“What did you say to my brother that day?n, was it really just a coincidence that I picked you up?” Ynda pressed him.


    Ynda wondered what kind of personn really was.


    Was he the sullen, cold guy she met at first, the daring and reckless man he’d shownter, or was he the one right now–trying to stir up trouble between her and Charles?


    She wasn’t stupid; she knew exactly what he was up to.


    “Ms. Grant, do you really think I approached you on purpose?”n asked.


    She didn’t have the energy to dwell on it. Closing her eyes, she said, “I’m tired. Let me sleep here for a bit.”


    She let herself fall onto the couch, and in the next moment, his lips pressed softly against hers.


    He gently parted her lips and explored with careful tenderness.


    She kept her eyes closed, offering only a vague, indifferent response, before he pulled away. Ian got up, grabbed a nket, and draped it over her.


    The phone next to her rang again, probably Charles calling. But he never really had much patience for her; it barely rang twice before he hung up.


    Charles set his phone down, the private room thick with the scent of expensive liquor. Quinn Cooper leaned in with a sly grin, his fox–like eyes glinting mischievously.


    Quinn said, “Calling Ynda, huh? Did you two have a fight or something? No way–with how soft she is, she’d never have it in her to argue with you.”


    Quinn slouched back with a sigh, saying, “Honestly, she hates going out. If she showed up with you more often, she’d totally catch on to all those girls you’re seeing on the sly.”


    Quinn was a real flirt, from looks to personality–a ssic yboy. That tiny mole on his nose only made his fox–like charm stand out even more, making him look like he’d break a heart or two without trying


    Charles rubbed his brow, that gentle smile never leaving his eyes. “She’s probably just pissed at me. Trust me, she never stays mad for long.”


    Quinn smirked. “Seriously, seeing you always soid–back, almost makes me wish you’d finally trip over a girl one day. With all the womening and going around you, not even one’s ever made you lose it?”


    Everyone in the scene knew Charles was proud, ruthless, and could charm just about any woman he set his sights on.


    But with so many flings, he never got stuck–just dropped them and moved on, barely missing a beat.


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    Honestly, people say he doesn’t care much for Ynda, but the truth is, Charles never once considered divorcing her.


    “Lose it? Me?” Charles lifted an eyebrow, a faint smirk appearing as something shed through his mind.


    “They’re just not quite it,” he replied, lips curling up.


    “Tsk, poor Ynda–she’s the innocent one here,” Quinn said.


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    The private room door swung open as Samuel walked in. Quinn, quick as ever, changed the subject right


    away.


    Samuel was the same as always–serious, never cracking a smile, shirt buttoned all the way to the top. He never joined in any girl talk; everyone knew he was a total workaholic, the sort who’d crash at the office for a month without going home, almost freakishly strict about his job.


    But tonight, when the business talk ended and everyone started chatting about women, Samuel’sshes barely lifted as he shot a nce at Charles.


    He only nced for a moment before lowering his eyes to his drink, that wild thought echoing in his mind:


    “What if I became her side piece? Think she’d let me?”


    Leo’s voice came cold and mocking. “You know, the ones who look all innocent are usually the wildest behind closed doors. Seriously, you guys better not get yed. Next time you pick a girlfriend, keep your eyes wide open, or you’ll end up with someone who’s been passed around way more than you’d think.”


    Quinn pped Leo’s phone with augh. “Dude, why are you talking like you’ve got a grudge against good girls? You sneak off, find a girlfriend, and she dumps you or something? Is that why you’re so saltytely?”


    Someone jumped in, “Maybe <i>Leo </i>just didn’t find a real Miss Perfect. In all of Beloris, the only true goody two- shoes is Ynda.”


    Leo’s face flushed crimson, lips thinned as he shoved his phone into his pocket and sneered, “Heh, just you wait. I’ll be watching.”


    He was just waiting for the day Ynda got caught in the act–so he could make this whole crowd eat their words.


    Samuel shot Charles another look. Charles stayed out of the banter, eyes glued to his phone, nobody knowing what was running through his head.


    Ynda slumped onto the couch, refusing to budge.


    Ian was just about to scoop her up and take her upstairs when his phone suddenly rang. He stiffened for a moment, then carried Ynda up before answering the call.


    Whatever he heard on the other end made his expression sink. “Wait for me,” he said.


    After Ian left, Ynda woke up, her head still pounding.


    She massaged her forehead and saw a string of snarky messages from Renee.


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    [Ynda, seriously, you can sleep through this? Everyone says you and that kid are tight, but I just don’t see it. You’re not even gonna shed a tear?]


    [Pathetic. Kids from the orphanage are never worth anything—just like you. Think about the life you lead. No matter how much the Grant Family tries to pretty you up, you’ll never be good enough to step into the real world.]


    After firing off those messages, Renee was still fuming. She snatched up the vase in front of her and smashed it against the wall.


    “Why hasn’t she just dropped dead yet?” Renee spat.


    May heard the noise from the doorway, heart hurting for her. “Renee, don’t let yourself get sick over this.”


    Reneeughed and cried at the same time. “I lost a freaking finger, and my brother still won’t dump that bitch! I can’t take this. She’s not getting away with it.”


    May sighed, pushed the door open, and pulled Renee into her arms.


    “Let’s just get you feeling better first,” May said softly.


    Renee’s tears fell in heavy drops, her jaw clenched like she wanted to tear Ynda apart.


    Then a sharp gleam flickered in her eyes. With a cold sneer, she shot off a message to Grady.


    Thest time Renee went to <i>see </i>Vivian at the hospital, she snagged Grady’s WhatsApp.


    Grady was trouble, and everyone knew it–his reputation was all bad. He and Cedric were Vivian’s muscle, ruthless through and through.


    But Renee didn’t care at all. As long as Grady could get rid of Ynda for good, nothing else mattered to her.


    May kept patting Renee’s back–her hatred for Ynda ran deep. Buttely, what really weighed on her was Dn. He hadn’t been home for ages, too busy keeping that woman under his protection.


    She pressed her lips tightly, unable to stop herself from trembling all over.


    Renee was in tears, but she noticed her mom’s strange state and couldn’t help asking, “Mom, are you okay?”


    May looked pale, waving her hand as if to brush it all away. “I’m just worn out. I worry about you, and now Charles is running thepany, things are still unstable. Let’s not add to his troubles, okay? We’ll deal with everythingter, alright?”


    Renee couldn’t help but let out a bitterugh. Sure, she was showered with affection at home, but in the end, everyone knew this family always sided with her brother.


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    She lowered her gaze, thinking, ‘As long as Charles doesn’t want Ynda gone, she gets to stay in the Sinir family as Mrs. Sinir‘


    Heh, why her?‘ Renee sneered.