When Sandra answered Owen''s call, she felt as if her world was copsing. She never imagined something with such a slim chance of happening could actually


    ur.


    "Ms. Woods, I know the Woods family is in trouble, but Mr. Rosenberg hasn''t abandoned you. He''s been working around Mr. Quennel Rosenberg''s people to get you projects. How could you be so foolish as to sell the ne?"


    Owen slowed his pace, cupping his hand over the phone as he whispered, ncing around to make sure no one could overhear.


    "Ms. Woods, you need to buy it back immediately. Make up some excuse-say it was stolen and then found. If Mr. Rosenberg investigates and finds out you''re the one who sold it, he''ll be furious."


    Even with all the affection Lionel had for her, an act like this would surely break his heart. It would make him think she didn''t trust him to help her family.


    "I..."


    Sandra''s mind reeled. The money from the ne was already with Mr. Jones. She had nothing left to buy it back with.


    "I''ll handle it. How is Lionel? Is he angry?"


    "Yes. He sent me to get the security footage. He probably wants to see if it was really you who sold it."


    Hearing this, Sandra felt an invisible hand tighten around her throat. She trembled, unable to speak.


    Owen saw the mall manager approaching. "Ms. Woods, I''ll take care of the footage," he whispered quickly. "You need toe up with a n.”


    "...Okay. Thank you, Owen."


    Owen met the manager in the security office, where the relevant half-hour of footage was already cued up.


    As the video yed, Owen stared at the screen, dumbfounded. It was Hannah, walking out of the resale shop.


    "Mr. Owen here''s the copied video file." The manager held out a USB drive, but Owen didn''t move. He just stood there staring. The other staff in the room exchanged confused nces.


    "Mr. Owen?" the manager repeated.


    He finally snapped out of it, took the drive, and walked out of the office, dialing his phone.


    "Ms. Woods, Hannah was there, too! She just came out of the same shop. And I just remembered, the owner brought out another tray of jewelry. Those were Hannah''s!"


    No wonder the other pieces had looked so familiar.


    "Hannah was selling jewelry, too?" Sandra asked, a sudden realization dawning on her. Her voice rose with excitement. "She''s liquidating marita assets! She''s trying to kide money before the divorcerowe you have to warn Lionel. As for the ne, I know what to do."


    "Got it!"


    Owen hung up and hurried back to Lionel, handing him the drive.


    "Mr. Rosenberg, the footage shows Mrs. Rosenberg leaving the store just a few minutes ago. I think... I think she''s trying to transfer your marital assets," he said, feigning concern.


    The thought hadn''t even crossed


    Lionel''s mind, but Owen''s


    suggestion made a terrifying kind of


    sense. He finally understood why


    Hannah had been so willing to leave with nothing. It wasn''t because she didn''t care; it was because she was secretly preparing for this.


    "Mr. Rosenberg, should I go back to the shop and find out exactly how much she


    sold?" Owen pressed, skillfully shifting all suspicion onto Hannah.


    Lionel''s eyes darkened as he watched the woman on the screen. It was clear


    now. She was dead set on this divorce.


    "No need," he said curtly. "We''re going back to the office."