“Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside’s Edge…” James muttered to himself. 

That painting was his family’s most important heirloom. 

Before his grandfather died, he told James that their family could be wiped out, but that painting was the one thing they could not lose. 

It remained in James’s mind, even after ten years. 

“Get ready. We act tonight.” 

 

“Understood.” Henry nodded. 

“Alright, you should leave. My wife’s about to get off work. She doesn’t want me to be around knaves and hooligans, and it’s obvious from your appearance alone that you’re not a good guy. If my wife saw you, I’d be in for another lecture.” 

Henry’s expression fell. 

He was just slightly darker-skinned. Why does that make him a hooligan? Why would that make him a bad guy? 

“Don’t just stand there, get lost.” James sent a kick his way. 

Henry turned and left. 

James glanced at the time. Thea’s work had ended. She would be coming out any moment. 

He pushed his electric motorcycle along and made his way to the Callahans’ Eternality Group. Before he could approach the entrance, however, he spotted a woman walking out of the building. 

She was five foot ten, clad in formal business attire that consisted of a white button-down shirt, a black pencil skirt, and red heels. 

Her chestnut-colored wavy hair framed her face, and the way she walked with a briefcase in her hand conveyed a powerful confidence about her. 

“Thea!” 

bouquet of flowers. “These are for you, Thea. Are you free tonight? I’ve booked a private room

Brandon Frasier, of the Frasiers, one of The Great Four in

obtained Celestial Group’s order list and her apparent friendship with Alex Yates, the chairman of Celestial Group, was exposed, the Callahan’s

as chairwoman of Eternality. She managed to put the

she was crowned

husband, James was virtually unknown. The heirs to wealthy families ignored his

spotted James and his electric motorcycle. She flashed a stunning smile, ignoring Brandon

he booked a private room in The Drunken Fairy and wants me to have dinner with him. I haven’t been

you. You should go. Take me with you, too, if he’s okay with that. I’ve never been there before, either.”

turned sour at the scene. He marched over to them. “James Caden? I’m Brandon Frasier,” he said coldly

accept it, darling?”

you should, though. You’d be able

take it,

smile as he accepted the card. “So,

money and get lost. From now onwards, Thea will have nothing

we’ll go get our divorce sorted right

and wrapped her arms around James’s waist. They then drove

minutes before realizing he had been fooled. He threw the bouquet of flowers he had been holding onto the ground, glaring after James, now far

Thea sat on the couch and held out a hand, grinning at James.

was the one Brandon

your food, your drinks, your amenities, your clothes. What

handed Brandon’s card over. “But this keeps happening, my dearest. Adding up all the money everyone’s given me to break up with you in these ten days, there’d be more than two million

“What money?” 

came from the door.

said hurriedly as she hid

to lie to me, you little brat? I heard

was nothing!” Thea

nodded. “Mhm, it was

shot him a glare. “I’m talking to my daughter. This is none of your business! Look

“Okay.” 

the kitchen and

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