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Then he sent over a photo of his abs, followed by another one of him lounging shirtless on a yacht, his entire torso slick with tanning oil. I glanced at it and nearly burst out laughing. Trey texted me on Messenger: "So? You think this might knock Chloe dead?" I replied, barely holding back a grin, "She seems more into the money-flashing, sugar-daddy type." He responded instantly, "Got it!" Right after that, he spammed a dozen more photos—him with luxury cars, designer watches, and diamond accessories. It was like the male version of that junior’s travel selfie album, only his was a full-on show-off package. I laughed so hard I was slapping my thigh. I picked a few and casually sent them to Chloe. "Yeah, this is my brother." Sure enough, Chloe replied almost immediately, thrilled. "Your brother is so hot! Does he have a girlfriend?" I typed back, stifling a chuckle, "Nope. He loves traveling the world and… well, he's a bit too playful sometimes..." I added a helpl

Richard didn’t bother with polite detours or vague hints.He smiled faintly. “I’ll help you get on Moore Group’ board. I’ve already spoken to a few senior shareholders—we’ll sponsor you as our nominee. Julian won’t dare oppose us. He’ll have no choice but to let you in.”Then he pulled a document from his briefcase and handed it to me.I stared at it in disbelief. “Mr. Moore… are you really willing to do this?”He let out a low chuckle. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re still green, kid. If you don’t get it yet, go ask Mr. Wynn. He’ll explain it all to you.”Then he added with a note of finality, “Just be ready.”With a few parting pleasantries, he stood up and left.I sat there, stunned in the quiet tea room, before finally drifting home in a daze.When I got back, I realized that barely half an hour had passed.The whole thing felt like a dream. And I… felt like I’d wandered into someone else’s dream.Maybe losing my memory had turned my luck around....Love would make people vulnerable.The

Miles tilted his head. “Like what?”I thought for a second. “Like asking to borrow money.”He chuckled, then said calmly, “I usually ask myself—if I were the one in trouble, would that person lend me the same amount? If the answer is no, if they wouldn’t even give me a cent, then I think twice.”I asked, “Think about what?”Miles smiled faintly. “Whether I want to just give them a sum as a parting gift and never speak to them again or not lend it at all.”His words gave me pause.Miles looked at me intently. “What happened?”I hesitated. “Nothing. Just asking.”He smiled again. “Remember, if someone takes advantage of old feelings, it doesn’t mean you’re not good enough. It just means they never deserved you to begin with. From now on, save your kindness for those who are truly worth it.”That made a lot of sense.I couldn’t help stealing a few more glances at Miles.He really was sharp—always able to see through people with ease. I even started to wonder if he might’ve already figur

Speaking of which, Trey suddenly brought up my last visit to the Wynn estate.I hesitated. “It… didn’t go well.”There was a long pause before he said, “My brother couldn’t handle my mom? That’s odd…”I groaned. “Can we not talk about this?”Then, out of nowhere, he said, “Eve, if my brother can’t marry you would you consider me instead?”I snapped back, “Are you out of your mind?!”He laughed lazily over the phone. “Why so upset? I’m not a bad catch. At least on paper, I’m still the second young master of the Wynn family. "Unlike my noble, legitimate brother, I’m just the illegitimate one. My dear mother doesn’t expect much from me.”His joking tone carried a hint of self-deprecation, buried just deep enough to sting.I didn’t know what to say to that.We both let out a sigh at the same time over the phone.“I…” “You…”Trey suddenly cut in, “Chloe just messaged me again. She wants to have dinner.”I tensed up. “Are you going? Won’t that blow your cover?”He sounded like he rolled h

I took the chance to ice my lips before James arrived only to find that they swelled even more.I stared at the mirror, torn between laughing and crying.In the end, I threw on a face mask, hoping by the time I reached Moore Group, the swelling would go down.Half an hour later, I arrived at the company with James and Ian.Honestly, in the five years I was married to Julian, this was maybe my fifth time stepping into Moore Group.At least, that’s what Dolly told me.James reminded me to keep quiet and let them handle the talking.Partly to avoid tipping Julian off about my memory loss, and partly because too many unexpected questions could put me in an awkward spot.With my mask on, I walked into the lobby.The receptionist stopped us, asking for a visitor code.I pulled out my phone and showed her the VIP access code Richard had sent.She checked the system, then shook her head. “Sorry, the three of you aren’t allowed to enter.”I frowned. Even with Richard’s invite, we were being tur