Harvey had long forgotten where he had placed that scarf. But he remembered Elara once telling him that she had designed the pattern herself.A scarf with a custom design that couldn't be bought in stores—it had to be handmade by Elara!Harvey first searched through their household purchase records and found that Elara had bought a large quantity of yarn.A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. This confirmed it—the scarf was definitely hand-knitted by Elara. Then, his gaze froze on another item in the same order: an automatic knitting machine…That thing… She must have bought it to knit scarves, gloves, and hats for the kids, right?Elara had made so many things for the children—there was no way she could have done it all by hand.Harvey quickly pulled up the surveillance footage and found the moment Elara was using that very machine. She even thought the machine was too slow and modified it with a power drill.Ten minutes later, a perfectly knitted scarf slid out from the machin
Harvey rewound the surveillance footage, setting it back to seven years ago. In their first year of marriage, Elara always cooked for him herself.She would sit in the dining room, waiting by the table for him to come home. She personally took care of his clothes, carefully selecting his ties and cufflinks.Harvey watched as, on one particular night, she stood beside the trash can for a long time. Her head was lowered as she threw away the meal she had prepared for him—because he never came home to eat.So, love really could be worn down to nothing in a short amount of time. She could have left the Fisher family much earlier, yet she still chose to bear his children.Leonard's voice echoed in his mind, "She spent seven years in the Fisher family for a much greater goal."What was the greater goal? Harvey had a vague idea, but he refused to acknowledge it.He pulled out Niamh's old phone and pressed play on a recorded audio file."Niamh, where's my sister-in-law? I can't find her
"I regret driving you away. I want to eat the soup you used to make for me, and the lactose-free cakes you baked…"Beau bit down on his lower lip, limping as he made his way toward the stray cats.He shooed them away, grabbed the disposable plastic bowl from the ground, and scooped up the noodles with his hands before shoving them into his mouth.The soup had gone cold, but at last, the taste of his mother's cooking returned to his lips. Tears streamed down Beau's face as he ate.The stray cats hissed at him angrily, some even lunging at his legs, trying to reclaim their stolen meal."Beau! What the hell are you doing?"Harvey strode toward him. His voice was sharp with disbelief. Beau turned his head to look at him.His son's tear-streaked face was covered in ripped apart soft noodles."Are you out of your mind? You're even stealing food from stray cats?"Harvey had seen with his own eyes how Beau had snatched the plastic bowl away. At first, he assumed his son was just plann
For a brief moment, Elara felt herself slipping into a daze. Disjointed images surfaced in her mind—memories she thought she had long buried.It was now unearthed as if by a ruthless spade, bringing with it the sickening stench of decay.She had always known that Daphne had sold her. Her first foster parents never bothered to hide the truth when they beat and berated her.After getting pregnant, Daphne had staged a dramatic escape. She gave birth to a baby girl at a small-town hospital but spent her days sighing in despair.A female nurse, noticing her distress, had asked what was wrong.Daphne had confided in her, explaining that her relationship with Abel had been met with fierce opposition from his family.She had pinned all her hopes on giving birth to a son, believing that a male heir would secure her place in the Jones family. But now, with a daughter in her arms, the thought of having to struggle against the Jones family for years to come brought her to tears.Struck by a
Gianna immediately grabbed Elara by the chin and forcibly turned her face toward Gabriel."Your son has a crippled old man who collects junk for a father—he's never going to find a wife! You might as well buy her and make her his bride. I'll sell her for three thousand bucks!"She held up three fingers.Gabriel's lips trembled at his. He didn't have that kind of money, and he glanced at Elara somewhat helplessly.Seeing he couldn't afford it, Gianna cursed under her breath and told him to get lost.Gabriel simply took Finnegan's hand, and the two of them left. At that moment, Finnegan's expression was cold and unreadable.Elara remained with the Sacco family for another three months. At some point, the police came by, recorded the household's information, and left.She couldn't remember exactly which day it was, but she recalled curling up beside the kitchen sink, burning with a fever so high that she stopped reacting to the beatings and insults. It was as if her body no longer
Elara asked her, "What do I get out of working with you?"Priscilla smiled and handed her an iPad. "I have a project you can invest in. You provide the technology, I provide the funding, and we split the profits evenly."If you're smart, Ms. Jones, you won't let this opportunity slip away."Elara carefully reviewed the project details and was surprised.It just so happened that she had been researching a similar concept. However, she had put her ideas on hold because, even if she perfected the technology, she lacked a complete system to bring it to market.The project Priscilla was offering was backed by the Capitol government, with Fisher Corp providing new technology for the front-end implementation.Priscilla had already invested a significant amount of money into it. If she was now offering it up for collaboration, it was either a bluff or her technical team had hit a wall.Considering Priscilla knew she had studied under Leonard, it was highly likely she wanted access to Le
