What Zora did not expect was for the man to project something from his phone. On the wall in front of her, there was a comatose man in a luxurious room, on a luxurious bed. There was a nanny attending to him, making her understand that he was watching through the CCTV cameras in his house.Zora was uneasy. “There is a camera in his bedroom? I want to have a separate room and also bring my friend along,” she placed her demand.Mr. Newman was slightly uncomfortable since there wasn’t going to be anything intimate. His reason for keeping the camera there was solely up to him.To not ruin the contract, he said, “The cameras were only installed there because he was single. If you sign the papers, it would be deactivated. As for your friend, we can make the arrangement.”Zora trusted him and therefore fished for a pen in her handbag, resisted a little, but signed the contract in the end. Then, she took a copy and gave one to Mr. Ne

“Michelle, or whatever your name is, don’t you think you are stepping out of line?” Amir was cold and condescending, underestimating Michelle and feeling it was time to put her in her place. Michelle remained unfazed, knowing that Amir was powerless. “I think I need a pair of glasses because I don’t see a line drawn,” she said sarcastically. Coco and the maids giggled, and even though Amir glared at them, the maids put on serious expressions while Coco remained indifferent. “Feel free to be sarcastic, but stay away from the nanny’s affairs. I have decided that she joins us for dinner every night, and that is final,” Amir slammed his hand on the table in anger, causing Coco, the nanny, and the maids to panic. Zora, unfazed, spoke leisurely, “Really? Alright. As Sebastian’s wife and co-owner of this house, I declare that all maids and domestic workers join the dining table.” Amir glared at the maids, causing them to shiver. One of them spoke up, “But Madam, there isn’t enough food to

"Are you sure about what you are saying? After administering the antidote, our contract ends. I no longer want to be involved in this," the doctor said sternly. For the few times he went for his routine weekly checks on Sebastian, he didn't like Michelle's scrutiny of all that he was doing, questioning his skills as a doctor. As soon as he mentioned something, Michelle would G****e it to find out what it was and what it does if she was new to it. Worse, she insisted on being there throughout all the doctor's visits, which made him very uncomfortable. "Are you going to resign from your job?" Amir asked with a confused expression, taking the words out of the nanny's mouth. The doctor was honest, afraid of being nipped in the bud. "Yes. Your cousin's wife asks too many questions. I'm afraid she doesn't trust me. But as for the antidote, since my next check on him is in a few days, I can administer it to him." Amir was slightly relieved. They wanted Sebastian dead before, but with Mich

Mr. Newman noticed the change in her expression and beckoned her to the luxury chair in front of him. “You have paled. Are you alright? Have you eaten? Here, drink some water.” He offered her a glass of water. Zora did not refuse his kind gesture and drank the water. Taking note of the empty drinking glass, Mr. Newman guessed she was hiding something. “Do you know her? Your reaction is suspicious,” he said honestly. Zora pursed her lips, forcing herself to breathe down her anger. “Yes, but I can’t tell you the details.” Mr. Newman smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes as he spoke to her with the same honesty he began with. “I opened my doors to you and told you everything about my family. I might not be your real family, but I see you as a daughter. It’s okay if you want to keep it in.” Zora felt guilty upon listeni

“Am I right to say that you have become ruthless?” her father asked, feeling helpless. Zora did not care what name it was. Her innocent child could not die in vain. Someone had to pay, and that person was living her normal life while she, Zora, was still grieving the loss of her child. Was that being ruthless? She asked seriously, “Dad, what would you do if someone plans an accident that takes my life?” When her father thought about the question, knowing it was his grandchild who lost her life in the accident, he couldn’t pretend to be an angel. “I would be more ruthless.” “Then please don’t blame me,” Zora said from the end of the line. Whereas her father feared she might regret it later, looking back at how mindlessly she loved Ezrah before. “Are you sure that you don’t feel anything for Ezrah anymore?” Zora smiled bitterly from the end of the line. It was the reason she faked her death. If she hadn’t, she knew that Ezrah would have always been in her face. But taking on a new