"Christine, you've gotten even prettier!"

Mrs. Watson immediately spotted the most striking figure in the crowd-the Wood family's niece.

Her willowy waist, long legs, and almond-shaped eyes shimmered with radiance. Her stunningly beautiful face showed not a single flaw.

The Woods and Watson families were long-standing friends. Mathew held Christine in high regard, often inviting her to their home even after her family's bankruptcy.

But ever since this girl became engaged to the then-ordinary young man from the Caffrey family, Mathew had harbored no fondness for the Caffrey surname.

He always felt the Caffrey family had snatched his granddaughter-in-law away. So at the Watson family's private banquet, how could Neil possibly receive an invitation?

Not kicking him out would already be considered polite!

Christine affectionately linked arms with Elise. "Aunt Elise, you're teasing me again."

She presented the prepared gift. "This is a small token for Grandpa Mathew."

Elise patted her hand fondly. "How thoughtful."

Then she turned to greet other guests.

"Oh my, what did Mrs. Caffrey just present? Why not let us have a look?"

Several socialites with sour expressions approached.

The speaker was Olivia Murphy, Christine's former arch-rival.

Christine's luminous eyes darkened. Ever since her family's bankruptcy, these upper-class socialites had addressed her only as Mrs. Caffrey, deliberately omitting her given name. Openly and covertly, they never missed an opportunity to mock her as a fallen phoenix.

But at the Watson family's private banquet, she didn't want to draw too much attention or burn bridges.

She restrained herself, offering only a slight nod. "It's just a small token of my appreciation. Nothing valuable-certainly nothing to compare with what Miss Murphy has given."

Olivia smirked smugly. Of course it couldn't compare! The Wood family was bankrupt-how could they possibly measure up to the Murphys?

She had always despised Christine's pretentious airs. The more dazzling Christine once was, the more wretched she was now.

Had Olivia not been cautious about attending such gatherings, she would have seized the chance to mock this woman long ago.

"True enough. After all, Mrs. Caffrey lives off her husband's money."

"I hear Mr. Caffrey's first love has miraculously returned from the dead-what fantastic news!" another young heiress remarked with thinly veiled sarcasm.

Olivia stared intently at that porcelain-smooth face, searching for even a flicker of emotion. But Christine maintained her faint smile, refusing to engage.

Olivia seethed inwardly, her desire to tear away Christine's mask growing stronger by the second.

As she lifted her gaze toward an approaching figure, the corners of her mouth curled upward. "Oh my, Mrs. Caffrey, it seems your husband's first love has arrived!"

Everyone turned to look, their eyes following her gaze. Christine's eyes glowed with a faint, eerie light.

This was her first time seeing the first love in her husband's heart in person-even more captivating than in photographs.

Before her engagement to Neil, she had heard countless tales of his love story with his first love.

What love could be more moving than separation by life and death?

Vivian stopped at a distance and spotted Christine as well.

"Oh my God, Vivian, you're actually alive!" Olivia gasped dramatically, drawing several curious glances.

Many had seen Sofia's post, but encountering Vivian in person so soon still piqued their curiosity.

"Vivian, how could rumors spread that you passed away from illness? That's outrageous!"

Vivian smiled calmly. "I did have a serious car accident abroad. My family took me to another state for treatment. I spent half a year recovering in the hospital. I have no idea how the story got twisted along the way."

The accident was real-but the death rumor? That was her doing.

She took a step toward Christine first. "You must be Mrs. Caffrey. Thank you for taking such good care of Neil all these years."

The woman who had seemed gentle moments ago now spoke with hidden barbs.

Christine scoffed. "You're welcome. From now on, Neil is yours to take care of."

The moment the words fell, the surrounding area went dead silent.

Eyes darted back and forth. What was happening? Was the legitimate wife about to clash with the former girlfriend?

That brief exchange carried explosive implications.

Olivia poured fuel on the fire. "Oh dear, Mrs. Caffrey, how could you say that? How could you let another woman take care of your husband?"

"Didn't you all see the photos yesterday?" Christine retorted. "Taking care of a rotten cucumber-doesn't that disgust you?"

"You!"

Vivian's eyes nearly shot flames. She never imagined Neil's wife would be shameless enough to bring this up in front of everyone.

