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"Mom, what are you doing here? I’m heading out soon. Can we talk about this another time?"Percy assumed she was here to persuade him again to be nicer to Yvonne.He was beyond tired of hearing it.But to his surprise, Margaret’s expression was cold and stern."Percy, I need you to answer something honestly.""What is it?"Percy frowned, sensing something unusual.Margaret’s voice sharpened."Did you secretly give Stellar a huge sum of money when you broke up?""What?"For a second, Percy wondered if he’d misheard."Don’t play dumb with me!"Margaret tossed her handbag onto the couch and sat down with a huff, arms crossed, her face full of frustration."Stellar is now a co-owner of Élan Atelier! Do you even know what kind of place that is? It took me forever to even hear about that private boutique. “Every single piece they sell is handcrafted and exclusive—you can’t just walk in and buy something, no matter how much money you have! And now, I can’t even get through the door!"Percy s

Percy went to verify his mother's claim, never expecting it to actually be true.The thought of Stellar thriving—owning a shop, living well, as if leaving him was the best decision she ever made—ignited an uncontrollable fire in his chest, especially when he saw that beautiful face. His mind instantly conjured images of her charming and flattering other men, just like she used to with him.The more he thought about it, the more the fire burned, fueling his rage until he spat out, "You must have had someone lined up already before we broke up. "A woman like you, who clung to me for years no matter how hard I tried to push you away, wouldn’t have just walked away so easily! You shameless—"Before he could finish, a sharp slap echoed through the room, followed by another.A matching pair of red handprints bloomed across Percy’s face, his skin stinging from the impact.Stellar had tolerated enough. She let out a cold scoff, cutting off whatever filth he was about to spew."I must have b

"Sir, that’s enough!" This time, even the leading officer lost his patience. "I'm not lying!" Percy was on the verge of exploding. He was telling the truth, so why wouldn’t anyone believe him? "Wait! The security footage! The cameras can prove I’m telling the truth!" It was as if he had grabbed onto his last lifeline. But before he could feel any relief, the store manager immediately spoke up. "Apologies, sir. Our boutique offers private, custom services. To protect our clients’ privacy, we don’t have surveillance cameras inside. However—" At that, the manager suddenly shifted, adopting a righteous and indignant expression. He jabbed a finger at Percy and declared, "I saw it with my own eyes—this man was the one who attacked first!" The words barely fell when Percy’s face twisted in fury, his eyes nearly bloodshot. "Bastards! You’re all in on this! You’re conspiring against me!" He was so enraged he nearly lunged at the manager. But before he could act, the le

"Our strength as women is naturally weaker than a man's. That’s why we don’t rely on brute force. “It’s all about technique—striking when least expected, with speed, precision, and force."She demonstrated a few key moves, walking Stellar through the motions twice."When you need to teach someone a lesson, it’s all about hitting the right spots. “These moves cause the most pain without leaving visible marks. The real soreness won’t kick in until twenty-four hours later."Stellar was a fast learner. Her sharp mind and strong intuition allowed her to absorb every detail of Mary’s demonstration with ease.Within just thirty minutes, she had already replicated the moves flawlessly."Miss Stellar, you’re incredible!" Mary exclaimed, stunned. "Not only did you pick it up instantly, but your movements are clean, precise, and completely fluid. You’re a natural!"She hadn’t expected Stellar to have such raw talent.It must be in her blood—the Rivers' blood. Strength was simply in her genes

Wanting to maintain a polished image in front of Percy’s friends, Yvonne took extra care with her appearance. She applied flawless makeup, chose an elegant outfit, and carried herself with the perfect blend of grace and sophistication."Apologies for being late," she said with a warm smile, addressing the group."Good evening, Miss Harlow," someone greeted politely."Miss Harlow? What are you talking about? She’s going to be the future Mrs. Moore! We should start calling her properly." "Oh, right! Good evening, Mrs. Moore! Sorry for the trouble!"Percy’s friends were quick to adapt, playing their roles well.Yvonne gave a modest nod, satisfied with their respect.But the moment the sound of the woman footsteps reached Percy’s drunken ears, his hazy eyes suddenly snapped open.Through his blurred vision, he saw a graceful figure approaching, her voice soft and patient."Percy, let’s go home."A familiar and comforting fragrance surrounded him, and without thinking, he assumed it was