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Jared, fully aware of the history between them now, stiffened. If Lilian lost her temper, there was no telling what she might do to Nola. So, with an easy smile, he…
He spoke before she did.
“I was wandering around your home and got a little lost. Luckily, I ran into her, and she showed me the way.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie.
He hadn’t expected to see Nola again. He really had been walking around the estate, but lost? Not quite. Instead, he had stumbled upon her being harassed by the servants—again. So, he had brought her with him.
And now, barely minutes later, Lilian had shown up.
Lilian let out a small breath of relief—Jared didn’t seem to have a clue about Nola’s true identity.
Her anger toward Nola dimmed slightly. If Nola had said something she shouldn’t have, Lilian would make sure Nola lived to regret it. Lilian shot Nola a sharp glare.
“Now that you’ve played tour guide, go do your job. What are you standing around for?”
“Yes, I’ll go right away.” Nola flinched, clearly startled, and quickly nodded before bowing. But just as she turned to leave, she stole a glance at Jared.
For a brief moment, under the perfect angle and lighting, Nola looked breathtakingly beautiful—almost mesmerizing. Lilian, catching the way Jared’s gaze lingered, felt her barely contained anger ignite all over again.
Jared, momentarily caught off guard by Nola’s fleeting look, snapped back to himself and turned to Lilian.
“You came in such a rush. Is there something important you need to tell me?”
Lilian had come to ask Jared for help, but Nola’s presence had thrown everything into disarray, leaving her emotions tangled.
With her prideful nature, asking for help was already difficult enough. But now, with Jared and that woman aggravating her, the words she had planned to say suddenly felt impossible to voice.
“It’s nothing. Just some minor funding issues with the Fisherman’s Cove project. But don’t worry, the Perkins family has the resources to handle it. I just thought I’d inform you. Also—going forward, you are not to speak to that woman without my permission.”
She regained her composure, set the terms, and then turned on her heel, her black high heels clicking sharply against the floor as she walked away.
Back in her room, Lilian pulled out her phone and scrolled to the mysterious contact’s message. After a brief pause, she replied, “I agree to your terms. Transfer the investment.”
“Good. Deal.”
The reply came almost instantly, as if the sender had been expecting her message. Within seconds, an electronic contract arrived for her to sign.
Lilian scanned the document carefully. Finding nothing amiss, she signed and sealed it, making the agreement official.
True to their word, the mysterious figure wasted no time. Within two days, Lilian’s financial crisis was resolved.
The stalled Fisherman’s Cove project was back on track, the boardroom filled with nothing but smooth negotiations and satisfied shareholders. The very people who had been berating her days ago were now falling over themselves to praise her. After all, anyone who could secure such a massive investment at the eleventh hour was not someone to underestimate.
Jared and Isabella, having caught wind of the situation, couldn’t help but be intrigued by the unknown benefactor who had stepped in to save Lilian.
“I’ve confirmed the evidence against the Perkins family is locked in a safe inside Aldwin’s bookshelf,” Jared said.
“I’m just waiting on the higher-ups to greenlight the operation. But this mysterious investor… I have no idea who they are. They are not even in the Perkins family’s extensive network. I’m worried this might throw an unexpected wrench into things.”
Isabella considered this.
“Maybe we missed something. Estresa isn’t exactly home turf for us. Remember I mentioned having some contacts here? Give me a moment—I’ll see if they know something.”
“Alright.”
Wasting no time, Isabella made a call to Healy.
In one of the most exclusive private rooms of Estresa’s top restaurant, Healy sat dressed to perfection, barely containing his excitement.
He never imagined that one day, J would summon him here. The thought of finally meeting the person he had admired for so long sent a thrill through him.
He checked his watch—ten minutes until the scheduled meeting. Just as he exhaled slowly, steadying himself, a knock sounded at the door. His eyes lit up instantly. Without hesitation, he stood and moved to open it.
“Mr. J… hey, Miss, who are you?” The delight dancing in Healy’s eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by his trademark composed demeanor.
Having recognized Healy from countless media appearances, Isabella stepped forward.
“Mr. Welch, I’m the one who arranged today’s meeting. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
As she extended her hand, realization dawned on Healy—this was the mysterious J standing before him. Though caught off guard, he recovered swiftly, accepting Isabella’s handshake with practiced grace.
“Miss J, please come inside.”
With practiced efficiency, Healy closed the private room door and settled beside Isabella, graciously serving her coffee with the poise of a seasoned host.
“My sincerest apologies. I must admit, I hadn’t anticipated J being a lady.”
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Isabella dismissed his words with a gentle shake of her head.
“No need for apologies. The ambiguity was my doing. I’m Isabella Patton, and I’ve come today hoping to gain insight into Estresa’s current situation.”
Healy’s posture shifted, taking on an air of dignified authority.
“Miss Patton, while the Welch family may not wield the influence it once did, our roots run deep in Estresa’s soil. Whatever knowledge you seek, I’ll share without reservation.”
“Alright.”
As Isabella unveiled the mystery surrounding Lilian’s shadowy benefactor, Healy found himself at a loss. However, the mention of her friend Jared’s alliance with Lilian stirred genuine concern within him.
“Miss Patton, I’ll assist in uncovering this enigmatic figure’s identity. As for Mr. Cooper—he’s become quite the talk of Estresa lately. The masses have all but written his future as a Perkins family bridegroom. Truth be told, after the development project in the west of Estresa was halted, whispers abound that the Perkins family are poised to seize control. Yet something about this situation raises red flags. I pray your friend hasn’t been dazzled by the Perkins family’s glittering facade. To align with them is to dance with danger itself.”
Healy’s words carried the weight of genuine concern, born from the trust he’d placed in Isabella.
She acknowledged his warning with a knowing nod.
“Your concern is appreciated, but unnecessary. He’s well aware of his actions.” Her gaze met Healy’s directly.
“About the project in the west of Estresa — I’ve reviewed your development plans thoroughly. They’re impeccable. However, the media storm surrounding it warrants…
Deeper investigation.
“Based on what you’ve shared, certain elements don’t quite add up.”
Healy absorbed her words carefully, while simultaneously turning his attention toward the machinations of the Perkins family.
The halls of power in Estresa stirred once again as the government summoned another meeting about the development project in the west of Estresa. Every player with a stake in the game received their invitation, including the Welch Group and Perkins Group. Lilian, caught in this web of influence, found herself obligated to attend.
Seizing the moment of Aldwin’s and Lilian’s absence, Jared slipped into Aldwin’s study like a shadow at noon.
His heart leaped at the sight of the documents nestled within Aldwin’s safe, victory within his grasp.
“Who’s there!” A sharp voice shattered the silence.
In one fluid motion, Jared stuffed the damning evidence into his clothes and whirled around, only to find Lilian’s fist already cutting through the air toward him.
“Jared!”
The study transformed into their battleground, where every shadow held a threat. As Lilian locked eyes with Jared, the warmth she once felt for him crystallized into ice-cold fury.
The man before her was no longer the person who had earned her trust—he had become her enemy the moment he dared to break into the Perkins family’s study and steal their financial records.
Each move between them was a deadly dance of calculated precision. Though Jared hadn’t anticipated Lilian’s return—she should have been miles away with Aldwin—he found himself matching her skill for skill. The dagger in her grip flashed dangerously, each strike a lethal promise aimed at his vital points.
Jared’s heart thundered with each passing second. Any moment now, their violent dance could draw unwanted eyes.
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