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I asked again. Madison was tense and I could see her playing with her nails nervously. I couldn't bear to see her in such a state. I exhaled and sat down in the opposite chair. “You said you never wanted all of this, why is it such a big deal now?", she asked, with questions in her voice. “It is a big deal, because for once people had to know and realize that I never lied when I told them the identity of my father.

A quiver went down Lucy's spine. However, before she could respond— There was a big thud on the door and it opened. Bang! Bang! Bang! Hart's face went immediately as cold as a rock. “It's Madam Matthew,” called a maid out of the door who was quaking with fear. "She claims that she has evidence that this marriage is a sham.

That's when she saw the news. “Breaking news on the StarTV. Last week, we got a shocking revelation from the Dailylive show of a sudden arrest made on the old tower bridge. A popular billionaire and the owner of global tech company, Harry Robinson had been arrested. It was said that Harry was the leader of the most notorious mafia gang in New York known as the scorpions which the police haven't been able to apprehend for years. Harry Robinson was been taken to the state's station for questioning and would be moved to high courts prison where he will await his trial." Yasmine widened her eyes as she listened to the news. When did all this happen and why didn't she know about it sooner?

She looked like someone you would expect to find on the cover of a fashion magazine, not in an office. Suddenly the woman looked up and transfixed Cassandra with a cold gaze, her stormy black eyes boring a hole into her soul. “Yes?” The woman inquired, one perfectly mascaraed eyebrow upturned. “Um, my name is Cassandra Fisher,” She stammered, caught off guard. “Oh I know who you are Miss Fisher,” The woman replied haughtily. She was making no attempt to hide her disdain.

Doubts and fears clawed at her, threatening to overwhelm her fragile resolve. Ameera's attention was momentarily diverted as she noticed the familiarity in the way people interacted with Sarah. The whispers that followed Sarah's every move seemed to carry a certain reverence, while the whispered word "madam" reached her ears with haunting frequency. It was as if Sarah had found a place of belonging within the chaos, a twisted haven where the lines between right and wrong blurred.

"If I looked like Madam, I'd stream from dawn till midnight without doing anything. People would still pay just to watch me sit there." "Do you think there's a chance Madam's ending early to go on a date with Mr. Fordham?" "Holy crap, ma'am. You're a genius! Why didn't I think of that? It's the middle of the night, definitely date time." "Madam, hurry up and log off. Don't keep Mr. Fordham waiting." One viewer even pretended to be Chester, replying, "Mr. Fordham: You're all good people. I'll send each of you some cash another day."

The mayor's head snapped toward her. He had noticed her earlier, but hadn't paid much attention. Now, he looked her over carefully. Beautiful. Young. Slender. Could this really be her? The legendary War Goddess? She looked nothing like what he'd imagined. "You-" "I already had Howard brief you," Scarlett interrupted. "My identity stays private." That was all the confirmation he needed. The mayor's expression changed instantly. "Yes, of course. Absolutely. Your identity will remain confidential."

The silence pressed on and in that moment I felt the need to ask Sophia if she had heard mama’s bent from the butler’s lips. “Did you hear that?” I whispered. “What?” Sophia replied, adjusting herself on the seat. The butler, he called mama’s name. She paused for a second, her lips twitched while she kept a straight face “coincidence, Sapphire ” She said dismissively. “You are probably just hearing things.” I turned away from her, not convinced by her response. That wasn’t a coincidence, he said it more than once and he seemed like he knew what he was saying.

The atmosphere was calm, completely unaware of the storm about to hit. Madam Reed was chatting politely when the butler hurried in, bowing his head. “Madam, the police are at the front door.” The guests stiffened. The room’s peace shattered instantly. A porcelain teacup slipped from someone’s hand, smashing into pieces on the floor. Madam Reed’s furious voice echoed throughout the hall. “This is outrageous!” Beside her, Victoria Hayes tried to soothe her mother. “Mom, please calm down. Madison already called Sebastian.”

Why couldn't they let go completely? "Sir, should we head back?" Jimmy watched as Adriana's car disappeared beneath the mottled streetlights before cautiously speaking. Madam had only come out for coffee with a friend—it shouldn't be anything serious. If Heidi were here, she would surely say their boss was overreacting, being too harsh on his wife. After all, it had been Joan and Edward who forced Madam out, occupying the same house as the sir. Even if Madam had walked out of a hotel with another man, it would still have been the sir's fault first.