Chapter 1764


    Bank employees had approached Arabe, marveling that a stash of ten million in the bank could yield


    an annual interest of over three hundred thousand dors.


    But Arabe couldn''t keep her cash idle; she poured most of it into research and shared a fair chunk


    with her crew as a perk.


    After ending the call, Arabe handed the phone back to Romeo with a yful smirk, "Someone trying


    to buy me off?"


    "It''s more of a reward," Romeo was quick to correct her, "The guys have been through thick and thin


    with you. They deserve a little something."


    "Think I don''t spoil them enough?"


    "Of course not," Romeo''s survival instincts kicked in, "I just hate to see you spend. Save your earnings


    for yourself. Let me cover the expenses. I need to earn more for a better life for you."


    Arabe couldn''t help but chuckle, and they shared a warm, knowing smile.


    At Reflections Vi, Louisa woke up and headed to the living room. The coffee table was brand new, no


    shattered ss on the floor, and the tear-streaked figure was gone. Everything was spick and span, the


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    help had even ced fresh flowers around, and a subtle floral scent lingered in the air.


    Everything seemed perfect, yet Louisa felt an emptiness inside, a sense of time having moved on


    without her.


    Keh came downstairs too, his mood as somber as hers.


    "I talked with Bard for a long timest night, took some meds, and somehow fell into a deep sleep. I


    wasn''t there for you, and that''s on me."


    Although Keh was heartbroken and furious, he prioritizedforting his wife, wrapping his arms


    around her, "We thought having two daughters would liven up the ce. Now that one has shown her


    true colors, it''s better she''s gone. Let''s just say we fed a thankless dog."


    Louisa nodded, her spirits low.


    "Our folks will be here soon. Let''s get ready to wee them."


    "Alright."


    As Louisa was about to follow him, a servant appeared, quivering with fear.


    "Sir, Ma''am."


    She really didn''t want toe but had no choice. The person in the basement had been crying all


    night, her voice hoarse with despair.


    She couldn''t bear it anymore and had toe forward, anxiously saying, "The person in the basement,


    she has some questions, and I think I should tell you. Why, when you took the family portrait, did you


    only take pictures with Ms. Be and forget about her."


    "Why, when David came home that one time, did you secretly give Ms. Be an unlimited credit card


    and tell her to hide it from Serena. I mean, the person in the basement."


    "Why didn''t you even nce at the foot spa she sent home? You ignored the hints from Martha that it


    could be used with the herbal packs from Ms. Be. You only used the gifts from Ms. Be, not hers."


    "And the expensive skincare she bought for you with her prize money, why did you dismiss it, using it


    merely as hand cream until Martha reminded you time and again to barely use the gifts she sent."


    "What''s this about Martha reminding us? What did Martha ever remind us of?" Louisa''s anger red,


    but then she had a revtion. So, this was how things between them and that ungrateful girl had


    deteriorated, amplified by Martha''s behind-the-scenes meddling.


    Was that old witch really tarnishing their image behind their backs?