Chapter 4 Two Year Later

Two years later.

Today was a beautiful day for Anita. After two years of taking over her family's company, she could live in peace. Her stepfamily could no longer intimidate her.

All thanks to her marriage to Morgan.

By the way, how's that man doing? They hadn't seen each other in two years. Anita only realized this because he'd been too busy managing the company.

"Icha," Anita called out to her loyal subordinate and close friend.

"Yes, Mrs. Anita? Can I help you?" Icha asked, approaching her.

"No need to be so formal, it's just the two of us," Anita said. "I just wanted to know about Hana's engagement to the Sanjaya family."

Icha laughed at that. She then sat down on the sofa in Anita's room.

"Yes, they're getting engaged. Hana will definitely be even more stubborn after this," Icha said.

Anita looked thoughtful. "You're right, after she failed to acquire this company, she and her mother targeted the Sanjaya Group. Very cunning," he said.

Icha nodded in agreement. They had barely spoken when someone suddenly entered the room without permission.

Anita and Icha immediately turned toward the door.

It was Hana. She strode arrogantly toward them.

"It's very rude to enter someone else's office without knocking," Icha quipped.

"I don't need to do such a lowly thing. After all, I'm the future Mrs. Sanjaya!" Hana replied arrogantly, her chin held high.

Icha was about to curse at her, but Anita's hand stopped her. She didn't want to cause a scene in the office. After all, Hana was someone Anita could handle on her own.

"What brings the future Mrs. Sanjaya here?" Anita asked. Although calm, her tone was full of sarcasm.

"I came here to give you this." Hana handed her an engagement invitation card to the son of the Sanjaya family.

Anita took the invitation from Hana's hand expressionlessly. She glanced at it briefly, then simply placed it on the table, as if it meant nothing.

"So you came here just to show me this?" Anita asked calmly.

Hana smiled lopsidedly. "Of course. I just wanted to make sure you knew I won. I'll be the one sitting at the altar, not you."

Icha, who was beside Anita, began to look irritated, but Anita held up her hand again, holding her back.

"I'm happy if you're happy," Anita replied flatly.

Hana snorted in annoyance. "Don't act all sweet. Everyone knows you've been in the position I'm in now. But look at you now, you're nothing!"

Hana's gaze was deliberately piercing, trying to find a way to hurt Anita. But the woman remained calm, even smiling faintly.

"A person's happiness isn't measured by wedding invitations or social status. Especially if it's all just pretend."

"What do you mean?!" Hana asked, her tone beginning to change.

"I just hope you're not building a castle on sand. Because if you are... sooner or later, it will collapse," Anita replied quietly but meaningfully.

Icha held her breath, feeling the words like a powerful blow, even though they were delivered so coldly and elegantly.

Hana sneered. "You talk like you know everything!"

"Because you and your mother are the same, wanting wealth and sitting on the highest throne. But in the end, your mother couldn't even get anything, right?"

Hana was silent for a moment, her gaze dark. Her fists clenched tightly. But instead of replying, she turned and walked out, still with her usual haughty air.

"You be careful!" she shouted, then slammed the door.

After the door closed, Icha looked at Anita. She looked worried.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Anita sighed, then looked down at the invitation on the table. "I'm fine."

Slowly, Anita opened the invitation. She was simply curious and wanted to see the date. But she instead raised an eyebrow when she noticed something odd.

Seeing Anita's facial expression made Icha curious too. "What's wrong, Anita?"

"This is strange," Anita muttered, her brow furrowed deeply. "I remember the man I was going to marry was named Prawira. Why is his name Prayoga here?"

Anita clearly remembered that when she started to get sick, her late father always talked about that man named Prawira.

"It's impossible that they wrote the wrong name on the invitation card, right?" Icha said.

Anita thought for a moment. She thought something was indeed odd. The Sanjaya family had always been secretive about their heirs. In fact, they rarely even received media coverage.

"You're right. Try investigating that person named Prayoga. I'm sure he should be Prawira. You know, the person I was matched with was named Prawira."

Icha, hearing this, was surprised. "Wait, could they be different people?"

"Different?" Anita asked.

"Yes, it's possible, isn't it? They're different people. The person you were matched with and the person Hana was engaged to," Icha muttered.

Anita still couldn't believe it. There couldn't be two heirs. There had to be something wrong. She had to investigate both of them.

"Find out the identities of both of them. I just want to make sure they're different people. If they're the same person, then why change their name to Prayoga? Unless they're hiding something," Anita explained after some thought.

Icha understood what Hana had just said. "Okay, then I'll investigate everything."

Anita smiled meaningfully. If he found something there, it would be easier for him to teach Hana and her arrogant stepmother a lesson.

"Do you think it's that easy, Hana? I'll investigate thoroughly later!"