Natalia's heartbeat crashed violently against her ribs, each thud echoing in her ears.

She exited the web account without hesitation, the screen dimming as she logged out.

Now that she had stepped inside Evans Manor, the identity of Lia didn't serve a purpose, at least for the moment.

Right now, only one objective mattered, finding the missing top-secret document.

The following morning arrived quietly.

James rushed into the dining room, barely containing the excitement written all over his face. "Christopher, Lia was online last night!"

At the announcement, Christopher paused mid-motion, fingers still wrapped around a cup of warm water.

After a brief pause, James continued, his enthusiasm dimming, "But she never replied to any of my messages. She vanished again after only a few minutes."

Christopher placed the cup down carefully and answered in an even tone, "Keep trying."

Despite his calm reply, his eyes drifted past James, landing quietly on a figure not far away, Natalia, moving with efficiency in the open kitchen.

She wore simple loungewear, her long hair loosely tied as she focused on preparing breakfast without distraction.

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, settling gently across her form.

A flicker of contemplation surfaced briefly in Christopher's gaze.

The very day Natalia arrived, Lia, who had remained silent for three long years, suddenly resurfaced.

Was it merely a coincidence?

Once breakfast ended, Natalia dried her hands and finally spoke. "Mr. Evans, once I've completed my work, am I allowed to leave and return to the manor freely?"

Christopher lifted his gaze toward her, his unreadable expression offering no clues.

"Of course," he replied simply, without elaboration.

Natalia offered a brief word of thanks before turning and stepping out of the manor.

On the ground floor of a bustling cafe in Egonio's busiest commercial district, Natalia sat opposite a man in his early forties, his appearance so ordinary it would fade instantly once he merged into a crowd.

He was the contact dispatched by the organization, unremarkable by design.

The man slid a black travel bag beneath the table. "Everything you requested is inside," he said in a low voice.

Natalia nudged the bag lightly with her toe, recognizing the familiar weight and contours through the fabric.

Inside were several compact tools she knew as well as her own hands, along with one unmistakable object, cold, heavy, and unforgiving. A handgun.

Neither Christopher nor the rest of the Evans family was someone she could afford to underestimate. Only with these items within reach did she feel even the slightest sense of security.

Her thoughts drifted briefly to the card Christopher had given her, and she decided she might as well buy a few outfits later. At least then, he would have no excuse to criticize her again.

While she was lost in thought, a familiar voice cut in from behind.

"Natalia? You just finalized a divorce, and you're already meeting someone else?" Aimee approached arm in arm with Alexander, her movements polished and deliberate.

Her eyes flicked between Natalia and the middle-aged man, as though she had stumbled upon something scandalous. "You're certainly not wasting any time. But your standards have dropped, have they not? This is the kind of man you choose now?"

Every word carried unmistakable contempt.

Natalia did not dignify her with an answer. She merely glanced toward the man across from her.

He caught the signal instantly, rose from his seat, and left without hesitation.

Unwilling to let the moment pass, Aimee deliberately raised her voice. "Hey, do not rush off. If we are going to be family someday, should we not at least get acquainted?"

Alexander still remembered the slap from the day before, the phantom sting lingering on his cheek. Now that he saw Natalia cornered like this, his long-suppressed resentment finally surged to the surface.

A sneer twisted his lips. "Natalia, is this really the best you can manage now? When Aimee and I marry, she will bring the Gordon Group shares with her and step into my family with full status."

His gaze raked over Natalia, heavy with disdain and superiority. "I must have been blind to marry a useless country woman like you, someone who brings nothing to the table."

Shares?

A sharp thought flickered through Natalia's mind.

She remembered.

On the day she married three years ago, her grandmother had placed a document in her hands, explaining it had been left behind by her mother.

Back then, business meant nothing to her. She signed it without care and locked it away in the safe, never once revisiting it.

Her mother had died early, her father's identity forever unknown.

After her grandmother brought her back to the countryside, her mother's influence within the Gordon Group was steadily erased, while Melody Wallace and Cary Wallace, Aimee's parents, quietly took control.

That meant the shares her mother owned, along with the portion her grandmother intended for her, had long been claimed by the Wallace family.