"Mrs. Caffrey, please don't misunderstand. Neil and I are completely innocent! What we had is in the past. Don't read too much into it."

Her feeble defense won over many sympathizers.

"We all know what kind of person Vivian is. Christine, I advise you not to spread rumors!"

"Exactly! Vivian barely escaped death and finally returned, yet some people are so petty they can't stand to see her doing well!"

Christine didn't get angry-she laughed instead.

She pulled her phone from her silver clutch, opened the photo album, zoomed in, and thrust it in front of everyone.

"Is this the 'spotless reputation' you're talking about?"

The phone screen glowed at maximum brightness, zoomed in on the moment Vivian's pink lips pressed against Neil's face.

The crowd exchanged stunned glances and fell into silence.

Christine scanned each face, thoroughly satisfied with their expressions. "Did you get a good look? Want me to print it in full color and high definition tomorrow? I can mail a copy to each of you so you can savor this 'innocence' properly."

Vivian trembled with rage. "You. Mrs. Caffrey! What on earth are you trying to achieve by fabricating this photo?!"

"Well, well-maybe the photo is fake after all."

Christine's slender fingers flicked the screen. "What about this one? The toasting photo-is that photoshopped too? And this one? All photoshopped? Heh, and this Miss Smith here appears in the shot as well-did I photoshop her in too?"

Vivian was completely flustered. "I. I. That's not me. It really isn't me."

Christine cut her off, her voice firm and merciless.

"A mistress is a mistress. Stop pretending to be some pure, innocent white lotus!"

****

Henry and Edward arrived quite late.

Henry tilted his head. "It's pretty lively up ahead. Edward, let's go take a look."

"No."

Edward had no interest in such gatherings.

His gaze drifted casually across the room, catching a glimpse of a slender figure. Just as he was about to focus on her, an elderly man with white hair blocked his view.

"Edward, you've finally arrived."

"Humph, Vivian, don't be upset. We won't believe that woman's lies."

Tears welled in Vivian's eyes. "I know she dislikes me, but she shouldn't slander me like this."

"Don't worry, we're all on your side. She's the one putting on an act! If anyone's the mistress, it's her. If you hadn't gone abroad, Vivian, he would've married you!"

"Exactly! Everyone knows Mr. Caffrey only has eyes for you!"

Olivia couldn't bear to listen anymore. She didn't like Christine, but she didn't particularly care for Vivian either.

As the crowd dispersed, Vivian finally let out a soft sigh of relief.

She would remember this humiliation. One day, she would repay it a thousandfold!

Christine-the more you care about something, the more she'll snatch it away!

"Don't worry, Vivian. We'll make sure Mr. Caffrey hears about Christine's despicable actions today! But Vivian, I heard a big shot is coming. Do you know who it is?"

Vivian shook her head. "No idea."

She had only recently returned to the country and knew little about elite circles.

Her purpose in coming today had simply been to find an opportunity to get closer to Neil. Little did she know that Neil had already left early.

"I heard Mr. Robinson from the Los Angeles elite circles is coming today?"

"Which Mr. Robinson?"

"Haven't you heard? Edward Robinson from the Robinson family! Who else could possibly be called Mr. Robinson? He's the most famous prince charming in L.A., and most importantly, he's still single!"

"But I heard he's gay."

"No way. Why are all the handsome guys gay?"

Vivian raised her delicate brows slightly, silently repeating Edward's name in her mind.

Whether he was gay or not, she didn't know. But suddenly, she found herself intrigued by this enigmatic man.

******

As the guests began arriving in full force, Mathew was finally escorted out by his son. Close behind him, two distinguished men descended the stairs, instantly capturing the attention of the entire room.

Henry, dressed in white, possessed a gentle and exceptionally handsome face. Edward, clad in black, was mysterious and stern, his jet-black eyes devoid of emotion. With composed strides, the two men approached the crowd, their vastly different auras silencing the room.

Within the crowd, Vivian's eyes lit up. Her glassy gaze darted back and forth between the two men. So which one was the Mr. Robinson everyone was talking about?

Henry was the talkative one, occasionally making Mathew chuckle. The man beside him, however, wore a cold expression, his gaze sweeping every corner of the banquet hall without missing a thing-yet still, he didn't find the person he sought.

The curious stares around him meant nothing. His target had always been only her.

