LOGINThe moment Rhea entered the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of Alia’s figure slipping into one of the cubicles. She didn’t confront her right away. Instead, she walked calmly to the sink and began washing her hands, taking her time as she waited.When she heard a cubicle door creak open, she finished rinsing off the soap and turned off the faucet. She reached for a tissue, drying her hands slowly before turning to face Alia—who was also washing her hands.Alia wanted badly to avoid Rhea, but she knew the woman beside her would never stop until she dragged her down to the ground.Without looking at Rhea, she spoke while washing her hands. “Do you have something you need from me, Ms. Caldwell?”“Alia, do you really think you’re living in Dreamland? Wake up. Stop fooling yourself,” Rhea said.Alia shut off the faucet, calmly grabbed a tissue, and answered, “don’t worry. I’m fully awake and aware. But I think you should wake up too, Ms. Caldwell. Living as someone else’s mistress isn’t exa
“Mr. Silvercrest,” Kristina called him sweetly. “Did you come alone?”“Yes,” he answered shortly. “Why did you ask?”“Actually, Mr. Silvercrest, I personally asked my brother to send out an invitation to you.” Kristina smiled proudly. “I have guests who said you wanted to strike a deal with my grandfather. Perhaps… you’d like me to help you out?”Knight stared at Kristina, who was gazing at him with hopeful intensity.Does she really think she can help me when Caspian already told me Old Mr. Anderson rejected every attempt for a private meeting? he thought.Kristina felt her nerves spike when Knight remained silent, so she spoke again.“Mr. Silvercrest, I’m offering you help. Aren’t you going to grab the chance?”He wanted to respond bluntly—but this wasn’t the place. He did not want to embarrass Kristina in her own home, and he respected Eduardo. So he answered carefully, “You don’t have to offer help, Ms. Anderson. I’ve already spoken to your brother about it, but your grandfather d
Both Alia and Knight frowned.Alia squared her shoulders, anger rising, and replied firmly. “Madam Silvercrest, is this how you should behave in public? Saying anything negative the moment you see someone? How shameless.”Joana’s face flushed with rage. “What the f*ck did you just say?! Are you calling me unethical?!”“Correction, Madam Silvercrest,” Alia said calmly but sharply. “What you said to me earlier was misbehavior—berating me in public is rude, improper, and inappropriate, especially at a social party. Your words and actions reflect badly on yourself, not me.”Joana didn’t know what to say back to Alia. Her hands curled into tight fists, her blood boiling. She couldn’t hold herself back anymore and was about to lunge toward Alia—ready to slap the “country bumpkin’s” mouth off—when Rhea quickly grabbed her hand, stopping her.“Aunt Joana, please, calm down. Don’t get too upset over what Alia said,” Rhea whispered, trying to soothe her.Joana was a stubborn woman; not even her
“How old is that friend of yours?” Knight asked curiously.“He might be around seventy to eighty, perhaps. But despite his age, he’s wise and still sharp,” she answered.Knight nodded, picturing the old man Alia had befriended. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that the man she called a friend might have questionable intentions. The age gap between them was enormous.Seeing Knight deep in thought, Alia stared at him. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and quickly grabbed Knight’s arm.“Mr. Silvercrest, could you please help me out? Just this once?” she pleaded.Knight snapped out of his thoughts. “Sure. What do you need me to do?” he asked.“Uhm… could you help me get in? I have an invitation card, but when I presented it to the butler, he said it was a fake, so he won’t let me in,” she explained.“Fake?” he repeated. “How could an invitation be faked? The cards are very detailed and intricate.”Alia shook her head. “I don’t have a clue either.”Knight glanced at the
Eduardo was inside his room, restlessly checking his phone to see if the girl had sent a message saying she had arrived. But there was nothing.“Where is she? She said she’d come… why isn’t she here yet?” he murmured to himself.The door creaked open. His two grandchildren—Caspian and Kristina—stepped inside and walked toward him.“Grandpa, you should go out now. You need to give a speech to start your party,” Kristina said politely.“That’s right, Grandpa. You kept saying you’d come out soon, but that was thirty minutes ago,” Caspian added.Kristina gently tugged at her grandfather’s arm. “Come on, Grandpa. It’s your birthday today. Many of the guests have already arrived, and they’re all excited to see you.”Eduardo frowned deeply. “So what? Those people only want to get close to me so they can leech off us!”Kristina flinched and stepped back in fear.“Grandpa, don’t talk like that. You know how famous you still are in the world of perfume-making. People have always been anticipati
When Knight heard Alia say that she was going to a guy’s birthday party tonight, his mood suddenly changed. He couldn’t help feeling gloomy.Philip noticed his boss’s expression darkening and felt a pang of fear. He wanted to scold Alia for what she said. Why do you have to let Mr. Silvercrest know you’re going to a man’s birthday?! Look at what you did, Ms. Morvane! he thought.But Alia was completely clueless about how Knight was feeling.With a tight frown, Knight asked, “is it really safe for you to attend his birthday tonight? Want me to come with you?”Alia shook her head. “It’s fine. He and I have known each other for years. You don’t have to worry. I won’t drink much and I’ll go home safely afterward. I won’t be staying long anyway since he isn’t the type to like parties or crowds.”This did little to ease Knight’s frown. “Call me immediately if something happens.”“Sure,” Alia said. “You worry too much about me. I’ll be fine.”“Just making sure you’re safe,” he said. “The lit







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