The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 213

As Judson's words lingered in the air, Cyrus' face flushed with anger. "Judson, today's Nancy's big runway show, so I'm not going to fight with you. But mark my words, Nancy will see through your deceit someday."

Judson's retort was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. "Nancy might not see how despicable I am, but she sure knows how hypocritical you are."

Hypocritical? Cyrus was taken aback. What was Judson implying? Could it be that...

Cyrus fixed Judson with a piercing stare. "You've got your memory back, haven't you?"

Judson smirked, a playful glint in his eyes, but before he could answer, the sound of melodious music filled the room. The stage's center platform rose, revealing a girl in a white evening gown, gracefully playing the piano.

But Cyrus wasn't caught up in the spectacle. He kept his eyes on Judson, his voice urgent. "You do remember, right?"

"Got any proof?" Judson shrugged dismissively. "Cyrus, give up on trying to separate me from Nancy." Judson's cryptic words left Cyrus feeling heavy-hearted. Judson had a point; even if he had regained his memory, without concrete evidence, convincing Nancy of the truth was near impossible.

Cyrus' face darkened. "Judson, some truths are undeniable, no matter how well they're hidden. Nancy hates being lied to."

Judson's laugh was mocking. "Do I need you to tell me that? Maybe you should take a closer look at yourself."

Between him and Cyrus, who had deceived Nancy more?

excitement swept through the crowd. "Look, my brother is

sleek car, making his way down the red carpet. Cameras flashed incessantly

clothes Nancy had designed. They were absolutely stunning. "The belt Lena designed, I bet it'll sell out in no time," the actor joked, lifting

us more, we can handle it!" someone shouted

was unable to contain his amusement. "Having Galen open the show was a brilliant move. It's causing quite

raising an

her head

for the fans," Michael chimed in with his laid-back voice, breaking

to see Michael, dressed in a wine-red è tailored suit, his eyes accentuated

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wrong with it?" Michael asked,

not about how it looks. I bet you'll have more men than

dangerously. "Do you need a

was light, but

grumbling, "Can't even

as he was about to

his gaze directly. "Let me redo your