Moments later, Henry sensed the murderous intent radiating from his friend. He abruptly turned his head, meeting Edward's piercing glare.

"You lied to me?"

Henry's lips twitched. Edward was clearly desperate to find someone.

"Grandpa Mathew, you've invited quite a crowd today. I've been in New York for months and haven't met as many people as you have here. Care to introduce me?"

"You're teasing me again, young man. As someone from the Thompson family in L.A., haven't you seen enough of them already?"

Mathew knew Henry's law firm had been in New York for less than three months and assumed he genuinely wanted introductions. Smiling kindly, he pulled him along and began introducing the important guests.

Afterward, Mathew suddenly remembered something and turned to his daughter-in-law. "Where's Christine? Didn't she come today?"

Ever since the Wood family went bankrupt, the girl had visited less often. He knew Christine was sensitive and hated being gossiped about as someone who only came around to curry favor.

Thinking this, he couldn't help glaring at his eldest grandson. If this foolish boy hadn't been so useless, would the Caffrey family have been able to steal his precious granddaughter-in-law?

Elise scanned the room but didn't see her. "Dad, Christine is here! She just stepped out for a moment. She was thinking of you and even brought you a gift."

The man whose face had been icy moments ago softened slightly at the sound of that melodious name.

Henry raised an eyebrow, cursing inwardly, and smoothly continued, "What kind of gift? I'm ashamed to say we came empty-handed."

Mathew smiled faintly. "Your presence alone is the greatest honor."

If anyone at this banquet paid closer attention to Christine than Edward, it was undoubtedly her arch rival, Olivia.

The moment she heard Christine's name, Olivia leaned in. "Miss Wood is so thoughtful. What did she bring? We'd love to see it too."

Just then, a servant handed Christine's gift to Elise, and Olivia felt a surge of irritation.

The Murphy family's daughter was clearly stirring trouble-didn't she know the occasion? Don't think Elise hadn't noticed; she was doing it on purpose.

Mathew, unfazed, accepted the gift with a faint smile. "Let me see. a hand-colored lithograph map of nineteenth-century New York. The child really put thought into it."

The group of socialites who had been crowding around Vivian seized the opportunity to add insult to injury.

"Miss Wood really doesn't know her place. How could she bring a dusty piece of paper as a gift?"

"But then again, with the Wood family bankrupt, it's no wonder she's struggling."

"After all, she's not like us-finding real luxury items can't be easy."

The venomous undertone instantly froze the atmosphere.

Hearing this, Vivian's expression shifted subtly. She took a slight step away from the fool beside her. Mathew had just praised Christine, yet this woman dared undermine her-how could the situation not turn awkward?

Sure enough, Mathew's face turned cold. "Would you even recognize something rare and historic if it were placed right in front of you?"

He turned to glare at Elise. "Who compiled today's guest list? How did such ignorant nobodies get invited?"

Vivian's lips twitched. She was genuinely moved to tears by her former junior's sheer stupidity.

The girl, embarrassed and flustered, shot Vivian a pleading look. "Vivian."

She sighed inwardly. Helping her today was unavoidable.

Vivian stepped forward. "A rare first edition from the Jazz Age-its provenance and historical weight are both top-tier. Naturally, it's an exceptional piece. Mr. Watson, please calm down. She meant no offense."

"And what gallery is it from? Hmph! Think you know everything, do you? If you lack real knowledge, you'd better keep your mouth shut!" Mathew snapped, utterly unforgiving.

As the words fell, Vivian's face flushed crimson, then drained pale. She bit her lip hard to suppress a cry.

Edward, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, finally spoke, his voice slow and steady. "The item itself is fine, but the personal dedication is even more valuable. With the author's own signature, it is naturally priceless."

Mathew smiled with satisfaction. "It seems Edward has seen it before."

"When Uncle Wood was still alive, he was a major patron of the arts and met the author at a New York Public Library gala. This inscription, dedicated to the Wood family's private collection, was a testament to their deep friendship."

Mathew's eyes welled with tears. "Who could argue with that? He treasured it dearly-wouldn't even let me glance at it. Now that Karl is gone, and the author is gone too, this treasure has fallen into my hands. That child truly has a kind heart. From now on, anyone who speaks ill of the Wood family will never be welcome in the Watson household!"

