Beyond the photos were countless records of jewelry purchases at auctions. Each piece was sent to Florence under his brother’s name, claimed to be a gift from an elder.
His love was both discreet and extravagant, woven into every detail.
It pierced my heart, leaving a dull ache in its wake.
I recognized those jewelry brands.
It was nothing more than a complimentary gift from the auction house, yet he had told me it was a present meant for me.
I let out a self-mocking laugh and didn’t bother looking any further.
Instead, I sent a message to the company's shareholders, announcing a shareholders' meeting in three days.
At that meeting, I would officially take over the company.
For three years, he had taken what belonged to me. It was time for him to return it.
I didn’t sleep at all that night.
At dawn, I got up to wash up. Just as I finished, a message popped up in the company’s work group chat.
Edward reacted as if facing a crisis, his expression tense.