Too late for a second chance (Lila and Dorian)

Cole glanced at the latest news and reported to Kieran in the president's office, high up on the top floor of Morgan Group Headquarters. "Madam did visit the hospital that day, but according to the surveillance footage, she only stayed for about 20 minutes."

Kieran remained silent, his eyes lowered in contemplation. Cole paused as it hit him that the timing matched when the earthquake hit Portmere. Was the president feeling jealous?

After a brief hesitation, he cautiously added, "Mr. Morgan, I'm sure Madam has her own reasons. she believed that you'd be alright. I'll be blunt-if something had really happened to you, honestly, she might've followed you to the end. I—"

Before he could finish, Kieran's sharp gaze snapped up. "Are you that free?"

Cole instantly straightened up. "No, no! I've got plenty of work to do. I'll get on it!"

Without wasting a second, he bolted from the office, muttering inwardly, "The president is obviously head over heels for his wife. He won't even let anyone badmouth her. So, why did he look into all this? They're married, so what's the worst that could happen—a divorce? If he doesn't like Matthew, he could just send him off somewhere else. Matthew's his artist, after all."

Kieran sat for a bit, then grabbed his coat and left. "Love truly makes fools of us all," he brooded.

Meanwhile, Lila and Amelia were sitting side by side, with Xyla sitting across from them at the café.

"I need a small favor from you two. Honestly, I don't know why, but Vince is always so cold to me. I've known him for quite a while, and I know you're part of his circle. So, could you help me out? Maybe give me some tips to win him over."

she mentioned "help", Lila had a feeling it was about Vince—after all, they weren't exactly friends. But

I'm afraid we can't help you with that. We're not exactly close

Deep down, she wondered if they just

be polite to accuse them of withholding information—especially when she was the one asking

"You could

on her. If I bother her

fell over the table before Xyla managed a weak smile. "Forget it. I'll figure something out. sorry for bothering you two. I'll pick out some outfits from my

not necessary. We didn't actually help you with

then stole a quick glance

a beat, she said, "But I'm curious, Ms.

Vince for

'œ

has there been no progress at

a moment before answering truthfully,

and even shopping. We're familiar enough on paper. But when we're together, there's still this wall

polite, comforting nod. "Maybe he's just the reserved