Henry listened quietly, offering no opinion.


    As Bianca continued her performance, she began to feel a bit awkward and took a sip of tea to cover her difort.


    "Did you need something from me today?" Henry didn''t want to linger and got straight to the point.


    "There is something," Bianca hesitated, but finally spoke up.


    She had no choice. The situation was dire, and her pride was a luxury she couldn''t afford.


    She exined that she needed to borrow money.


    This was Bianca''s reasoning: high-interest loans were too risky, and she didn''t dare take that chance. It was Lillian who reminded her, "Don''t you still have thatpdog, Henry? Isn''t his family loaded?" Three hundred million would be pocket change for someone like him.


    So, Bianca hade to Henry.


    Henry was genuinely surprised. "Is Seth out of money?"


    "This is a private matter for my family. I don''t want to bother him with it," Bianca said tactfully.


    Henry''s lips curled into a nomittal smirk. "Sorry, but I can''t help you."


    At that moment of rejection, the perfect mask on Bianca''s face began to crack.


    This was the first time Henry had ever refused her.


    "I know it''s a lot..." Bianca tried to exin herself.


    Henry cut her off. "Three hundred million isn''t a lot for me. I''m just not willing to lend it to you."


    She could even see a look of indifference on his face.


    Bianca instantly understood, and her expression turned one of utter humiliation.


    Even though their food was about to arrive, she didn''t stay. She got up and left.


    After she was gone, Henry also rose to leave.


    The waiter called after him, "Sir, your flowers."


    Henry nced back at the pristine white lilies of the valley on the table, a chill rising


    in his eyes.


    Pure and innocent?


    As if she deserved them.


    "Throw them out!"


    There was one thing his father had said that was absolutely right.


    He, Henry, had truly been blind.


    Sophia brought Noreen a sweet soup. "Strange, that Mr. Brooke didn''te today. He came three days in a row, and now that he''s suddenly stopped, almost feel like something''s missing."


    Noreen had no time to worry about such unimportant people and things.


    "Drink your soup before it gets cold," Sophia said, cing a bowl in front of her and waiting until she finished it. "Iheard you a little made this


    Soghing fruit


    soup today. It''s good for the throat."


    "Wow, you know how to make this too?" Noreen praised her. Sophia beamed with an even greater sense of aplishment.


    Just as Noreen was finishing her soup, she received a call.


    The caller informed her that the collector''s item she had wanted to bid on had been sold to someone else for a high price.


    "Can you tell me who the buyer was?" Noreen asked.


    That item had been carefully selected as a mentorship gift for Halley.


    "A gentleman by the name of Seth."


    Noreen''s gaze turned cold.


    Seth again?


    What was he doing buying so many collectibles?


    With the mentorship ceremony just four


    that her


    ''away, it was infuriating et


    carefully chosen gift b snatched away.


    Without hesitation, Noreen dialed Seth''s number.


    The phone was answered on the first ring.