LOGINTurned out Nora’s instincts were spot on, the tent bag held nothing but assembly parts, no bug spray anywhere inside.Summer mosquitoes near a river were relentless. Nora had no idea how her father had been sitting out here this whole time.She pulled out the instruction sheet and handed it straight to Nathaniel. “Here, can you make sense of this?”“I assemble figurines. This is basic.”Nora had to laugh, thinking of the Wild Boar King’s brief nudity.Honestly, tent assembly was probably harder than the figure kit, but she was hopeless with her hands, so Nathaniel got stuck with the labor.Fortunately the tent was straightforward, a fold-out design, no stakes or hammering required.By the time Richard and Vivian made it back, the tent stood fully assembled. Nora eyed the bag in the assistant’s hand immediately. “Well? Did you grab the bug spray?”“Got it! Four bottles, plenty of coverage. Different scents too, what would you like, Mrs. Whitfield?” He started digging through his pocket
After parting ways with Vivian, Nora stayed quiet for three full days. She’d already sensed something off about Vivian before this, but actually watching it play out firsthand still left her genuinely disappointed. Bing. Her mother, calling. Nora picked up, subdued. “Hey Mom, what’s up?” “Didn’t you say you were testing out Skyline Studio? You never told me how it went. Don’t tell me you got too busy to actually go?” Nora’s stomach dropped, she’d gone, alright, and completely forgotten to follow up. Oh no. She’d been too wound up over Vivian to even remember. Cough, cough. “I did go, Mom, promise! It was great. I went undercover as some clueless girl who couldn’t afford much, and their service was genuinely excellent, Rosa and Olivia specifically.” “Perfect, we’ll try it out this afternoon then.” “Sounds good.” “Actually, I need a favor.” “We’re family, Mom, no need to frame it as a favor. What’s up?” “Your dad’s got a fishing trip planned with your father-in-law tonight.
Utterly disillusioned with Vivian as she was, Nora hadn’t lost sight of what she’d actually come here to do. She adjusted her outfit, stripped off every visible piece of value, the necklace, the watch on her wrist.For the family visit, she’d worn a custom qipao, Amanda’s design, unbranded, unlikely to register with anyone. Her shoes weren’t from any recognizable label either, hand-stitched to match. Her handbag was even more understated than that.Fully stripped down, Nora looked completely unremarkable.“Let’s go.”She led the way out of the car and toward the front desk.No appointment. No prior contact. Just a cover story, a wealthy friend’s party, needed a quick styling for the event.Vivian didn’t blow her cover, if anything, she slipped effortlessly into the role of Nora’s “well-connected friend.”Unlike Nora, even for a family visit Vivian had come dressed head to toe in labels, as if worried nobody would clock her wealth otherwise.“Given the difference here, Ms. Cross, you’d
Nora and Nathaniel walked out of the Whitfield estate right as Kevin pulled up with the car. Even a pleasant visit had its rules, no vehicles allowed on the grounds themselves.She pulled the door open, about to slide in, when Richard called out. “Wait, nothing you want to say to Vivian?”“What exactly would I have to say to her?”She hadn’t even expected Vivian to show up for a family visit like this in the first place.“You’ve been ice-cold to her all day, practically going out of your way to target her. Don’t you owe her some kind of apology?”Nora pointed at herself, genuinely baffled. “Me?”She seriously doubted Richard had absorbed a single word from their conversation in the walkway.“If you’ve forgotten everything I already said back there, happy to run it again right here.”Right as Nora finished, Vivian stepped forward.Eyes already rimmed red, Nora had no idea how she managed that so fast, but there it was.“Nora, I know you hate me, but I’m part of this family too now. Are
Food arrived fast. Richard sat to Grandma Rose’s left, Nathaniel to her right, Vivian and Nora flanking them on either side.In front of the housekeeper sat her prescribed diet meal, Cantonese on Vivian’s side, Sichuan on Nora’s.The housekeeper spoke up from the sidelines. “Nutritionist did say occasional spice is fine. The diet plate’s mostly for show, Grandma should have some real food too.”“Sounds like that nutritionist’s working overtime to avoid getting fired.”Nora said it with a smile.“Ha, who actually enjoys eating diet food? If I didn’t like her at least a little, I’d have fired her ages ago.”“Grandma, would you really do that?”Most of the estate staff had been with the family for decades, even the household help had genuine tenure. Grandma Rose had known most of them half her life. No chance she’d actually let anyone go.“Honestly, no, I wouldn’t. When none of you are around, they’re the ones keeping an old woman company.”The housekeeper cut in fast. “You’ve got a hous
Once she’d secured the jade bracelet, Nora didn’t waste time. The next morning, she dressed carefully and scheduled a visit to Nathaniel’s grandmother with him.Grandma Rose had given birth to her older son, Edward, at eighteen, followed three years later by Nathaniel’s father. Edward and his own father had both been murdered years back, leaving Nathaniel’s father to hold up the Whitfield name essentially alone.At that age, facing down a company full of people circling for the kill, he never would’ve survived it without Grandma Rose. Whitfield Enterprises stood today because she’d fought to keep it whole.The cost had been steep. Her health suffered permanently, and she was unable to have more children afterward.Now seventy-nine, closing in on eighty.She rarely intervened in family business these days, nothing like the force she’d been decades ago. The one time she’d genuinely lost her temper recently was the Vivian disownment, the first time she’d fully registered how fractured Ri







