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Helen noticed Zac frozen in place and nudged him with her elbow. "What’s wrong? Spaced out? Hurry up and follow me."“Oh, right!” Zac quickly snapped out of it, hiding his astonished expression as he hurried to catch up with her.The major work for the exhibit had already been completed the day before, so arriving early today was just for final preparations. Helen stayed close to Haley, helping her attach the discreet microphone she would need for her speech during the opening. The president of the Art Association entered the backstage area with a cheerful smile. “At today’s opening, we’ll have a surprise guest—the event’s top sponsor. It’s a special treat for all the artists, so be ready to give them a warm welcome.”Haley gave a polite nod, indicating she had heard.The other artists, however, couldn’t contain their curiosity. “President, can you give us a hint? Who is it?”“Why ask so many questions? You’ll see soon enough,” the president replied with a good-natured laugh, sh

“Now, let’s welcome the most mysterious sponsor of this year’s art exhibit. Who could it be?” the host teased, building suspense.The spotlight shifted to the back of the stage, where a figure slowly emerged. Calm and composed, he greeted the audience with a confident wave, his gaze briefly sweeping across Haley’s position before moving on without pause.Haley narrowed her eyes. “So the mysterious sponsor is Justin?” she muttered. A wave of irritation swept over her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was toying with her.After the ceremony ended, the president of the Art Association personally escorted Justin backstage. Haley, with Helen’s help, was in the process of removing her microphone.“Miss Haley, this is Mr. Yates, the most prominent entrepreneur in the area. He’s a great admirer of your work and came specifically to see it,” the president introduced warmly.“Miss Haley, I’ve heard so much about you,” Justin said, extending his hand for a handshake, acting as though t

The three walked off, leaving Haley feeling like an oversized, glaring third wheel. She quickly told them to find somewhere else to hang out so she could enjoy the exhibit in peace.Haley strolled through the venue alone, appreciating the works of other artists. Since it was a cultural art exhibit rather than a commercial one, it wasn’t nearly as exhausting as a personal showcase. Not long after, she noticed footsteps trailing her, always maintaining a deliberate distance. The weight of the gaze from behind was enough to make her skin crawl. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and spun around. “Justin, how far are you planning to push the limits of my tolerance? Are you seriously resorting to stalking now?”“I…” Justin was momentarily at a loss for words. He had followed her because he sensed she was upset, but he wasn’t sure how to start a conversation. Now that he had been called out, he walked up to her directly. “Don’t misunderstand. I didn’t invite Emma to the exhibit

Justin’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction when he noticed Haley eating the steak he had cut for her. Across the table, Helen was utterly speechless. “Now he decides to make amends? He’s like a dad who shows up with a gift long after the kid has moved out. How ridiculous!” she fumed silently.Disgusted by Justin’s regretful demeanor, Helen pressed her knife into the steak on her plate, cutting it with exaggerated force, making the sound almost grating. Zac noticed the noise and, eager to calm her, quickly mimicked Justin, slicing her steak into neat pieces and sliding the plate back to her. “When did you two get together?” Justin suddenly asked, directing the question at them. “Uh…” Zac hesitated, unsure how to answer without hurting his friend. Helen wasn’t impressed with Zac’s reluctance. She shot him a sharp glare. “What’s so hard to admit? Are we hiding something shameful?” she muttered.Zac cleared his throat awkwardly. “Do you remember the opening night of the Majes

Back at her apartment, Emma parked and headed straight to her bedroom. In the corner of her wardrobe, she retrieved a locked metal box. From inside, she took out an old, outdated cellphone, dusted it off, and plugged it in to charge. Once powered on, she accessed a long-forgotten contact and sent a single text message: “I need someone killed. Haley.” This person was a hitman she had come to know during the three years she had disappeared. A reply came almost instantly. Emma followed the instructions, transferring funds to an offshore account as directed. After completing the transaction, she sank into the chair by her vanity and let out a long, relieved breath. Finally, she could get rid of Emily once and for all. But before she could fully relish her moment of relief, her phone screen lit up with a new message from Jacob. “Done playing? Come back. You’re still sleeping at my place tonight.”Jacob. Emma’s eyes turned red with fury. How could she have forgotten a