for lessons at his house, I take naps there, and I always hear angels whispering that Mr. Theodore is the best person ever!" Leonard immediately saw through Theodore's little trick. Theodore was like a cunning little fox, daring to snatch away what belonged to Leonard.He leaned down and said to Merida, "Next time, pretend to be asleep and see if the angel still whispers in your ear. The moment you hear them speak, open your eyes—then you'll finally get to see them."That was a great idea. Merida nodded at Leonard with firm determination.She couldn't wait to find out what the mysterious voice whispering in her ear really looked like.Just then, Elara emerged from her room,
The silver Mercedes pulling up behind Harvey's Maybach signaled that its passengers were also attending the Technology Creation and Sharing Summit's welcome banquet. The first person to step out was Benjamin, the heir of the Jones family.Dressed in an all-white suit, he sported a slicked-back undercut, his dark hair neatly styled on top. His skin was smooth, his expression perpetually unimpressed, as if nothing in the world could bother him. Dark circles framed his half-lidded eyes, giving him a permanently sleep-deprived look. A black stud earring glinted in one ear, and a matching black ring pierced his lower lip. The moment he stepped onto the red carpet, the media instantly recognized him. "That's Benjamin, the fake Jones heir! Even after the real daughter was found, the family still treats him like their own." 18 years ago, Benjamin had been in a serious car accident. When the doctors ran a blood test, the Jones family discovered something shocking—his blood type did
Niamh's eyes went wide the moment Elara pulled out an invitation. The usher scanned it, then gave a respectful bow. "Ms. Jones, please come in." Elara tucked the invitation back into her clutch, not sparing Niamh, Harvey, or the others even a glance. She stepped past them without hesitation, as if they were nothing more than background noise. Niamh turned to the usher, frowning. "Are you sure you read that right? Was that a real invitation? And why doesn't hers look like Harvey's?" The usher patiently explained, "That lady had a VIP Guest Invitation sent directly from the event organizers. Mr. Fisher's invitation is a corporate pass issued to participating companies." Benjamin muttered under his breath, "Sounds like the VIP one is more exclusive." Harvey's expression darkened. "As far as I know, the Summit has never given a special invitation to an ALI Math Competition winner. If she wanted to attend this event, she'd need to collaborate with a university and
"You guys at Starbound build cars! Why the hell are you trying to steal Ms. Jones from me? Move aside, I'm going first!" Several men crowded the doorway, bickering as they tried to shove past each other. None of them were willing to step back. …Inside the banquet hall, a waiter approached Elara, holding a tray of champagne flutes. She casually picked up a glass. "Ms. Jones." A familiar voice rang out. Turning, she saw the mother of one of Merida's classmates walking toward her with a bright, eager smile. Elara recognized her immediately. This was the same woman who had mocked her mercilessly when James tried to expel Merida. The same woman had also written a public apology on Instagram, only to delete it once the scandal blew over. And she was the same woman whose husband had formally issued an apology to Elara through his company's official account. Now, spotting Elara at the event, she and her husband were both stunned. But instead of keeping their
Niamh's voice was loud. She was so loud that every guest in the surrounding area turned to look. "Elara!" she shouted, making a scene. "How could you use a fake invitation to sneak in? You're humiliating the Jones family!" The man beside her, the one she had called Don, stepped forward, holding a tablet in his hands. "This lady's name is not on the guest list," he announced firmly. "I need you to leave. Immediately." A ripple of whispers spread through the onlookers. Elara remained unshaken. She tilted her head slightly, looking Don straight in the eye. "And you are?" "I'm the banquet hall manager, Don Fullerton." He raised his tablet. His tone was absolute, leaving no room for argument. "The guest list I have here does not include your name, Elara. If you refuse to leave on your own, I will have security escort you out." Elara stayed perfectly calm. "First of all, I'm not a regular guest. I'm a VIP guest. If your list only contains corporate attende
