Faith lowered her gaze. Her eyes were filled with determination when she looked
up again. "Our mother-daughter rtionship ends here."
Beatrice felt her heart drop. She looked at Faith in disbelief. "You''re cutting ties
with me?"
"Yes, I''m cutting ties with you," Faith muttered. "Not just with you, but also with
Dennis and everyone in the Moore family."
"Aren''t you after Moore Group?" Beatrice''s throat went dry, and she couldn''t
believe her ears.
Her obedient daughter, who always sought her love and approval, was now
severing their rtionship.
"Yes." Faith nodded. "Moore Group is mine for the taking. It was rightfully mine all
along. Everyone knows that Moore Group wouldn''t be where it is today without
me."
Faith bent down, picked up the handbag that had fallen on the floor, and handed it
back to Beatrice.
Her lower back was still in pain and she nearly broke out in cold sweat.
Beatrice''s hands trembled as she took the bag, yet she still tried to maintain the
authority of a mother. "You''re being reckless. I''ll wait for you to calm down, and
then we''ll talk again."
Without giving Faith any chance to respond, she continued, "Your father has
already brought that bastard child back. You need to find a way to deal with him."
After saying this, Beatrice nced at Faith''s indifferent expression, feeling a wave
of unease. She clutched her handbag and quickly left.
Faith didn''t stay much longer and also walked out.
...
It was lunchtime at the film set.
Michael nudged Amelia. "What did you say to L earlier? She''s been distracted
during her free time."
"Nothing much. I just told her that the Moore family might take action soon and
that she should be careful." Amelia observed Michael, whose face was thick with
makeup for his role, and whose hair had been cut short. His entire demeanor now
appeared more rugged and resolute.
"You know, you actually look pretty good like this," Amelia teased.
"Don''t change the subject. Why did you tell her about the Moore family? You just
made her worry more." Michael clicked his tongue.
"I just wanted to warn her to be cautious. Those people never y fair." Amelia
frowned.
"Look over there." Michael gestured toward two men standing nearby. "Those are
the bodyguards Mr. Morgan hired."
"Having bodyguards doesn''t mean she can let her guard down. Even with them or
us around, there will always be blind spots." Amelia sighed.
Michael knew she had a point, but seeing L distracted made him uneasy.
Before he could say anything else, L set down her spoon. "You two can stop
whispering. What exactly can the Moore family do?
"I''ve thought about it, and having
theme after me wouldn''t make
any sense. I have nothing to do with
Morgan Group''s business. And.
hurting me would only provoke
Kieran. What would they gain from
that?"
She frowned. "Instead of wasting their energy on me, wouldn''t it be smarter for
them to focus on getting on Kieran''s good side?"
The more she thought about it, the
less she understood. It wasn''t as if
they would threaten Kieran using her
safety, right? If that were their n,
then the Moore family was out of
their mind.
Amelia and Michael both shook their
heads. They couldn''tprehend
this outdated way of handling
things. There werews set in ce.
Why were these people still acting
like criminals?
After they finished eating, the three sat, lost in thought.
Just then, an assistant ran over. "Ms. Hart, someone is here to see you."
L looked up. "Me? Did they say who they were?"
"The person didn''t say, but he''s tall and quite good-looking. But he isn''t from the
industry. I don''t recognize him," the assistant replied.
L thought for a moment. "Bring him over."
The assistant nodded and turned to fetch the visitor.