ra strolled into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and picked out a few ingredients without much thought before diving into meal prep. Her mind drifted to Z''s


    predicament, and in her distraction, she nicked her finger. It was just a tiny cut, but it bled more than you''d expect.


    She quickly pulled herself together, determined to finish cooking. Afterward, she reached for a bottle and shook out two pills. What ra didn''t realize was that the kitchen door was cleverly designed-opaque from the inside but almost see- through from the outside, making her every move a spectacle for anyone outside.


    Carrying a few dishes to the table, she shed a smile at him. "Dinner''s ready, Mr. Dn."


    Dn slowly closed the file he was reading and maneuvered his wheelchair to the table. ra served him some food and poured a bowl of soup.


    But Dn didn''t reach for it. His gaze lingered on the soup for a few seconds before hisshes fluttered down. "You''ve hurt your hand; you should feed me."


    ra nced at his hand. Wasn''t he just holding a pen a moment ago? But she kept her questions to herself and carefully brought a spoonful of soup to his lips.


    Dn looked up, giving her a sidelong nce. ra forced an awkward smile, "Go on, my cooking''s not bad, you know."


    He gazed at her intently before lowering his head and finishing the soup in one go. "Not bad at all."


    ra exhaled, relieved. "d you like it."


    After feeding him a small bowl of soup, she was about to end the phone call she had kept active, aware that Lincoln was listening in. Now, he should be content.


    She nned toe clean to Dn once the call was over, but suddenly, Dn copsed.


    ra''s heart skipped a beat, and she leapt from her chair. "Mr. Dn?!"


    Lincoln''s voice crackled through the phone,ughing, "ra, you really thought I''d use a slow-acting poison? Just one sip of that poison, and he''s done for. You''re finished!"


    ra quickly hung up. She had swapped the pills on her way over; she wouldn''t ever actually poison Dn. She was just putting on a show for Lincoln, knowing he was eavesdropping.


    Kneeling beside Dn, she threw caution to the wind and started CPR. They were just vitamins—why did Dn faint?! Her forehead gleamed with sweat, and after what felt like an eternity, he finally came to.


    ra let out a breath she didn''t realize she was holding, her eyes misty. "Mr. Dn, don''t scare me like that."


    Dn rubbed his forehead, his voice weak. "I haven''t eaten all day. Probably low blood sugar."


    ra was so frustrated she could scream. Her teeth clenched, cheeks flushed with frustration, she didn''t know what to say, her body trembling slightly.


    But Dn''s calm demeanor suggested he was clueless about what just happened. He even touched the corner of his mouth, asking nonchntly, "What were you doing?"


    ra, still flustered, blushed with embarrassment. "I saw you faint and gave you CPR."


    Dn''s eyes took on an odd look as they swept over her. Remembering his dislike for close contact with women, ra quickly promised, "I didn''t mean to; I was just panicking. Mr. Dn, you''ve got to believe me."


    Dn turned away, "Get out, I don''t want to see you."


    He seemed disgusted, as if she''d crossed a line. ra felt a chill run through her. Last time, he''d misunderstood her during a business meeting, and now this-she felt like she couldn''t clear her name no matter what.


    She opened her mouth, hesitated, and finally said, "I have a boyfriend. I have no other intentions toward you, Mr. Dn."


    "Who''s seen your boyfriend? How does anyone know if you''re telling the truth?"


    ra was momentarily speechless, thinking of Z possibly suffering under Lincoln''s control. She wanted to tell Dn everything, but now he seemed to loathe her.


    Taking a deep breath, she realized Lincoln thought Dn was dead and might make a move soon. Once Dn acted, Lincoln wouldn''t have much time left.


    She decided to start by keeping tabs on Lincoln and finding out where Z was held. ra headed straight for the door, changed her shoes, and left.


    Dn watched her hasty departure, reaching out to touch a lush potted nt beside him. Aiden slowly stepped out from the shadows, hesitating before speaking.


    "Boss, do you really have to mess with her like that?" It was almost like watching a cat toy with a mouse.


    Dn paused, hisshes lowering. "You think I''m being too harsh?"


    Not exactly, but... the humor seems a bit dark, not fitting his image. Knowing ra had swapped the pills and still pretending to faint-he''d scared her into showing her true self.


    Dn continued to toy with the nt, his tone indifferent, "This is who I really am." Ever since she lost her memory, she''s been so easy to mislead, so entertaining. Before, she''d see through these tricks in an instant. He should thank those who caused her to lose her memory.