The next morning at Jones Company, the atmosphere was alive with activity as employees shuffled around, getting ready for another busy day. However, behind the pristine façade of the company's operations, Mr. and Mrs. Jones were deep in conversation, their voices hushed but charged with malice. They sat across from each other in Mr. Jones' large office, with the blinds drawn to ensure privacy. Mrs. Jones leaned forward, tapping the table with her neatly manicured nails. "It is no surprise that Mia has been assisting Rowland behind our backs. That girl has created her own obstacle, and you know how I feel about obstacles." Mr. Jones smirked, his expression darkened. "She has no idea what is going to happen. You are right, though. If we are going to deal with Rowland properly, we need to first neutralize Mia.” Mrs. Jones gave a nod, her eyes narrowing. "Exactly. And, after hearing how Rowland lost the deal at Fence Emerald Company, I am confident we can replicate his success

The day of the final presentation at Fence Emerald Company arrived with much excitement. The venue was a grand hall that had been meticulously decorated with golden drapes and silver accents to create an elegant and formal atmosphere.The floor was lined with rows of neatly arranged tables, each reserved for a prominent figure in business. As attendees began to arrive, the room was filled with low murmurs and excited chatter.Mr. Mark and a group of prominent investors were among the invited guests from a variety of industries.Clinton, the Fence Emerald Company's vice president, was seated at a prestigious table close to the front with Mr. Fence, the company's chief executive officer, and Khalid, his personal assistant.Mr. and Mrs. Jones soon followed, their triumphant, self-assured steps announcing their arrival.Discreetly enjoying the fact that their plan appeared to be going well, they dressed immaculately and greeted other guests politely."Today is the day," Mrs. Jones muttere

Amaya's heart was beating so loudly that she was unable to think as she stood motionless. The investors' stares pressed down on her, and she could sense their doubt growing by the second.Her mind raced, desperately looking for a way out of this situation, but nothing came up. The fact that Rowland would never be able to prove his claim had given her such confidence.And yet, here he was, standing firm on undeniable evidence.Clinton clenched his fists while he remained seated next to her. He stared at the screen that displayed Rowland's creation logs and design drafts, his jaw clenched.He wanted to believe his wife, but something inside him said otherwise.Rowland had provided evidence that was too specific and detailed to be fake. Even so, he could not allow Amaya to collapse in this manner—not in front of these investors."This is ridiculous!" Clinton jerked to his feet. His anger was barely contained as he pointed at Rowland. "You think we will assume you are the legitimate owner

There was an oppressive tension in the room. The old man who had just turned the entire meeting upside down had everyone sitting motionless, staring at him. He repeated himself in a steady voice that was rough with age."Amaya is my biological daughter. The daughter I lost years ago."There was a new round of whispering among the board members and investors. As others shook their heads in shock, others leaned forward, curious for more information.Mr. Mark narrowed his eyes and spoke suspiciously to the old man."The last time you interrupted a meeting like this, you claimed that Mr. Rowland was your son," he said slowly. "Is this implying that Rowland and Amaya are siblings?"His question hung heavily in the air. There were more gasps. All eyes shifted between Amaya and Rowland, attempting to process the possibility.Rowland's face was bright, but his expression was unclear. Amaya, on the other hand, appeared totally lost. As though she needed to hold onto something to steady herself