Ivy naturally knew why Mia came to her. Firstly, it was because she looked like Ivy, and Mia might want to ensure her identity. Secondly, she wanted to let everyone know that she was Gerard’s fiance. It would be beneficial for her if she were really Ivy in Mia’s mind - to stop Ivy from pestering Gerard or thinking of getting back together with Gerard.Unfortunately, Ivy would never return to the man who tried to murder her. Even being in the near vicinity of him made her so afraid. She was scared he would try to kill her again, especially if he knew Amelie was actually Ivy.“Oh, I’m sorry for being so brazen, Mrs. Morgan. I didn't mean anything by this, but you look too much like my best friend,” Mia answered Ivy’s previous question.Ivy was surprised when she heard the word ‘best friend’ from Mia’s mouth. Would your best friend sleep with your husband and have an affair with him while he was married to you? She felt Mia was insulting the word ‘best friend’.“Your best friend?” Ivy pre
Not many people knew that North and William were powerful Hacker-duo. North knew how and where to search for information, while William was great at everything firewall - creating it, bypassing it, you name it. He had many tricks up his sleeves to ensure North could search for the information required without any problems.They first decided to find the basic information on Amelie. William typed in all sorts of words relating to Senator Morgan’s wife to see what she looked like since there would be some people who had the same name.It only took them a few seconds to find Amelie Morgan’s pictures, and they could believe their eyes.North stared unblinkingly at the pictures while William rubbed his eyes to ensure he wasn’t seeing things.“This… She… Amelie Morgan…” North’s shock made him incoherent, disabling him from even letting out one complete session.“How could Amelie Morgan be Ivy?!” William shrieked and stood up so fast, knocking his chair backward after his initial reaction.“
William, who was used to his boss’ commands and tones, naturally knew this was an important task.He moved to the side and quickly scheduled an appointment with the Senator.Making sure he had gotten an appointment for his boss, he went back to his boss’s side and reported what the other party had said.“Boss, the Senator had already had an appointment for lunch, but he can see you during dinnertime.”Gerard was silent as he heard William’s report, but William felt a chill down his spine.Knowing how much the Boss wanted to meet the Senator to talk about Mrs. Morgan, the delay of meeting until dinnertime didn't bode well for Gerard, and William was ready to be lashed out.Gerard’s hand moved to pick up a cup, and William was ready to be hit, only to let out a sigh of relief when his boss brought it to his lips and took a sip instead.“As long as I can meet him…” Gerard muttered under his breath, but both William and North could still hear it due to their excellent hearings.“Today is
“I’m interested in your wife.”Gerard's words hung in the air, creating a momentary silence that seemed to stretch for an eternity. The restaurant's opulent decor and hushed atmosphere contrasted sharply with the tension in the room.Senator Morgan, who had been sipping his wine, froze with the crystal glass almost touching his lips. His composure wavered for a fraction of a second before he managed a tight-lipped smile."Mr. Huxley," he said with a hint of amusement, "I must admit, your sense of humor is quite unique."Gerard didn't flinch. He simply regarded the Senator with a steady gaze, his icy blue eyes betraying nothing. He knew that in this world of politics and power, trust was a rare commodity."I assure you, Senator, I am quite serious," Gerard replied, his voice smooth as silk. "I've done my research, and I've come to understand that your wife, Amelie Morgan, shares an uncanny resemblance to someone I once knew."The Senator's smile faded, replaced by a flicker of uncertai
Gerard had grown increasingly impatient with each passing minute. His fingers drummed a staccato rhythm against the armrest of the luxurious lounge chair, the heavy atmosphere of the VIP room feeling stifling. His steely black eyes, accustomed to assessing situations and individuals with cold precision, pierced through the dense shroud of cigarette smoke that hung like a ghostly veil.In that dimly lit enclave of the exclusive club, North and William exchanged anxious glances. They knew all too well the tempestuous nature of their employer, and the prospect of incurring his wrath for tardiness was a prospect neither relished."Look at him," William muttered, barely audible above the sultry jazz music that filled the room. He inclined his head subtly toward Gerard, who had abruptly risen from his seat, a determined urgency in his gait as he strode toward the exit.North followed Gerard's path with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. They could not afford any delay, especially
Amelie's eyelids fluttered open, greeted by the soft rays of the morning sun seeping through her bedroom curtains. She sighed, feeling a bit better after a long and emotionally draining night. A sense of determination welled up within her. She needed something to lift her spirits, to pull her out of the abyss of despair that had become her life.With that thought in mind, she reached for her phone and dialed her best friend's number. Ella, her ever-supportive confidante, answered after a couple of rings."Hey, Ella," Amelie greeted, her voice still bearing the slight strain from the previous night's ordeal."Ella here. How are you holding up, Amelie?" Concern laced Ella's words, a testament to their deep and enduring friendship."I'm doing a little better," Amelie replied, trying to sound more optimistic than she felt. "But I can't just stay cooped up here. I need something to distract myself. How about we go to that piano store we've been talking about for ages?"Ella agreed wholehea
The Senator's sleek black car glided to a stop in front of his opulent residence. The sun was descending, casting long shadows across the grand entrance. As the driver opened the car door, the Senator stepped out with an air of authority. He approached the imposing main door, his thoughts consumed by the recent deal with Mr. Huxley.Just as he reached for the doorknob, the door swung open from within, and he collided with Ella, Amelie's loyal friend. "Sorry, sir, I didn't see you coming," she stammered, visibly flustered.The Senator offered her a reassuring smile as he placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "No need to apologize, Ella. It's not your fault."Ella breathed a sigh of relief, her respect for the Senator evident in her eyes. "It's good you're here, sir. I actually have something to attend to at home, so I had to leave.""Ah, I see," the Senator acknowledged. "Well, you can go. I'm already home, and I'll look after Amelie. And thank you for always being there for my wife,
Amelie's heart raced as she heard Gerard's voice and recognized the familiar scent of the perfume she had once gifted him on his birthday. Her initial shock quickly turned into a tumultuous blend of anger, confusion, and resentment. What did he want from her now? She despised him for what he had done to her, for the pain he had caused. In her eyes, he had become nothing more than a wealthy Casanova, willing to pay for the pleasures of the flesh.But she had decided to go through with this meeting, not out of desire, but as a way to assert control over a man who had hurt her deeply. In an audacious move, Amelie turned around and maneuvered her hands from Gerard's hips, moving upward until she reached his groin. With an unwavering resolve, she squeezed, causing Gerard to gasp and moan in both surprise and desire.Caught off guard, Gerard grappled with his emotions, torn between stopping her and indulging in this forbidden moment with his long-lost Ivy. Conflicting thoughts raced through