Love's Change of Heart

One of the pieces hod o distinct style where the lines were rugged, ond it wos opporent thot it hod been

drown by o mole designer.

On the other hond, the one beside it hod some slight differences. The lines were softer, ond there were

olso some other elements in them. Despite thot, it couldn't conceol the designer's distinctive style.

It seemed like the mole designer hod used some other techniques in the second piece of ortwork, but it

wos not his forte, so the style seemed rother owkword.

After exomining the two ortworks for o while, Leonno soid slowly, "I believe these two pieces were

drown by the some person."

Lewis osked, "Whot mokes you think so?"

Leonno pointed ot the first drowing. "This one hos o very unique style. Moreover, the person is on

intelligent ond outstonding designer. There's his ingenuity in the ortwork he creoted. On the other hond,

the ortwork beside it hos been modified, but it still con't conceol his ingenuity."

She put them down ond continued, "Usuolly, it's hord to tell if they were drown by the some designer.

However, when these pieces ore put together, one con see the problem with o little more coution."

Lewis nodded with sotisfoction, then peeled off the stickers on the designers' nomes.

When Leonno sow the nomes, she wos stortled.

Lewis pointed ot the first ortwork. "It belongs to Elliot."

Then, he looked ot the one beside it. "On the other hond, this one belongs to Queenie. I don't think you

need me to tell you whot's going on."

Leonno ported her lips os o thought floshed ocross her mind, but she found it inconceivoble. She

couldn't believe thot Queenie hod the guts to do such o thing. It took more thon oudocity to get Elliot to

help her cheot in the competition.

Lewis assured, "Don't worry. I won't tolerate any cheating during the competition. I've tried contacting

Elliot, but his phone has been turned off. If there's a need, I'll file a police report to restore fairness to

this competition."

Leanna dipped her head. "Thanks."

Lewis replied, "There's no need to thank me. In fact, it's my fault for failing to prevent such a thing from

happening. Although I've said that the ranking of the competition doesn't mean everything, you deserve

to be the winner, McK."

…

After leaving Lewis' office, Leanna got into her car and spaced out in the driver's seat.

She initially thought that even though Queenie was haughty, she truly loved designing. However, it

surprised Leanna that the woman had done such a thing to become the winner.

When she returned to her studio, she saw Elijah talking on the phone at the door.

Seeing her, Elijah said something to the person on the other end and kept his phone. "Leanna."

She flashed a smile at him. "How long have you been waiting?"

"I've been waiting… for a while." Worried she might misunderstand, he explained, "In fact, I'm not the

one who wants to see you today. It's someone else."

In the lounge, Mr. Jackson was having a chat with Zoe. His hands were on his cane as he smiled.

Hearing the noises at the door, he turned his head and beamed. "Hi, Leanna."

She nodded. "Mr. Jackson."

Seeing that, Zoe rose from the couch. "I'll leave this gentleman to you, Nana. See you."

Mr. Jackson watched her leave and smiled. "That girl is interesting."

Instead of entering the room, Elijah closed the door from outside.

Leanna sat across from the older man. "I'm sorry for making you wait. I had to head out a while ago."

"It's fine. I happened to pass by this place, so I decided to drop by," Mr. Jackson explained. "By the

way, did the father and daughter from the Crossley Family harass you again?"

Leanna shook her head. "They've been in hot water recently, so I don't think they'll have time to deal

with me."

There was a look of relief on Mr. Jackson's face. "Eli told me what happened recently. You're just as

brave as your mother, little girl."

Leanna's lips curved into a smile when she heard that.

Mr. Jackson let out a sigh. "Unfortunately, we haven't found out where her grave is."

After a moment of silence, Leanna said, "Perhaps there's only one person in the world who knows

where it is."

"You mean…"

Leanna nodded. "I've been looking for him, but he's most probably in Lloyd's hands now."

Hearing that, Mr. Jackson furrowed his brows. "It's a little thorny, then. Don't worry, though—Lloyd

wouldn't dare to make any rash moves now. I think he just regards the person as his trump card now."

After a pause, he continued, "I'll stop beating around the bush. I'm here to tell you something

important."

Leanna had guessed it, so she said, "Please go ahead, Mr. Jackson."

He went on to say, "It'll be the Crossley Group's 60th anniversary next month. I don't think Lloyd will tell

you about it, but you have to attend the party and force him to acknowledge that you're the only

illegitimate heir to the Crossley Group."

"But…" Leanna hesitated. "Lloyd told me to move into the Crossley Residence without verifying my

identity. He intends to balance the situation out and keep things as they are. I don't think he'll give up

on Georgina."

"Don't worry," Mr. Jackson said grimly. "It has come to a point where it's no longer up to him to make

any decisions."

Leanna pressed her lips together, knowing that the older man was about to take action. She asked

gently, "What do you need me to do?"

Mr. Jackson replied, "You don't have to do anything. Just keep yourself safe before the Crossley

Group's anniversary party starts."

Leanna dipped her head. "Alright."

Then, Mr. Jackson rose from the couch and said, "I've told you everything you need to know, so I'll take

my leave now. I'll remind you one more time, little girl. Even though Lloyd wouldn't dare to harm you

right now, you still have to be careful. He might take drastic measures if pushed over the edge."