The crowd gasped in surprise.

They hadn't expected Mathew to defend the Wood family so fiercely-and this Mr. Robinson clearly had prior ties with them. Was the Wood family making a comeback?

Emerging from the restroom, Christine was completely unaware of the commotion. Upon re-entering the banquet hall, she found everyone clustered tightly together.

Elise's sharp eyes finally spotted her, and she hurried over. "Christine, where did you run off to? Dad was looking for you!"

Still dazed, Christine was pulled forward as Elise called out, "Dad, Christine is here!"

Christine's heels were slightly too tall today. She stumbled, and just as she was about to fall, she instinctively grabbed the arm of the person beside her.

The next moment, a faint scent of rose and mint drifted into her nostrils.

The openwork back of her gown revealed her waist, where a broad, warm palm pressed against her lower back. Her cool skin felt scorched, sending a flutter through her heart.

Startled, Christine lifted her gaze and met a pair of deep, lingering eyes.

A faint smile curved his lips. "Careful."

From afar, Vivian's eyes burned with overwhelming jealousy.

Why was it always her?

Christine Woods!

Christine hadn't expected to be lifted by a stranger in front of so many people. She instantly sprang away.

"Sorry-thank you," she murmured softly.

The smooth warmth that had slipped through his fingers vanished in an instant, leaving Edward with a faint pang of loss.

He raised an eyebrow, a subtle, ambiguous smile playing at his lips. "You're welcome."

Mathew beamed as he pulled Christine close. "Christine, I received your gift. You're so thoughtful-I adore it. You're far kinder to me than my ungrateful grandchildren ever are."

Several grandsons looked up at the ceiling with resentment. Why did they always end up being the ones getting hurt?

"By the way, Christine," Mathew added, "this gentleman is acquainted with your father. You should know him too, right?"

Christine's eyes snapped up, unexpectedly meeting the man's deep, intense gaze. Uneasy, she instinctively turned her head away.

"Grandpa Mathew, I. don't know him. Father had many friends back then. I've only heard his name-I don't actually know him."

Karl loved socializing, but he never forced his daughter to attend those glamorous banquets. He hoped she would always keep a pure heart-that was enough.

Edward's jaw tightened. His magnetic voice carried a subtle, seductive timbre. "Hello. I'm Edward Robinson. I have long admired Uncle Woods. So you are his daughter. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

The man who was usually the center of attention now adopted an unexpectedly humble demeanor, catching Mathew off guard.

Mathew chuckled softly. "Indeed. Karl always loved making friends. It's only natural you wouldn't know him, Christine. But now you do."

"Edward is in his thirties now, isn't he? Christine should address you as Uncle Edward."

By family seniority, Edward was the younger son of his old comrade-calling him Uncle was perfectly appropriate.

Edward's expression darkened. His lips pressed into a straight line. "Uncle Mathew, I am only thirty this year."

His blue eyes lingered on the woman nearly a head shorter than him, resting briefly on her fair face before his lips curved faintly. "Just call me Edward."

Christine's heart skipped a beat.

This guy was way too forward!

She forced a polite smile. "I'll stick with calling you Mr. Robinson."

Edward let out a light snort. "Fine. Whatever you say."

For some reason, Christine detected a hint of disappointment in his tone.

She shook her head inwardly. Snap out of it. A man like him was far out of her league.

Neil had gone to great lengths to get in tonight-just to see this man.

Christine wanted nothing more than to escape this whirlpool of trouble. Besides, the man standing next to Edward was clearly Mr. Thompson-the one she had hired.

She dreaded the moment Henry might speak to her. Fortunately, he hadn't addressed her once throughout the entire event. Even so, his meaningful gaze alone was enough to make her cheeks burn crimson, and she longed to leave as soon as possible.

*****

"Smack-"

A crisp slap echoed through the silent garden.

Vivian bit her lower lip hard, clutching the side of her face where her stepmother's hand had struck her.

"You've really made me proud today!"

"Vivian, remember your place," Victoria snapped. "Being allowed to live in the Barnes household is already a privilege. Don't covet what isn't yours, and don't think that just because your father married into this family, you've suddenly become part of the upper class!"

Vivian lowered her gaze, concealing the hatred festering in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Mother. I know I was wrong."