"Ah!" Harold let out a pained cry as Elara yanked her arm free from his grip and stepped back."Elara, it's me!" Harold clutched the side of his face, which was already swelling from the blow.Elara concealed the disdain in her eyes and said coolly, "Oh, it's you, Dr. Judd. I thought I was being attacked by some thug."Beside Harold stood a foreigner, who froze for a moment upon seeing Elara's face.Harold rubbed his bruised cheek, grimacing. "A place like The Mirage wouldn't have thugs roaming around. I just wanted to ask—what are you doing here?"Elara turned the question back on him. "What about you? What are you doing here?"Harold glanced at the man beside him before smiling. "I'm here for a business engagement."The foreigner simply nodded at Elara in greeting, and she responded with the same courtesy before turning to Harold. "Well, I'll be on my way then."She made a move to leave, but Harold quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path."Elara, I've been trying
The foreign man standing nearby was immediately captivated by Priscilla's striking beauty. Meanwhile, Priscilla stepped forward and slapped Harold hard across the face."Where did this mutt come from, daring to make a mess at The Mirage? Do you think this is a place where you can piss and shit wherever you like?"Before Harold could react, Priscilla aimed a swift kick right between his legs."Argh!" Harold collapsed onto the ground, his wailing turning into a shrill, distorted cry.With an iPad encased in a protective cover shaped like a knife handle, Priscilla gripped the "hilt" and began smashing the device down on Harold's head three times."You had the nerve to harass someone under my protection? You must be tired of living, huh? Fine, I'll send you straight to hell to your great-grandparents!"The foreign man who had accompanied Harold hesitated, wanting to step in. But Priscilla's overwhelming presence stopped him in his tracks—his hands lifted slightly, yet he didn't dare
Harold smiled as he explained, "Of course, they're talking about the most prominent figure in all of Capitol."Although Angie had lived in Melcina for years, she still kept up with the major gossip surrounding Capitol's elite families.And when it came to the most famous heir of the Snapp family, none other than Theodore came to mind. His reputation was practically legendary—everything he touched turned to gold. It was as if, with just a flick of his fingers, he could rise to the top of any industry."Does he have any business dealings with Quantum Tech?" she asked.Harold replied, "Ms. Price is interested in having Mr. Snapp's firm, Polaris Law Firm, take over Quantum Tech's legal affairs."The moment Harold said this, Angie understood that Priscilla clearly had an ulterior motive. She must be looking to shift her business focus back to Eucon, and using Quantum Tech to pull Theodore into her orbit was the first step."So, that means Mr. Snapp's visit is to discuss a legal partne
When Angie realized what she'd been saying, she quickly apologized, "Sorry, Leonard, for making you listen to my complaints all this time.""It's fine." Leonard's cool voice resonated like a struck bronze bell, sending subtle vibrations through her heart.This was the first time Angie had managed to keep Leonard on the phone for so long, though their entire conversation revolved around Elara.Leonard showing such rare patience made Angie's lips curve upward in delight."Can I call you again in the future?" She ventured the bold question, though anxiety churned inside."You may call if it's regarding Quantum Tech matters."He had glimpsed an Elara who was completely different from the respectful woman he knew through Angie's words. So, she had a temper too—how intriguing.Angie's smile stretched ear to ear as she continued, "Leonard, thank you for listening to my grievances.""Oh, right."Suddenly remembering something, Angie added, "Quantum Tech has a front-end project collabo
Angie visibly flushed with embarrassment, and the other employees fell silent. Some immediately lowered their heads to focus on their meals, while others held their breath, pressing their lips together to control their expressions."Angie's been abroad too long—she's not used to strict workplace hierarchies," Samuel defended her, raising his voice."Elara, now that you're CEO, you just can't wait for everyone to bow and scrape before you, huh? You might not realize this, but modern workplaces emphasize equality—we all address each other as colleagues now."His mocking tone was unmistakable. As the eldest son of the Quinn family, he clearly didn't take Elara seriously.Elara met his disdainful gaze. "Fine."She continued calmly, "Then let's abolish internal titles at Quantum Tech. All employees will be leveled equally, with salaries determined by performance. Anyone above L4 will be downgraded to L4, so there's true equality across the board. That's the only way to eliminate workpl
