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    A cool breeze drifted gently through the room.


    For once, Maia truly felt thefort of belonging.


    Elsewhere, Chris sat contentedly at hisputer, his spirits unusually high.


    As he began casually scrolling through thetest gossip online, something unexpected caught his eye. Photos had surfaced on a social media page.


    There was Maia, clearly entering a luxurious ck Maybach. Another image showed her leaning toward the car owner in an intimate stance.


    Though the man’s face was partially hidden, Chris immediately sensed familiarity in his profile.


    Eyes narrowing sharply, Chris’ grip involuntarily tightened.


    Under the mounting pressure, the mouse gave out.


    In the next instant, it snapped with a sharp crack!


    Maxwell had just settledfortably into bed when his phone buzzed urgently.


    Picking it up, he heard Chris’ tense voice, saying, “Look online at the new photos. I want every detail you can find on this guy — right now.”


    After ending the call, Maxwell quickly opened his messages to review the photos.


    A secondter, his eyes widened in disbelief. He growled furiously, “Who’s the idiot daring enough to mess with Mr. Cooper’s woman? They must have a death wish!”


    Filled with seething anger, Maxwell was tempted to track down the culprit himself and teach him a painful lesson.


    “Sleep can wait tonight!” he muttered fiercely, immediately contacting hiswork to dig up every scrap of information possible. By sunrise, he intended to hand Chris a file containing detailed records.


    At the Morgan residence, a suffocating silence hung heavily over the dinner table.


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    Richard’s expression was dark as he stared nkly at the dishes, cold and reheated so often they’d lost any appeal.


    No one dared move until he did.


    After being reheated repeatedly, the food had lost all trace of appeal. Tricia lingered nearby, silent, dutifully warming and serving the dishes without a single question.


    Jarrod’s stomach growled loudly, betraying his hunger.


    Richard shot him a scathing look. “Is eating all you think about?”


    Sandra quickly interjected, sharply defending her son, “Richard, you might have lost your appetite, but don’t punish everyone else. We’ve waited the entire day. Eat first, and talkter.”


    Richard remained silent.


    Without another word, he picked up his fork and started eating. Only then did the others cautiously join in, eating quietly, tension thickening the air.


    Jarrod kept his head low, hastily eating, unable to erase the dazzling image of Maia dominating the stage from his thoughts.


    After the meal, the family moved silently to the sofa, each anxiously scrolling through thetest news.


    Sandra’s fingers trembled as she clutched her phone, deep lines furrowing her brow.


    One headline after another shed across the screen, all tied to the singingpetition.


    The sheer intensity of it all stole the breath from her lungs.


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