"Ms. Jones!"Several old people descended the stairs. They approached Elara excitedly. Seeing that the guests had already made way for them, their arrival immediately drew the attention of the entire room.They even seemed to be competing over who could reach her first as they walked towards her.Elara recognized Christopher. As for the others, she had seen their faces before on the lecture posters at Hawke University and Capitol University. Christopher extended his hand to her and said apologetically, "Apologies for not greeting you sooner."Elara humbly extended both hands and shook his. "Glad to meet you, Mr. Somner."The other elderly people grew more satisfied the longer they looked at her.Unable to contain his joy, one of them said to her, "Ms. Jones, please come upstairs for a conversation."As soon as the words left his mouth, the guests erupted in an uproar. The second floor was not a place where the guests gathered downstairs could go. They could see that there w
After the lawyer posted the video, he let out a sigh of relief. "Mr. Fisher, I've uploaded Niamh's apology video."He refreshed Niamh's social feed and immediately saw that Harvey was the first to like the post. Harvey turned his phone screen toward Elara, showing her Niamh's post.Without waiting for him to speak, Elara exited the stopwatch app on her phone. She didn't need any further prompting, and she signed her name on the statement of leniency.Handing the document over to the police, she smiled at Harvey and said, "Let's hope she collects 999 likes soon."Harvey was about to say something, but Elara spoke again. "I'm still looking forward to seeing Niamh take the stage at the exhibition race with Vincent and the team. The real show—where you and Niamh will lose all credibility—has yet to begin."He looked down at her with eyes filled with contempt as he scoffed. "So, you know Vincent."His gaze shifted to Lesley, radiating hostility. There was no way Elara could understand
If Harvey had been face-to-face with Niamh at that moment, he would have noticed something was off about her emotions."Mr. Fisher, I've prepared the apology script." The lawyer's voice came through the phone.Harvey glanced at the timer on Elara's phone before giving his next order. "Set up the camera and record her reading the apology."The lawyer positioned a tripod, mounted the phone, and placed the script next to it so Niamh could read it directly while looking into the camera.Niamh nearly bit through her tongue. Elara was pushing her too far!But then, a thought struck her. Once she competed in the International Racing Championship exhibition race, she would become the woman who fulfilled Dawn's last wish in Harvey's eyes. From that moment on, she would be the most irreplaceable woman by his side!As long as she could race, whatever reputation she lost now would be meaningless. The men who had once called her their "brother" would all come crawling back.The metallic tast
Elara pressed the stopwatch on her phone and held up the screen for Harvey to see. The ticking numbers on the timer flashed like bullets, each one piercing through his chest.Once upon a time, this was exactly how he had treated Elara. And now, the once-arrogant and untouchable CEO of Fisher Corp was the one strapped to a ticking time bomb.One of the officers nodded approvingly. "Ms. Jones has made a very reasonable suggestion. Mr. Fisher, please convince Niamh to record an apology video. If she can actually collect 999 likes on her post, it will help us close the case."For the first time in his life, Harvey felt as if he were being burned alive over an open flame. The feeling was unbearably stifling.His expression darkened, but he had no choice under the relentless countdown on Elara's screen. He unwillingly pulled out his phone and dialed the number.Never in his wildest dreams had he thought there would come a day when he would be forced into a corner by Elara Jones. And yet
Harvey was determined to get Elara's signed statement of leniency. But she simply smiled and asked, "Do you really think I'd ever agree to something like that?"Harvey's patience grew thin. "I'm giving you one chance to name your price."He then handed her a blank check.Elara took it as the corners of her lips curved up. "Pass me a pen."If money came knocking on her door, why not take it? Harvey glanced at his lawyer, who immediately handed her a pen.Without hesitation, Elara wrote down a number. She then handed the check back to Harvey. "Sign it first."Harvey's breath hitched the moment he saw the amount."100 million dollars?" His dark eyes were heavy with disbelief, like ink too thick to dissolve.A scornful laugh escaped him. "This is extortion!"Elara immediately turned to the police officers. "You officers saw that, didn't you? Harvey handed me a blank check and asked me to fill it in. Now that I have, he's accusing me of extortion. Isn't this entrapment?"Both offi
