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There was a slight pause on the line before Marc continued, “Her nis Joyce Scott.”
Kristopher’s hand clenched around the phone. “Joyce Scott?”
Memories flooded back of the twhen Cathy and Joyce had cared for him during his blindness. Joyce had often
spoken passionately about her ambition to launch a jewelry venture with her sister.
Joyce had passed away four years ago, and now another woman bearing her nhad surfaced in the same
industry.
“Yes,” Marc added, his voice hesitant. “It’s the sas Miss Miller's half-sister who died four years ago. It’s
possible this designer knows — the company is yours and is using Ms. Scott's nas a way to test you. Do you
wantto investigate further?”
Thirty minutes later, Marc rushed to the villa with the design drafts and honey water in hand.
Upon entering, he found Kristopher reclining on the couch, eyeing several pieces of jewelry spread out on the
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“Sir,” Marc said, walking over to the dining table to pour the honey water from the thermos. He looked around
the room curiously. “Miss Miller isn’t here?”
Kristopher shifted his attention from the jewelry and shot Marc a cold stare. “Why would Cathy be here?”
Marc hesitated, confused. “Last t| was here, she was...”
The last the had visited to deliver Fluffy to Belinda, he had distinctly seen Cathy moving into the villa, taking
on the role of its new mistress.
“I've made arrangements for her to stay somewhere else,” Kristopher said, clearly annoyed, as he walked toward
the dining table. “It's not appropriate for her, being an unmarried woman, to live in a hI frequently occupy.”
Only then did Marc realize that there were no signs of Cathy in the villa. The decor had shifted back from a girlish
pink to the creamy wood tones that Belinda had favored.
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Even the large portrait of Cathy in the living room had been swapped for a wedding photo of Kristopher and
Belinda.
In the picture, Kristopher appeared serious, while Belinda was nestled against him, her smile warm and radiant.
Marc furrowed his brow. “Sir, this photo... Should | take it down?” Considering Kristopher and Belinda were
divorced, displaying their wedding photo seemed out of place.
Kristopher responded indifferently, “Removing it would just mean hanging it again later. Do you really want that
hassle?”
Marc paused, understanding that Kristopher was suggesting Belinda might cback seeking to reconcile.
He scratched his head, feeling awkward. “That's... True. Madam often threatened to divorce and would leave
home. Whenever you ignored her, she would return, apologize, and feel embarrassed. It's just that this time, it
seems more serious.”
Upon hearing this, Kristopher felt somewhat relieved.
He looked down, sipping the honey water slowly as he examined the design sketches Marc had brought over.
These sketches were polished versions of earlier drafts.
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