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    There was a slight pause on the line before Marc continued, “Her name is Joyce Scott.”


    Kristopher’s hand clenched around the phone. “Joyce Scott?”


    Memories flooded back of the time when Cathy and Joyce had cared for him during his blindness. Joyce had often spoken passionately about her ambition tounch a jewelry venture with her sister.


    Joyce had passed away four years ago, and now another woman bearing her name had surfaced in the same industry.


    “Yes,” Marc added, his voice hesitant. “It’s the same as Miss Miller’s half-sister who died four years ago. It’s possible this designer knows — thepany is yours and is using Ms. Scott’s name as a way to test you. Do you want me to investigate further?”<fnb329> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? findnovel</fnb329>


    Thirty minutester, Marc rushed to the vi with the design drafts and honey water in hand.


    Upon entering, he found Kristopher reclining on the couch, eyeing several pieces of jewelry spread out on the coffee table.


    “Sir,” Marc said, walking over to the dining table to pour the honey water from the thermos. He looked around the room curiously. “Miss Miller isn’t here?”


    Kristopher shifted his attention from the jewelry and shot Marc a cold stare. “Why would Cathy be here?”


    Marc hesitated, confused. “Last time I was here, she was…”


    Thest time he had visited to deliver Fluffy to Belinda, he had distinctly seen Cathy moving into the vi, taking on the role of its new mistress.


    “I’ve made arrangements for her to stay somewhere else,” Kristopher said, clearly annoyed, as he walked toward the dining table. “It’s not appropriate for her, being an unmarried woman, to live in a home I frequently upy.”


    Only then did Marc realize that there were no signs of Cathy in the vi. The decor had shifted back from a girlish pink to the creamy wood tones that Belinda had favored.


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    Even therge portrait of Cathy in the living room had been swapped for a wedding photo of Kristopher and Belinda.


    In the picture, Kristopher appeared serious, while Belinda was nestled against him, her smile warm and radiant.


    Marc furrowed his brow. “Sir, this photo… Should I take it down?” Considering Kristopher and Belinda were divorced, disying their wedding photo seemed out of ce.


    Kristopher responded indifferently, “Removing it would just mean hanging it againter. Do you really want that hassle?”


    Marc paused, understanding that Kristopher was suggesting Belinda mighte back seeking to reconcile.


    He scratched his head, feeling awkward. “That’s… True. Madam often threatened to divorce and would leave home. Whenever you ignored her, she would return, apologize, and feel embarrassed. It’s just that this time, it seems more serious.”


    Upon hearing this, Kristopher felt somewhat relieved.


    He looked down, sipping the honey water slowly as he examined the design sketches Marc had brought over.


    These sketches were polished versions of earlier drafts.


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