"Business? An important matter carried out by an unemployed pauper, Lady Celine?" Marko mocked, offering a cynical chuckle. He carefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a soft silk napkin. He appeared to have just finished a costly lobster dinner. The smell of his arrogance stung Celine’s nose."We are discussing Leonor Whangzou Lee!" Mrs. Barta interrupted sharply. Her eyes gleamed with obsession, demanding attention. She then picked up a fresh newspaper Marko had printed. The news... it was the very same headline Maria had shown her earlier. The photo of Leonor Whangzou Lee in his commanding attire fascinated Mrs. Barta deeply. This was a golden opportunity she could not reject."I imagine, Ms. Celine, you refuse to believe the gravity of the truth. But that man has returned. His awakening will completely influence the entire business market in Wilten Hill. **Moba Mobile Group** is not just any company; it is the property sector giant we have long sought connections with," Mrs.

"We will buy it, Darling," Leon promised. "We will have all of that—a family. A son... who possesses your wisdom and my strength," he asserted. He gently touched Celine's stomach, hinting at the deeply longed-for dream. Leon closed his eyes, fervently hoping the tragic shadow of Alex Mozu would simply dissipate, at least for this afternoon. "Everything... will soon come true. I will never dismiss that dream again. Trust me entirely."Celine smiled, fully content. Her belief in Leon was now absolute; even without the formal recognition of his title, she knew Leon was her King. Leon drew Celine back into his arms. Her body felt warm and reassuring. They hugged tightly, savoring the warmth of the afternoon sun—a symbol of the certainty and total tranquility Leon now felt. This moment felt perfect, peaceful, and brimming with the promise of a future that would not be easily destroyed by any rival. The scent of fresh soil penetrated her senses."Darling," Celine whispered, her hand stroking