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    An’s lips twitched, a mocking smile threatening to appear. How ridiculous. As if he would ever regret ending the engagement with her. She really thought too highly of herself. He’d rather live alone forever than be tied to her again. But rather than waste another breath arguing, he turned on his heel and headed to his car.


    An returned momentster, carrying another sheet of paper and a pen. Without a word, he quickly scribbled out a duplicate agreement and handed it to Damian.


    Damian quietly brought the new copy over.


    Adah took both documents and beganparing them. Her eyes moved back and forth, checking each line carefully. Once she was certain the two copies matched perfectly, a small, satisfied smile appeared on her face. Then, with calm confidence, she signed her name on both copies. She kept one and handed the other to Damian, who walked it back to An.


    As An epted the signed paper, a deep sense of relief washed over him. It was over. Her signature sealed the deal. His grandfather could no longer force his hand.


    His mood lifted instantly.


    ncing down at the document again, something caught his attention—her signature. For a moment, he just stared at it. Adah’s handwriting was surprisingly graceful and elegant, with bold strokes and quiet confidence in every letter. It contradicted the image he had of her as simple and ordinary. People often said handwriting revealed the soul, but in Adah’s case, it seemed almost the opposite.


    Shaking the thought from his mind, An folded the paper, got into his car, and drove away.


    Adah stood still, her back to the gate, waiting until An’s car was nothing but a speck on the horizon. Only when she was certain he was gone for good did she turn away. Her heels crunched softly on the gravel as she headed back toward the house, gripping the signed agreement tightly in one hand.


    Damian opened his mouth to warn her that Lance was in the living room, but she was already walking too fast to hear.


    Confident there were no outsiders, Adah dropped her act the moment she stepped inside. With a tired groan, she yanked off the cheap wig and threw the dowdy coat onto the sofa without a second thought.


    “God, pretending to be that mousy little thing is exhausting!” she muttered, rubbing her sore neck. “I can’t stand being so damn ufortable.”


    But her words barely left her lips when she froze. Her discarded wig and coat hadnded right on the head and shoulders of a man sitting on the sofa.


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    Nearby, Clifton, Kieran, and Heather stood frozen, jaws ck with shock. They had intended to greet Adah, but with Lance in the room, they dared not speak. Now, they were left in stunned silence, unsure what to do next.


    Her breath hitched as her eyes flicked from the frozen trio to the man on the sofa. Her heart skipped a beat. She turned to Heather, who stood closest. “Who is he?”


    Heather’s response came instantly. “Lance Evans. He’s staying here as Elliana’s protégé.”


    Adah’s mind raced. She remembered Elliana mentioning Lance—calling him a prodigy—but warning that he could be a bit naive, even a little foolish at times.


    Meanwhile, Lance had been lounging, quietly scrolling through his phone, when something soft and fuzzy suddenly smacked him in the face, followed by a heavy coat flopping over his shoulders. Startled and confused, he fumbled to push the strange items away. He peeled off the wig and coat, blinking in confusion, just as he caught fragments of Adah and Heather’s conversation.


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