When Elara came to her senses, she noticed Leonard was already gone—and Angie had disappeared with him.The nature of Leonard and Angie's relationship was undeniably intriguing, but since Leonard chose not to share, Elara felt it would be improper to pry into her elder's private affairs.She then joined the other Quantum Tech employees in seeing off the city officials. Harold immediately seized the chance to cozy up to her. "Elara, I'm dying to know—how did you become Quantum Tech's leader?"He continued eagerly, "I've been helping out at Quantum Tech recently. Ohm Technologies and my lab are collaborating on a project with them."Elara merely nodded, showing no interest in further conversation.Undeterred, Harold pressed on. "Let me introduce you to everyone at Quantum Tech."His enthusiasm was purely for show—he wanted the company to know he had special connections with Elara."You know Mr. Quinn, right?" he asked, making introductions.Elara glanced at the sharp-featured man
"Elara, you're the developer of the Prism project? Why have I never heard you mention this before?" Harold blurted out in confusion.After processing this information, he suddenly remembered Priscilla's second statement. He blinked, wondering if he'd misheard.He immediately turned to Samuel beside him. "Did I hear that wrong? It's so noisy here—what did Ms. Price just say? Who's Quantum Tech's leader?"Samuel's expression stiffened visibly.Meanwhile, Angie stared at Elara with suspicion. "What kind of deal did you make with Ms. Price? How could you possibly be Quantum Tech's lead?"Her instincts told her there had to be some mistake. She'd investigated Elara earlier. She was just a woman who dropped out of her direct PhD program at Capitol University to get married and become a housewife, without any substantial work experience.Someone like Elara might qualify as a janitor at Quantum Tech at best."What qualifications does she have to lead Quantum Tech?" Samuel muttered under
"My apologies, Ms. Price, the alarms in the data center are too loud. Let's switch to a video call."As she spoke, Elara connected her phone to the projection system. Priscilla tapped her screen to enable video, and in the next second, her face appeared on the large display.Everyone looked up at the screen in surprise. Angie even gasped. "Ms. Price?" From Priscilla's perspective, her phone only showed Elara's face through the camera feed."Ms. Price, I'm already in the data center. Please give your instructions," Elara continued.Her tone remained perfectly neutral. Priscilla responded, "You're Quantum Tech's leader. What professional guidance could I possibly give you?"Elara turned on the speakerphone, amplifying Priscilla's voice through the room. Amidst the urgent wailing of alarms, Priscilla's words sounded almost surreal. The surrounding crowd struggled to process what was happening."Elara Jones, do you realize city officials are inspecting Quantum Tech today? With the
Angie led the group into the digital data center."Good afternoon, Ms. Shelton." The employees greeted her with deep respect, their gazes filled with admiration.Angie maintained an aloof demeanor as she asked, "How's the testing on Prism's data coming along?""The basic framework is stable now. We're currently fine-tuning the details of Prism's database."Angie nodded. "Run the Prism system for our guests.""Uh... About that—"The staff hesitated. "We haven't fully mastered this framework yet..."Angie frowned. "After all this time, you still haven't figured it out?"Seeing their uneasy expressions, she sighed. "This framework's structure is elementary. Fine, I'll do it myself."The researchers' eyes lit up with excitement upon hearing this."The Prism model's framework design is incredibly complex—it completely defies conventional understanding. Yet Ms. Shelton mastered the entire codebase so quickly after joining!""No wonder she's Aempleforth Street's most sought-after g
Samuel sneered. "I bet she's just clinging to Prof. Fisher by exploiting her past connection with Harvey."Harold pressed his lips together, silently agreeing with Samuel's words.As Angie finished her introduction of Quantum Tech, she took advantage of the officials' hushed discussions to glance at Elara. Remembering the photos Rosalie had sent her—showing Elara painstakingly building rapport with Xavier—Angie let out a cold, mocking laugh through her nose.She strode directly to Leonard's side to ask, "How's Xavier doing?"Elara was slightly surprised by the question. Angie bore some resemblance to Xavier, so she wondered what exactly their relationship was.Leonard ignored her inquiry and instead asked, "How long do you plan to stay at Quantum Tech?"Their exchange suggested familiarity."My goal is to join Dragonheart!" said Angie.She met Leonard's gaze with blazing confidence, but his expression remained as cold and detached as an eternal glacier.Craig interjected, "Pro
The mayor, Craig Strickland, was both surprised and delighted by Elara's words. "So, Quantum Tech has made such rapid progress on the digital project under Ms. Jones' leadership!"He turned to his secretary and ordered, "Clear my schedule for the next two hours. I'll be accompanying Ms. Jones to inspect Quantum Tech."Elara's voice drifted to Leonard's ear. "Would Mr. Fisher like to join us as well?"Leonard let out a soft scoff. "You do enjoy making trouble for people."Elara volunteered eagerly, "I can push your wheelchair!"Only after she had wheeled Leonard onto the MPV did he speak again. "Do you plan to use me as your shield at Quantum Tech too?""Mr. Fisher, I need you." Her voice, that was soft yet earnes,t sent a ripple of something unnameable through Leonard's chest."I need your guidance. I want you to watch over me a little longer."She settled into the seat beside him as the MPV door slid shut. Leonard's expression tightened imperceptibly, his right index finger re