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Trey snatched the phone from her hand and glared coldly. “Every time something happens, you run to my brother? You think he’s just sitting around waiting for your calls? Amy, the size of your ego is unbelievable.”Amy froze.She stared at Trey in disbelief. “You… you yelled at me? Mr. Wynn never yells at me.”She looked utterly devastated, covering her face like she wanted to cry but was forcing herself not to.Dolly and I exchanged looks—neither of us had expected this side of her.Trey sneered. “My brother holds his tongue because he still shows you a little sympathy. But me? I don’t owe you a damn thing. “So cut the act. Give it back, now. Or things are going to get ugly.”He was clearly losing his patience.Instead of backing down, Amy grew even more stubborn.Tears streaming, she began dumping the contents of her bag onto the floor. “I didn’t take it! I swear I didn’t! How would I know Miss White had something so valuable in her bag? I’m not a thief! Wuuu…”I looked at the mess

Dolly finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and snapped, “If you’re not guilty, why are you so scared of giving a statement?”Amy’s eyes immediately filled with tears. “I… I really didn’t steal anything. Why do I have to do this?”Dolly was about to fire back again, but I quickly grabbed her.I turned to Miles, who was clearly not in a good mood. “Dolly’s just blunt. I’ll take her out for some air.”Miles gave a slight nod.But then Amy suddenly said, “Miss Dolly should give a statement too. She could be a suspect. Why isn’t she being questioned?”The second the words left her mouth, Dolly’s face turned bright red with fury. She charged forward, ready to argue, and I panicked, wrapping my arms around her waist.Dolly forgot about my injuries—one tug from her and I was pulled right off the bed.A searing pain shot through my thigh. It felt like something had torn. I couldn’t help crying out.Only then did Dolly realize what she’d done. Remembering my stitches hadn’t been removed yet

A familiar dull ache stirred in my chest.My voice came out strained. “Miles, I’m not falsely accusing anyone.”He had every reason to doubt me. I’d said one thing, then contradicted it, circling back and forth in a way that left everyone confused.No one knew what I was trying to do, except me.I was baiting Amy and watching her reactions. One reaction wasn’t enough, but if I twisted my words enough times, she’d eventually slip.And she did, just like I expected.In trying too hard to find holes in my words, she got tangled in them instead. Her agitation gave her away.It was the same kind of reaction Chloe used to have whenever she tried to manipulate me, deliberately triggering my emotions to trap me in her web of words.Now, I was sure that Amy had the brooch.Miles stared at me with those cool, unreadable eyes, until at last, something in them softened.He took my cold hand gently, voice low and calm. “Alright. Eve doesn’t make baseless claims. Take your time.”Amy panicked. “S

I couldn’t help but reach out and grab his hand.Miles’ gaze was calm and distant, like he was recounting something from a lifetime ago.He looked at me seriously. “Eve, she’s really not well. It’s the kind of illness that never gets better. So don’t blame her. “The world is full of broken people—some have suffered far more than you or I.”I nodded, and whatever lingering resentment I’d felt toward Amy faded away.After telling me that story, Miles gently stroked my hair. “You must be hungry. Let me make you something. You didn’t have dinner at the hospital, did you?”Only then did I realize that he was right. I was starving.As he turned to head toward the kitchen, I reached out and caught his hand.Miles turned to look at me.I asked softly, “Miles… you must’ve been really lonely back then, weren’t you?”He froze. For a moment, his whole body tensed, eyes locked on mine.I held his gaze. “Am I right?”Miles gave a small nod, then suddenly stepped closer and kissed me deeply.The ki

What I didn’t know was that, high above the clouds, a hand was turning a black phone in its grasp.The man had striking features, and the slight curve of his thin lips carried a hint of carefree mockery.He was on a luxurious private jet. Outside the porthole, dense clouds rolled by.A man in a black suit, likely a subordinate, walked over and respectfully reported, "Mr. Vaughn, we’ll arrive in Highridge in half an hour. Please fasten your seatbelt."Tristian gave a lazy nod and asked, "Keep sending flowers these next few days. Buy a few things women like and send those too."The man in the black suit hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Vaughn, wouldn’t that alert Mr. Wynn? He already turned down your offer before. Shouldn’t we be playing hardball instead?"Tristian glanced coolly at him.The subordinate immediately lowered his head in fear. "Forgive me for overstepping."Tristian tapped open his iPad unhurriedly. "Any updates on Julian Moore lately? He seems to have vanished."The subordin