Connor immediately shook his head, "I really have no clue."

"Well, then I have no choice but to call the cops. Once they're here, they'll surely drag Mr. Connor down to the station for a little chat too. Can't promise they won't dig up something else!" Estelle whipped out her phone, ready to dial.

"Wait, don't call!"

Connor, in a panic, tried to get closer to Estelle but was held back by the bodyguard behind him, "Stay put!"

Connor shivered, begging Estelle with his eyes, "Please don't call, I'll tell you everything. Just don't get the cops involved!"

He was a self-made man, and throughout his career, there were a couple of skeletons in his closet he preferred to keep hidden. The last thing he wanted was police involvement.

"Out with it, then!" Estelle lowered her phone.

Connor frowned, obviously reluctant to spill, "It was my ex-wife, Grace!"

"What?" Sophia's eyes widened in shock, "Your ex-wife?"

"Yes!" Connor scowled deeply, "She just can't let go. I gave her nearly half of everything during the divorce, yet she's still clinging on, trying to ruin my upcoming wedding out of spite!"

exchanged a glance; the revelation was unexpected yet

Grace surprised her and Sophia, Tina, who was nearby, clenched her

did your ex-wife find out about your meeting with

didn't spell it out, but it sounded like someone tipped

then shifted towards

by the confrontation, stood up in a

at Tina with disappointment, "You tipped her off,

stammered, on the verge of

you don't talk, we'll just have

the stern gaze of Connor, finally broke down in tears, "Sophia, I'm so sorry,

apologies. I want

lowered her head, her eyes darting around nervously, "It-It was Grace. She had

knew about his plans

that Ms. Yolanda's ring was your design. Then,

report back

short on cash, Sophia. I didn't mean any harm, I

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