So she was right, Leonica thought with a smirk during the car ride back home, Irene's just a pawn, and the real culprit must be someone close. Now, who would it be?

She didn't have an answer for that, but it didn't matter, what did, was the fact that she now had proof that she had been right and she could now move on with her plan.

Her plan, Leonica sighed as she leaned her head against the window, how many times since she came back to Norway has she had to concoct a plan to catch some mastermind? Said masterminds were even surprisingly dull, but that didn't stop them from being annoying. And Irene was going to be no different.

Leonica had no beef with her. She couldn't hold her accountable for being brought into this world, but she could hold her accountable for joining hands with someone to ruin her family.

Which begged the question, what were they actually hoping to achieve?

To soil her father's name and make him look like an uncaring father in the eyes of the public, thus leading to the decline of the Romero family's wealth, which would also cause her wealth to decline. Or, did they simply just want money?

No, she shook her head, Not everyone was as shallow as Angelina.

There was something bigger to this, something even she needed to concentrate hard on, in other to figure it out.

Something that needed the existence of Irene to be exposed. What is it?

"Ah, here we go again," Leonica groaned as she massaged her head. Damn, how she hated this part of the cycle, having to decipher her enemies moves in other to win the game. Pulling out her phone, she clicked on a few buttons and dialed Lena, her private investigator's number.

The phone rang for a few seconds before it was answered. "Ms. Romero, how can I help you?"

"I need you to keep an eye on someone, Lena. Do it in a way that doesn't draw any attention. Her name's Irene Rosewood."

The other end was silent for a few seconds before Lena responded. "...of course, Ms. Romero. Is there anything else?"

Leonica thought for a few seconds before nodding to herself. "As a matter of fact, there is."

The next day Irene woke up feeling horrible. As she got ready to go to the department store, she grumbles about how she had slept on nothing but thin layers provided by Meredith. That was no way for them to treat the family's first daughter.

when she spotted Irene stepping out. "Are you heading somewhere? Would like if if I asked for a car to be prepared?" "Yes," Irene answered without even sparing the maid a glance. "Have

was told. Soo, Irene was cruising towards the department store in the Maybach that had been prepared for

she could get used to

can I find the furniture department?" Irene asked the

man simply pointed towards the second floor and Irene

through all the

who had been helping her was stunned by the amount

sure you want all these? The prices here at our stores are quite

narrowing her eyes at him, while she took offense to his words. "Are you saying I'm

man quickly shook his head, not wanting to get in trouble with her.

She turned to her driver who was standing a little far off. "You," She beckoned him. "Find the manager of this store." When the

person, flinched, before rushing to do as they

but feel pleased by the reaction

later that the store's manager came over and after seeing the crowd that was growing because of the scene Irene

who silently pointed between Irene and her

me sir," Irene

"This sales person is rude. He has been treating me disrespectfully.

a customer. How about we allow his actions pass and settle your-" The manager was stunned when he

be paying with this." She pulled out the black card

manager nearly choked

is a black card. Only three percent of the world's population has these and yet...you... You're... I apologize for my imprudence, Ma'am, please forgive me!" Irene was speechless with her eyes wide for a few seconds,

Was this how Leonica

the case, then, this

oh, how she could get used to

"What is your name?"

Connor, answered

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