The corner of Mark's mouth lifted in a mocking smile. "Are you planning to wash your hands of what you've done and throw baseless accusations at me, Miss Curtiz?" Biana shook her head repeatedly in confusion. "Please clarify, Mr. Carter. In what way can you say that I've deceived you? We have never met, let alone known each other!" Now, Mark had his hands on his hips. He couldn't believe he was dealing with such a complicated girl. He only wanted to ensure that the person his boss was looking for wasn't this girl. "We've indeed never met or known each other, Miss Curtiz. But what did you do yesterday? Can you tell me if the person working under the name Biana Curtiz yesterday was you?" Biana's face turned pale upon hearing his question. "So... you're really not..." Mark's brow furrowed deeply, staring straight at the girl with various thoughts running through his mind.&nb

“Oh my gosh, it's already this late.”Amora glanced at the clock showing half past four in the morning. She quickly removed her apron, changed her clothes, and walked towards her son’s room.She carefully grabbed the door handle to Rayden’s room. The room was still very dark as dawn had not yet broken.Only a night light provided minimal illumination in the boy's room. Amora sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroked her son's hair, and smiled softly.Her gentle touch woke Rayden. “Mom, are you leaving already?” Rayden asked while rubbing his eyes. The boy was used to his mother’s routine.Amora nodded slightly. “I’ve prepared your breakfast on the dining table. You just need to put it in the microwave or ask Mrs. Adams to warm it up.”Rayden nodded drowsily on the bed. His mother had given a spare key to Emma so she could come over anytime to pick him up when it was time to go to school.A small smile appeared on Amora's lips whenever she saw her son's adorable behavior. “Alright, I