Semua Bab The Lost Heiress's Glorious Return: Bab 51 - Bab 60

ArleneThe moment Lucas stepped into my office, he didn’t even need to speak to make his presence known. His anger was practically suffocating the room. He was here to make a scene, and I was sure he’d enjoy every second of it.“Arlene.”His voice, dripping with barely contained irritation, struck me like a dagger. The way he said my name, as if I owed him something. As if I’d wronged him.“Lucas,” I said flatly, my gaze not leaving the papers I was pretending to focus on. “Have a seat.”He obliged, his movements quick, sharp, and full of agitation.I couldn’t help but notice how much he resembled Liam. The same striking features, sharp jawline, strong cheekbones, but where Liam was reserved, controlled, and enigmatic, Lucas was... childlike.Outspoken. His energy was so different from Liam’s, almost playful in a way that used to be charming.But not anymore.His appearance irritated me now, the way he still thought he could use that youthful, boyish charm to manipulate people.He was

Arlene“Hi, Liam,” I said, turning to meet him standing just a few feet away from me, his tall frame perfectly outlined against the evening light spilling into the entrance of the restaurant.I gripped my purse tightly in one hand, the file I’d brought along balanced in the other, my fingers instinctively clenching as if holding onto them could anchor me amidst the storm brewing within.He wore that jacket, his signature long, padded coat that seemed to belong to another world entirely, like the ones you’d see in glossy Korean dramas or Asian fashion magazines.It was sleek, brown, and tailored, the kind of thing that screamed effortless confidence while making anyone else look like they were trying too hard.But Liam didn’t try. He didn’t need to. He looked like a Greek god pulled straight out of mythology, his broad shoulders draped in the coat, his black hair tousled just enough to fall over his forehead in casual disarray.His honey-colored eyes locked onto mine, holding my gaze w

Liam“Yes,” I replied, my voice returning to its cold form. “The contract.”The atmosphere was heavy, laced with an awkward tension neither of us could shake.Arlene sat across from me, her posture unnaturally rigid, a sharp contrast to the free, playful woman from a few minutes ago.The drafted contract between us felt like a tangible barrier.The way she avoided my gaze was unsettling, almost as if she was trying to erase the near-kiss that had ignited something neither of us dared to acknowledge.Her voice was calm, steady, but devoid of the warmth I had come to recognize. “The first term is straightforward. We’ll get married in two months and remain married for a year until and after I give birth to prevent suspicion. Then we can go our separate ways.”I nodded. The wordless agreement felt louder in the silence. I couldn’t tell if I was angrier at her neutral tone, or at myself for expecting something more.Her indifference rubbed against my nerves, and I wondered if it would have

LiamThe wheels of the jet touched down on the private runway with a soft thud, and I exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over my face.I hadn’t been at ease from the moment Allen informed me of the discovery, and I prayed to hell this wasn’t another bluff.Allen’s men were already waiting outside the aircraft, their stances straight, professional, and unwavering in the humid night air.“Welcome to Hawaii, Mr. Walker,” one of them said, nodding once as I descended the steps.I didn’t respond. Instead, I walked past him toward the waiting black SUV, Allen following closely behind me, my steps calculated and controlled.The warm, salt-laden breeze brushed against my face, but I barely noticed it.“Take me to the club,” I ordered, sliding into the back seat.“Yes, sir,” Allen replied, shutting the door and taking his place in the front.The drive was short, the streets mostly deserted at this hour. The faint neon glow of the city flashed past, a stark contrast to the cold irritation simmerin

Arlene“You bitch!”The angry woman’s voice rang out before I could ask Matilda what the issue was.I stumbled back in shock, barely regaining my balance as she stormed toward me, her eyes blazing with fury. “You had the guts to release fake products? Just look at my face!”Before I could react, she yanked off her face mask, revealing a blotchy, red complexion covered in angry welts and inflamed patches. My mouth fell open, disbelief gripping me like a vice.What on earth is she talking about?“How… how is this possible?” My voice trembled as I stared at her face. “I haven’t even released those products yet.”Or was this from one of the previous batches? Could she have used an expired or counterfeit product?The woman’s lips curled into a sneer. “You haven’t released it yet? That product is everywhere! You had it out even before the official launch, and now you’re standing here telling me it’s not possible?”A crowd began to gather, their curious whispers and murmurs sending a chill d