A chill settled into Natalia's gaze.

What was hers would be taken back, slowly, deliberately, piece by piece.

"Are you done talking?" Natalia lifted her eyes, meeting Alexander and Aimee with a calm, detached gaze. "If you are," she continued evenly, "step aside. You are in my way."

That indifference struck Alexander harder than any insult, igniting his fury. "What kind of tone is that?" he snapped. "You are nothing but a woman I threw away. What right do you think you have to act like this?"

Watching his face contort with anger, Natalia felt an unexpected urge to laugh.

How had she ever believed Alexander was the refined gentleman her grandmother once praised?

The realization settled quickly. She had been utterly wrong.

She was unwilling to waste another word on him, and her gaze shifted away.

If her memory served her right, the entire mall belonged to the Evans family.

And the exclusive card Christopher had given her carried unmistakable authority.

Rising from her seat, Natalia walked straight toward the mall manager, who had rushed over after hearing the disturbance.

She said nothing as she placed the card into his hands.

The moment he saw it, the manager's expression shifted completely, his polite smile replaced by unmistakable deference.

That card signified the highest VIP status within the Evans family, a direct extension of Christopher Evans himself.

"Remove those two," Natalia instructed calmly, indicating the still shouting Alexander and Aimee. "And from this moment on, bar them from every Evans Group property."

Cold sweat broke across the manager's forehead as he responded without delay, "Y-yes, of course. I will take care of it immediately."

At his signal, several tall, broad-shouldered security guards moved in, closing the distance. "Mr. Douglas, Miss Wallace, please leave immediately!"

Shock drained the color from Alexander's face. "What are you doing? Do you even know who I am?"

Aimee shrieked as well, struggling violently. "Let go of me! How dare you throw us out!"

No matter how fiercely they thrashed or how loudly they protested, the security guards showed no restraint, hauling them out with cold efficiency and complete indifference.

Only after their voices disappeared did quiet finally settle back into the space.

Unbothered, Natalia continued through the mall at an unhurried pace, the earlier spectacle already erased from her thoughts.

Beyond the mall entrance, Aimee shook with fury, her carefully applied makeup stretched taut as her expression warped.

Fingers digging into Alexander's arm, she leaned close, her voice sharp enough to pierce. "Did you see that? She did it deliberately. There is no way she got that card on her own. She must be clinging to some wealthy old man. Otherwise, how could she possibly have access to the Evans family's exclusive pass?"

Alexander's expression sank further into darkness. Being dragged out like discarded baggage by security was a humiliation he had never once endured in his life.

Jealousy twisted violently inside Aimee's chest.

That cursed Natalia. How could someone like her always land on her feet?

She was nothing more than an illegitimate child with no known father, yet her mother had been frighteningly capable, seizing control of the Gordon Group at a young age.

Had her mother not died so prematurely, the company would never have fallen into Aimee's parents' hands in the first place.

From childhood onward, Natalia had followed her mother everywhere, moving in and out of the company, witnessing major negotiations and elite gatherings long before she understood their weight.

Left with no choice, Aimee could only fall behind like a forgotten shadow, forced to watch as Natalia appeared to possess everything she lacked.

Worse still, that supposedly useless woman had somehow secured a man influential enough to hand her an exclusive Evans family card.

Humiliation burned deep, hardening into resolve. This disgrace would not go unanswered. Natalia would pay for it.

Inside the mall, Natalia calmly selected several outfits with fine textures, discreetly redistributing the contents of her black travel bag into newly purchased shopping bags.

By the time she made her way back to Evans Manor, dusk had already settled over the estate.

Hardly had she entered the standalone building when she spotted Christopher seated on the living room sofa, his posture suggesting he had been waiting.

"The wiring here is outdated," Christopher stated evenly. "A full inspection will be conducted tonight." His voice remained low and steady, revealing nothing of his thoughts. "There may be a power outage. Turn in early."

Natalia acknowledged him with a small nod, her expression composed and proper. "Okay, Mr. Evans."

Despite her calm exterior, something shifted within her.

A power outage? The timing could not have been more ideal.