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“I already told you, that Mrs. Weiss is currently busy with guests If you want to see her, you can

“Did you tell her it’s Monica?” Monica asked the front desk employee working for Cecil’s foundation. Monica had been waiting for her all day and had finally heard that Cecil had arrived. “I just wanted to talk. Please…”

“Is this a place where you can just be

if you want something?” wornan asked, her voice sharp as she glared at Monica. “Mrs. Weiss doesn’t recognize you, so instead of shamelessly standing there, leave, or else I will call security to escort you out!”

“But-”

“Monica, let’s go…” Amalia said. She held her daughter’s arm and gestured for her to leave.

“But, Mom, Cecil-”

“Let’s talk outside…”

Monica and Amalia stepped out of the building, the cold air hitting them as the heavy doors shut behind them. Monica barely made it a few steps before her legs felt weak. Her breaths were uneven as frustration and despair clawed at her chest.

“She convinced me,” Monica choked out, her hands curling into fists. “She promised me everything was taken care of. The cameras, the staff–everything! She told me I wouldn’t have to worry about anything!”

Amalia exhaled, rubbing her temples. “I know.” She glanced back at the towering building behind them. “But we can’t force her to see us. She’s done with you.”

Monica’s stomach twisted. The betrayal stung worse than she thought it would. Cecil had assured her, over and over again, that she had nothing to worry about. That everything would go smoothly. That Izzy would be ruined, and Monica would come out victorious.

And yet, here she was. Standing outside like a beggar.

Amalia glanced at her daughter. “Unless of course… we use the media again.”

Monica’s hands clenched tighter.

Izzy hadn’t posted the proof yet.

That meant they still had a window of opportunity. If they moved fast enough, if they framed this the right way, they could turn this around.

Cecil was a socialite. A woman obsessed with her public image. If they dragged her into a scandal, she wouldn’t be able to ignore them. She would be forced to clean up the mess–even if it meant helping Monica.

But there was a problem.

Monica exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I have nothing on her.”

frowned. “What do you

in writing.” In fact, the only thing that she has now was the money that Cecil had given her. Sadly, the woman could easily say that it was something that she’d given Monica for what happened with her child. That check, coupled with the video, would be enough to prove that Cecil was in on it. But would Izzy

that video?

Wed, Feb

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dawning on her. Cecil had played this game far longer than they had. She had protected

Monica felt sick.

need to rest. You just

her mother was right. She was

in her throat and nodded. “Fine.”

last glance at the building, the two

they didn’t know was that Cecil was watching them

wine, her expression unreadable

no longer useful

window.

her down with her, she was going to learn just how ruthless Cecil Weiss could be. Cecil swirled the wine in her glass, watching as Monica and Amalia

left,” the assistant said.

“Have you heard

he boarded a flight to New York. However,

always. been a sensitive topic for him. But he was a man in his late twenties, not a child. What

however, was

had given Izzy five percent. So what? It wasn’t permanent. Izzy won this round, but

out to a few

to her.

The assistant paused. “He was seen with Pamella

sharpened.

assistant nodded. “Yes. From

crossing one leg over the other. Now

Pamella Johnson.

was

smile formed on Cecil’s lips. Maybe her son wasn’t as useless as she thought.

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to the media.”

“P–Pardon me?”

to the media. Make some- I don’t know- make some vague headlines about the heir of Weiss Inc. and the heir of

secretary nodded and promptly left

wine glass. It seemed that fate was helping her this time.

the moment they arrived at the

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