“What?!” Leila’s voice rose in shock, drawing fleeting glances from the other patrons. “What do you mean you orchestrated it? You’re telling me that nightmare yesterday was your doing?”Drex leaned back casually, his expression calm but his eyes sharp. “Didn’t you want to know who your supposed savior was?” he asked, his voice smooth as silk. “From what I heard, he played the role to perfection, didn’t he?” He leaned forward slightly, a cold sneer tugging at his lips. “I mean, you did have the best seat in the house for the performance.”Leila blinked, momentarily caught off guard by how intensely his blue eyes were fixed on her. She quickly looked away, her heart hammering against her ribs. Then she swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “Y-yes… it… it all happened so fast,” she stammered. Then, the weight of his admission hit her, and she snapped her head back toward him, her brow furrowed in fury. “So you’re saying Halwin was just acting? You actually told that man to threate

Finally, Joseph let out a long, weary sigh. He looked at Janice as if seeing her for the first time, and finding the sight repulsive. “How can you say something like that about another person? Is that really the kind of woman you are?”Janice’s smirk faltered, replaced by a look of utter bewilderment. “What?”“The words you just said…” Joseph continued, struggling to keep his voice calm, “What gives you the right to speak to someone that way? If that’s the kind of person you truly are, then I’m afraid… you’re not the right woman for me.”Leila blinked in genuine surprise. “Whoa,” she whispered. “Do billionaires with a conscience actually exist?”Joseph turned to leave, and Janice’s heart nearly stopped. Panic surged through her as she lunged forward, grabbing his arm with both hands. “Wait! No! Please, Joseph, don’t go. Don’t leave me! I’m really sorry. It was… it was just a slip of the tongue. I didn’t mean any of it. I’m so sorry,” she begged desperately, her voice trembling.Jose

Janice practically burst through the heavy mahogany doors of the Ellington Mansion, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps.The moment she arrived, she found the entire family already gathered in the living room. Madame Olivia sat stiffly in her armchair while a private doctor silently monitored her blood pressure.“That’s impossible,” Kaden sneered, his voice dripping with disbelief. “There’s no way you have the means to pay off our family’s debt. I refuse to believe a single word of this nonsense.”Greg immediately backed him up, his tone sharp and dismissive. “Exactly. What kind of sick joke is this, Tom? Do you really think we’re that gullible? Mother was very clear that your branch of the family is persona non grata here. All you’ve ever brought us is misfortune and failure. Now, get out before I have security toss you!”Tom glared at his brother, his patience finally snapping. “That is no way to address your elder brother, Greg! I am sick to death of you acting as if you hold

Tom, his wife and daughter sat on the sofas, acting as though they had already reclaimed their status in the Ellington family. Kaden paced the rug in front of them, stopping to look at Janice with a twisted, amused smirk. “You really have a lot of tricks up your sleeve, Janice,” he mused, “Jordan Whitmore and Joseph Holland… they must be blind. Imagine their shock when they eventually find out you’re playing them both.”The victory smile vanished from Janice’s face, replaced by a cold, sharp chuckle. “Is that a threat, Kaden? By all means, go tell them. But remember… if the truth comes out, those invitations in your hands will turn into worthless scraps of paper before you can even get a suit tailored.”Kaden knew she was right. He wasn't about to sabotage his chance to walk among the elite at the Knight Group’s event.Harold Lance might even be there, and that could be his golden opportunity to introduce him to the family. At that point, he was certain his grandmother would be imme

Vicky stepped forward, a smug smirk pulling at her lips. "Well, if it isn't Drex Easton. What’s a useless piece of trash like you doing in a place like this? Scoping out the janitorial positions?"Drex kept a calm smile on his face. “Fancy meeting you here, Vicky.”Vicky huffed, scanning him from head to toe with open contempt. “Yeah, well, I’m here to buy a car. Or did you think I’m so low that I’d come here looking for a job?” She sneered at his ordinary clothes. “You still haven’t changed, Drex. Still dressing like a broke nobody.” She continued mockingly, “And by the way, do you think just any loser can work in a BMW dealership? Are you sure you came to the right place, or did you miss your turn? Were you actually looking for a Nissan instead?”One of the girls in the group, whom Drex remembered as Dana Leon, let out a mean-spirited chuckle. "Oh, I've heard all about your 'unfortunate' marital problems, Easton. Honestly, the stories about your wife are like music to my ears."Drex