Victoria folded her arms, her eyes brimming with scorn. "Don't you remember how you came back to this country? Without me, you'd be someone else's plaything right now."

Vivian's palms turned red from how tightly she clenched them, yet her expression remained utterly unreadable.

"Yes. My return to the country is entirely thanks to you."

Victoria chuckled lightly. "Good. It's good you understand. Go home by yourself today. Save me the embarrassment of seeing you again."

After watching Victoria leave, Vivian's expression twisted into something almost grotesque.

A girl who had come out to look for her froze when she saw Vivian's face. "Vivian. are you okay?"

Why did Vivian look so terrifying? The gentle angel seemed to have darkened in an instant.

Vivian composed herself, pressing her lips together. "Mia, I'll head back now. We'll reschedule another time."

Truthfully, she never wanted to see that idiot again for the rest of her life.

"All right, all right!" Mia didn't dare insist. Vivian's sudden change in demeanor had sent chills down her spine.

So terrifying. Who would have thought such a sweet girl had this side to her?

*****

After receiving Mathew's concerned message, Christine quickly excused herself and fled the banquet.

But Sky Castle wasn't in the city center. The guests attending were either wealthy or influential, and she soon found herself unable to hail a cab.

Seeing that no drivers accepted her ride request on the app, she decided to walk instead.

The night was silent, shrouded in darkness. A misty drizzle fell, sending chills through her thin evening gown.

In the distance, headlights pierced the curtain of rain.

A black Rolls-Royce slowly approached and came to a stop.

The window rolled down. Henry waved. "Miss Wood, it's hard to get a cab here. I'll give you a ride."

Christine was startled. She hadn't expected Henry to be leaving early as well.

"No need, Mr. Thompson. I should be able to hail one if I walk a bit farther."

He remained firm, his gaze gentle. "No need for formalities, Miss Wood. I actually have something regarding your case that I'd like to discuss."

With him phrasing it that way, Christine had no choice but to agree.

"I have things in the front passenger seat," Henry added. "You can sit in the back."

As Christine lifted her leg to step into the backseat, she unexpectedly bumped into a solid shoulder.

She froze. How could someone else be sitting in the back?

As she took in his flawless features, she realized the man behind her was none other than Edward.

"Careful," his thin lips brushed past her earlobe, his breath scorching. "This is the second time."

Christine instantly lowered her head, her cheeks burning.

The memory of him catching her earlier surged back, flushing her face with embarrassment.

From the driver's seat, Henry watched the entire scene through the rearview mirror. His shameless friend had deliberately shifted outward before she even got in.

This bastard had done it on purpose.

Absolutely shameless.

"Where do you live, Miss Wood?" Henry asked.

Christine hesitated. Returning to the villa tonight would undoubtedly mean being driven insane by Neil and his entire family.

"Green Lake, please."

The three rode in silence.

Henry had merely used the case as an excuse to get her into the car; naturally, he didn't discuss it during the drive.

Edward sat quietly in the backseat, his expression unreadable.

Only Christine suffered in silence, desperate for the ride to end.

When they finally neared her destination, she let out a small sigh of relief. Her voice lightened. "I'm here. Thank you for today, Mr. Thompson."

Just as she prepared to step out, a lazy, deep voice sounded from behind her.

"I was friends with your Uncle Woods," Edward said. "Miss Wood, please leave me your contact information. If you ever need assistance in the future, you may reach out to me."

He handed her his phone.

Christine lowered her gaze to the softly glowing QR code and fell silent.

After a moment, she nodded. "All right. Thank you, Mr. Robinson."

Edward caught her unease and offered a faint smile. "You're welcome."

Watching Christine's retreating figure, Edward's lingering gaze refused to withdraw.

"Sir, may I drive now?" Henry asked, speechless.

Edward pulled his gaze away. "Go ahead."

Henry fumed inwardly. Hmph! You really do think I'm your chauffeur!

Edward absentmindedly fiddled with his lighter. "We should be home soon."

His gaze immediately fixed on his contacts list. When the adorable orange cat avatar appeared, the corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily.

"Got any pics of your cat? Send me one."

"What?" Henry unlocked his phone and tossed it to Edward in the backseat, puzzled. "Browse the album yourself. Didn't you say you didn't like animals?"

Edward quickly selected his favorite photo and swapped it out.

"I like them now."