Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 511 Compromising Photos

From just a few sentences, I could tell how terrifying that moment must have been. But questions swirled in my mind.

Leonard would never let anything happen to his child, and Amelia wouldn't either. So, how did Luca manage to take the kid? If I remembered correctly, the child was old enough to walk and run around. This wasn't something as simple as snatching a baby. What was more, why was Amelia the only one there? And why did she end up pushing Luca off a building?

The puzzle pieces in my head began to fall into place, forming a darker truth. I couldn't shake the suspicion that Luca had been framed. Someone might have gone to extreme lengths to secure the position as heir.

Zack's next words confirmed my theory. "Leonard proposed to Amelia. Right after, she was taken to the police station. It caused quite a stir. Did you hear about it?"

I shook my head. I hadn't kept up with the news at home for a long time. Since I was "dead", it seemed only right to stay invisible and avoid reopening any old wounds-especially those that involved Leonard.

Zack arched a brow but didn't push further. "Doesn't matter. It's got nothing to do with you anyway. And from the looks of it, you're doing pretty well here in Erewhon. Give it a few years, and you can probably go back without anyone remembering what happened." He shrugged, a grin playing on his lips. "Julian's dying for you to visit and meet the baby, though."

I sighed, raising my glass. Just as I took a sip, someone bumped into me, spilling a bit of wine.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to," came a slurred apology.

Thomas, who was clearly drunk. His bleary eyes squinted at me.

an attendant,

be guided away. But not before

brow. "Are you not

smile. "Let's

sticking around for more of Mackenzie's passive-aggressive jabs.

...

next morning at work,

folks from

Gray Realty was a major player in Erewhon. If we could land a deal with them,

out to them on my own initiative a while back, but their response had been lukewarm at best. Now that they'd

the conversation. "Gray Realty? Let me handle this," she said, trying to sound authoritative. "It's just a design project. Rinatta can prep the materials,

sound

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everything