"Just, I''m a bit confused," I said. "Mark, is there something you''re trying to say?"


    "Nothing."


    "Oh, okay then."


    I chuckled and nced at my watch, "Looks like it''s about time for me to head over to Vista Town."


    "You..." He hesitated for a moment. "Is there still a chance for you and Bryant?" "Mark."


    "I''m not here to patch things up for him."


    He seemed to be gauging my reaction, hesitating before he spoke, "It''s... there''s something I''m not sure if I should tell you."Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    "What is it?"


    "It''s about the Myers family''s fake heiress. I heard it from Molly."


    Mark carefully said, "Have you ever wondered why she could rece you, who''s pulling the strings behind her?"


    "It must be Dorothy and her gang, right?"


    Maybe there were others involved, but I had no leads at the moment. It was clear this scheme was targeted at me. Ordinary folks wouldn''t dare meddle in the Myers family''s affairs. But among those with power and influence, besides them, I couldn''t think of anyone else I might have offended.


    With this thought, I suddenly turned to Mark, "Do you know something?"


    He avoided my gaze, "Never mind, it''s just a guess."


    The more he said that, the more I felt there was something he wasn''t telling me. I pressed on, "What guess?"


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    Mark seemed troubled and after a long pause, he said, "You... you have to promise me, you''ll handle this calmly, don''t act rashly. It''s very likely I''m wrong, just a misunderstanding."


    T# try my best."


    "Take a look at this." He handed me two photos, saying, "I stumbled upon this a couple of days ago, heard them talking about ''a union with Gregory, and I couldn''t figure out how Bryant would know her, until Molly told me she took your ce...


    Taking a look, I immediately grasped Mark''s implication. Both photos were of Bryant and the fake Lilliana at a coffee shop.


    Idenched the photos, saying, "Thanks, Mark..."


    Jane & might not even be like this."


    Mark worried I''d act impulsively, was still trying to exin for Bryant, "And even if Bryant did it, he probably did it out of fear of losing you. Don''t be too med


    "Stop making excuses for him."


    I pursed my lips, "I''ll confront him and ask for rity."


    Although angry, I felt this was out of character for Bryant.


    Mark asked, "What if it was him, what will you do?"


    There''s nothing to do."


    I was eerily calm, "We''ll just be strangers from now on."


    Mark looked shocked, quickly masking his surprise at my coldness, "What if it was me, would we be strangers too?"


    Probably


    I looked at Mark, smiling lightly, "I can''t ept someone making m decisions for me or manipting things behind my back. It''s terrifying. But, Mark, you''re definitely not that kind of person."


    "Of course, I''m not." He smiled gently. "I''ll always be your senior."


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    Driving towards the Ferguson Group''s office, I mulled over several possibilities. But still, I felt it wasn''t Bryant. Such tactics were too low for him. He would disdain such actions.


    "You''re meddling too much! Mark, even if it was me behind the Myers family incident, it''s not your ce to


    ΕΠ question me."


    Just as I approached the CEO''s office door, intending to knock, I heard a man''s cold voice from inside.


    "And what''s with this act of being all self-righteous? You probably don''t want her ending up with Gregory any more than I do, right?"