Harvey's mocking expression froze on his face.At that moment, Elara had just stepped out of the shower. Her hair was still damp, clinging to her shoulders and neck.The wet strands stuck to her slender collarbone, and the fabric of her clothes darkened where the moisture had seeped through. Her fair skin carried a delicate flush, still warm from the bath.Harvey's gaze lingered on her for a moment. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing tightened involuntarily. The two officers exchanged knowing looks as their gazes shifted toward Harvey.Harvey let out a short, bitter laugh. "Elara, are you doing this on purpose? You think this is the same as me and Niamh?""Mr. Fisher," one of the officers interrupted, "Let go of the collar first. Right now, you're trespassing and causing a disturbance."Elara lowered the mop, and Harvey finally released his grip on Lesley's shirt. She immediately pulled Lesley behind her, shielding her protectively.Lesley's face had gone pale. The momen
Harvey lifted his gaze and double-checked the apartment number. It was correct. This was the place Elara rented with Merida.Standing in front of him was Lesley, dressed in gray plaid pajamas that leaned toward a more androgynous style. She had even thrown on a loose-fitting loungewear jacket over them.She had just been about to start her skincare routine, so her bangs were pushed up with a sports headband, making her look even more like a fresh-faced, youthful young man."Harvey Fisher!" Lesley's expression turned instantly cold.She had never formally met Harvey face-to-face. Five years ago, there had been a few times she spotted him from a distance, but that was it.However, she had done her research. The moment she found out about Elara's divorce, Harvey's photo became her personal dartboard.Harvey's sharp, oppressive gaze swept over Lesley's face. The suffocating pressure he exuded burst out like a wave, filling the narrow space. "Lesley Lupone, is it?"Like a monarch iss
Theodore paced back and forth by the sofa twice before dialing Finnegan's number."Hello?" Finnegan answered in an irritated tone, but before he could say anything more, Theodore's anxious voice shot through the receiver."My dearest brother-in-law, hurry up and take Merida away! Elara finally reunited with an old flame, so no one should disturb them! She has a big race next week, and I only care about her physical condition!"After whatever happens between her and Lesley tonight, she can't afford to fool around anymore!" As he said this, a sharp pain twisted in Theodore's chest.Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Finnegan was in the middle of a workout at the gym. His deep blue quick-dry shirt had darkened with sweat, clinging to his broad chest and sculpted muscles. Beads of moisture dripped from his closely cropped hair, each strand standing on end like a porcupine's quills.Finnegan pressed his lips together, his breath steady but heavy. The damp fabric of his shirt outl
It was Elara who had pulled her up and brought her to Capitol. Compared to Elara, her own abilities seemed mediocre.During Lesley's first year in Capitol, it was Elara who supported her, using her own scholarship money to cover her expenses. When Elara was recruited into the Moonchaser Racing Club, she recommended Lesley to her agent as her navigator.Meanwhile, Vincent and the others had been hired as highly paid international engineers. In the beginning, Lesley had no way of communicating with them. It was Elara who always held her hand and helped her run forward.When they parted ways, Elara had poured most of her money into Lesley, sending her abroad for further studies."When I was 14, Mr. Leonard Fisher brought me to the Capitol. He dressed me in the finest clothes, gave me the most expensive imported stationery, provided me with a car, and let me live in a private apartment."He did all this not to spoil me, but to free me from unnecessary labor and pointless social intera
Lesley remained speechless in the face of Theodore's threat.That night, Elara prepared a full table of home-cooked dishes. When Lesley saw that they were all the foods she used to love, her eyes instantly grew warm with emotion.She sat beside Elara, eating her creamy garlic pork chops while savoring every bite as if she could swallow her own tongue.Lesley devoured her food like a starving tiger, taking huge mouthfuls. When she noticed Merida staring at her in awe, her face turned red with embarrassment."Sorry, Merida."Merida shook her head. "So, it's not just me who thinks Mommy's cooking is amazing! Lesley, eat as much as you want!"Back when Elara lived with the Fishers, Ethel had made her responsible for preparing meals for Harvey and the children. Yet every time she cooked, Harvey and Beau would nitpick and find faults.Beau had grown accustomed to Elara's cooking, but he always acted as if he were eating it begrudgingly."Beau, if you really don't want to eat it, then