It was as if Hannah had predicted he woulde.


    When he arrived at the Temple estate, she wasn''t there. A servant met him at the door.


    "Mr. Rosenberg, Ms. Temple left a message for me to ry to you." The servant looked down at her phone and read from the text: "Since your lover caused this problem, you will be the one to take full responsibility. You must find Sandra, bring her back, and send her to prison so she can pay for what she has done."


    Lionel''s brow furrowed as he listened, his expression grim. After a moment, he asked, "Is that all she said? Did she not..."


    "That is the entirety of Ms. Temple''s message. There is no need for further questions, Mr. Rosenberg."


    The servant cut him off, her face impassive, and turned to leave without another word.


    Ms. Temple had instructed her not to engage in any lengthy conversation with him, lest he linger.


    She truly is remarkable, the servant thought. She even predicted this.


    "Wait!"


    Lionel called out just as the servant had taken a few steps.


    "Are you sure there wasn''t anything else?" he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.


    The servant simply shook her head without pausing her stride.


    Lionel stood there, his frown deepening. The gardeners in the yard acted as if he didn''t exist, continuing with their work without giving him any special treatment despite his status.


    He walked back to his car, feeling utterly dejected. He took a deep breath, but each one felt like it was tearing at his heart, causing a pain that was almost unbearable. Why... why did she have to do this?


    Was it all because Hannah had her things taken away, so she held a grudge?


    But that wasn''t the person he


    iet


    thought she was. Even if she had been pretending all these years, could she really have kept up the act for so long?


    Lionel raised a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, too agitated to think clearly.


    He started driving back to the office, but as he pulled up, he suddenly remembered he was suspended and didn''t need to be there.


    "Lionel?"


    Quennel had just finished a business dinner and saw the familiar car as he got out of his own. He walked over.


    "I thought my eyes were ying tricks on me, but it really is you," Quennel said with a smile.


    "Did you forget you don''t have to work and drove here out of habit?" Quennel chuckled. "Well, since you''re here, why don''t youe up to the office? We can talk about what''s been happening."


    Lionel was about to refuse, but Quennel''s words made him reconsider.


    The two of them entered thepany together, drawing stares from the surrounding employees.


    It was no secret that the brothers did not get along and were almost never seen in the same ce.


    Now, seeing them walk into thepany one after the other and share an elevator was a truly strange sight.


    "Do you think they have made up?"


    "I bet the younger one is here to beg the older one for help, maybe to get his job back."


    "The older master isn''t stupid


    enough to help him. They''re rivals They probably want each other out


    of thepany. Why would be let him back in?"


    "But they''re still brothers. Blood is thicker than water. You can''t hold grudges like that with family."


    The employees buzzed with spection, some even cing bets on the oue of their meeting.