Fiona's POV:As I drove back home, the sun hadn't yet set.The sprawling estate was bathed in the evening sun's hues, and the lush greenery was adorned with the colors of dusk. My mood, marred by Damon's actions, began to lift once more.Maria asked if I wanted some tea, and I shook my head, declining."I'll head upstairs to rest for a bit and have dinner with Brenda when he returns."I changed and took a shower, then turned off my phone.I didn't want to see any more of Damon's shameless and insulting messages. He had become a joke in my eyes.Slipping into a soft robe, I reclined on the aristocratic chair at the foot of my bed and dozed off for a while.In the rare tranquility of this evening's sunset glow, I was on the verge of falling asleep.At that moment, I heard some commotion downstairs, as if something was being moved.Opening my eyes, I descended the stairs.Brenda was back, standing by the entrance of the living room, directing a few workers in moving a piano."You're back

"Are you playing some kind of hellish joke?!"I was furious and flipped the tea table."That old bastard who reeks of infamy is already in his sixties. His son is older than me! And you want me to marry him?""Otherwise? Do you want to marry his son instead?"Marion mocked me, her eyes sneering. "My Fiona, you're quite the confident young lady. Based on your experience of stealing Catherine's love and marrying that lowly commoner, do you think you're qualified to marry the young and promising von Geller?""Your mother is right. Despite Old Geller's age, his family holds a hereditary noble title and significant wealth. His wife passed away a few years ago, so he's in need of a young bride. You should know, marrying Old Geller would make you a legitimate Baroness."I retorted angrily, "Don't you know that Old Geller's original wife was tortured to death by him?"They exchanged glances, seemingly surprised that I had already heard about

Catherine's POV:I never expected that today would turn out to be the darkest and unluckiest day in my years with the Greene family."This is insane! That guy named Brenda... whatever? Branka or Brandi, that arrogant brat! Who does he think he is?"My adoptive father, Bennett, paced around the living room with his hands behind his back, infuriated, like an irritated sled dog with a full bladder.I truly couldn't understand what was the point of him pacing like that. It was just annoying to watch."He's probably just an arrogant hoodlum," my adoptive mother, Marian, fumed. "Daring to act like he's above the Greene family? I think he's just toying with us; he's after Fiona's money!""Mom," I quickly walked up to her, concerned, and said, "Doesn't that mean my sister is being deceived? What are we going to do? God, she's not still in the dark about this, right?"Marian came up to me and cradled my face in her hands.She always did

Katherine seemed to not notice me and went straight up in the president's private elevator.I knew that only members of the company's board were qualified to use that elevator.Could it be that Katherine is joining Pica Jewelry?It's really intriguing—what could she possibly do here?But all of this doesn't concern me anymore. I haven't forgotten why I'm here."Fiona, you're back!"As I entered the office, my colleagues greeted me warmly.I believe most of them are still wise and friendly—The rumors about my wedding and my relationship with Damon have become off-limits topics."By the way, Fiona, there's a department manager meeting at 9:30. You're aware of it, right? I heard Mr. Patrick has something important to announce."A colleague informed me.My heartbeat slowed down for a moment.Could it be that he's going to announce his wedding with Katherine?The irony is just too much

Maybe they were intimidated by my aura, as no one dared to speak up after that.I didn't want to waste any more time with them, so I turned and left the conference room."Fiona!"Damon ran up and grabbed my arm."What do you mean? Are you trying to ruin me?"I looked at him with a puzzled expression, "That's quite a fresh question, Damon. Weren't you the ones trying to ruin me first?""I'm just being truthful, asking you to return what belongs to Katherine."Damon said with sincerity, "Fiona, I thought I had given you enough face. But it seems you're the one who doesn't care about face anymore. Katherine was still pleading with me this morning, begging me not to reveal this. It's unbelievable; I can't believe I've let her down for so long!"I shrugged, "So now you have plenty of time to make it up to her. All I need is a resignation letter signed by Mr. Patrick."Damon replied, "I won't sign it."He put on a stubb