“Nothing. Let’s go.”


    “Are we heading straight to the venue?” Victor nced over from the driver’s seat.


    “Yeah.”


    “Mr. Martin wants us to look at more international exhibits. This private jewelry show is all Riverdale’s top crowd. The organizer’s lived abroad for years, so they’re leaning hard into that Western vibe.”


    Ruby nodded. “I know.”


    She propped her head up with one hand, idly scrolling through her phone with the other.


    As she flicked her thumb across the screen, a new message popped up.


    Wendy: “Someone just spotted Theo at the airport.” <!--


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    Ruby sat up straight, immediately tapping open the photo. The guy in the hat and mask–she’d recognize that build anywhere. Who else could it be but Theo?


    So, he was back.


    Wendy: “It’s Mrs. Newton’s 80th birthday. I’m guessing he came back just for her.”


    Ruby: “Is there a party?”


    Wendy: “Photo.”


    Ruby opened it–a bold red invitation card.


    Wendy: “Tonight. You didn’t get one?”


    Ruby didn’t even hesitate. She dialed Tina.


    Tina answered, sounding confused. “What invitation?”


    “Mrs. Newton’s eightieth.”


    “We didn’t get one,” Tina said, worry creeping into her voice. If Grandma was throwing a big birthday party and didn’t invite them, it was basically telling all of Riverdale they were out of the family.


    “When’s the party?”


    “Tonight.”


    Tina fell silent. “…Let me see what I can do.”


    No matter what, they had to get into that party. If they didn’t, the Martin family might as well pack up and leave Riverdale.


    At the Riverdale Intercontinental Hotel, Mrs. Newton wore a deep blue cheongsam, tailored perfectly, with embroidered magpies that seemed toe to life–a perfect touch for the big day.


    Inside the ballroom, guests mingled, gossiping about thetest headlines and politics.


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    No one brought up what happened two years ago.


    In that time, the city’s power yers had already changed hands a few times, but the Newtons were still standing strong.


    The world moved fast–too fast for anyone to dwell on old scandals. Everyone was busy, hustling, making money, climbing higher.


    “Is it true Mr. Newton’s back today?”


    Howard lifted his ss<b>. </b>“He is<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    “The Newtons have basically taken over the Thai market. Mr. Newton’s unstoppable–young and sharp.”


    Howard couldn’t be prouder of Theo these past two years. Aside from that nightmare marriage, he couldn’t think of a single way his son wasn’t the best.


    “Mr. Newton.”


    Theo walked into the ballroom, all six feet of him in a tailored suit that made him look even taller and more striking.


    He’d always been impressive, even two years ago, but now he had a steadiness and maturity that made every girl in the room swoon.


    Kelly spotted her son and lit up like she’d won the lottery, grinning from ear to ear.


    “I’m so d you’re home. Go <i>see </i>your grandma–she’s waiting in the lounge.”


    Kelly led him down the hall, opened the door, and let Theo go in for a private moment with his grandmother.


    As she turned to leave, her toe brushed something on the floor–an envelope.


    She almost ignored it, thinking it was trash, but the corner stuck out just enough to catch her eye.


    In that sh, she saw a face.


    Kelly quickly grabbed the envelope and pulled out the photo inside.


    It was a nude photo–her face front and center.


    Across it, written in bold red marker, were four chilling words:


    Hope you’re doing well.