The man’s handsome and tall figure made the woman beside him look particrly petite. From a distance, they appeared like a couple whispering sweetly to each other.


    *Snap!*


    Paige sat there, bending the half-full bottle of mineral water in her hand. The water inside sloshed around.


    He had forgotten. He had forgotten everything she had told him. She had once warned him to stay far away from Rachel, but now, all of it was lost to him.


    Not only had Enrico not pushed Rachel away, but after a few seconds, Paige watched as he nodded at her and followed her into the car. The luxury car drove away.


    “Miss, this…” Angie nced at Paige, confused as to why Enrico had just gone off with Rachel.


    “Follow them,” Paige said as she twisted the water bottle in her hand.


    “Yes,” Angie responded and quickly started the car to follow them.


    Rachel clearly had no idea she was being tailed. She showed no signs of suspicion and drove all the way to a high-end restaurant tucked deep into a quiet alley. Its exterior was elegantly decorated with an antique feel.


    After the two entered, the only thing left in sight was the closed door. They had disappeared inside. This was the kind of restaurant reserved for important figures, where reservations were mandatory for anyone not of significant status.


    Angie cast a nce at Paige, who then opened a hiddenpartment and took out a set of surveince equipment, handing it to her. “Go.”


    “Yes!” Angie nodded, took the equipment, and left.


    Paige sat in the car and opened a tablet, resting it on herp, absentmindedly scrolling for a bit.


    Not long after, Angie, disguised as a waitress, sessfully nted the surveince device in the private dining room. The tablet in Paige’sp soon disyed the scene. Though two leaves partially obscured the view, she could still see the two people seated across from each other at the table.


    Inside the private room, the masked waitress left and closed the door behind her.


    Enrico sat there, his face expressionless. Rachel sat across from him, her slender fingers picking up the y teapot, elegantly pouring hot water over the tea cups. Every movement she made exuded the grace of an upper-ssdy.


    “When I stood in front of Rose Estate earlier, thinking about how much hardship Enrico had suffered there as a child, I felt deeply saddened,” Rachel looked at him with unconcealed affection in her eyes. “If Enrico had grown up in the Gustin family vi, our rtionship would have been much closer than it is now.”


    Then, they would have been childhood sweethearts.


    “Speak about your deal,” Enrico said coldly.


    Rachel poured a cup of tea and ced it in front of him. She took another look at his cold, sharp features, confirming that something about Enrico had indeed changed. He used to be filled with so much rage, but now that intensity was gone.


    “We have a whole lunch ahead of us, no need to rush. Try the tea first, Enrico. What do you think of my tea-brewing skills?” Rachel smiled, then added, “By the way, where did you find the doctor? It must’ve been a miraculous cure.”


    Enrico didn’t drink the tea, only staring at her coldly.


    Rachel continued with a smile, “Don’t look at me like that. You know I’ve always had a fragile constitution. No matter what I do, I can’t improve my health. If you know of a good doctor, won’t you share them with me?”


    If she could find that doctor, she could uncover what had truly happened with Enrico’s condition. He seemed cured, but there was still something… off.


    Enrico sneered and shot her a sharp look. “Are you trying to figure out my health condition?”


    Rachel was momentarily speechless.


    “If you’re not here to talk business, then we’re done.” Enrico stood to leave.


    “Wait, I’ll talk about my father,” Rachel hurriedly said, her voice filled with urgency.


    Earlier, at Rose Estate, she had whispered a single name into his ear: *Jeremy*.


    Sitting in the car, Paige immediately understood why Enrico had followed Rachel. Whether or not he had lost his memory, one thing that always haunted him was Jeremy.


    Rachel knew exactly how to tempt him.


    Sure enough, upon hearing his father’s name, Enrico stopped and sat back down.


    At that moment, the first dish arrived-an exquisitely ted egg custard that looked like a cloud floating on the te, its presentation reminiscent of a traditional ink painting.


    “Try it, Enrico. The dishes here are quite refined,” Rachel said with a smile. But when she met his impatient gaze, she put down her chopsticks and said, “Enrico, I know you weren’t happy when I took our father away from the Gustin family vi. After all, it’s his fault you and your sister suffered.”


    “…”


    “In fact, I’ve alsoe to see my father for who he really is. After taking him out of the vi, I thought he would treat us better. But no-he’s still the same. He’s addicted to alcohol and always brings women home or goes out to find them,” Rachel sighed bitterly, pulling out her phone to show him a video. “Look, this is how he’s living now. He never considered us his family.”


    In the video, Jeremy was seen in a nightclub-like setting, embracing women with his arms around them, reveling in pleasure.


    A murderous glint shed in Enrico’s eyes as he watched. His grip tightened around the tea cup, his fingers pressing hard against it.


    This was the man his mother had chosen. What kind of person had she picked?


    Rachel, noticing the rising fury in Enrico’s eyes, was pleased. She put her phone away and said with a choked voice, “When he’s drunk, he even hits my mother and me. I’ve had enough of it.”


    “So, you want to hand Jeremy over to me?” Enrico asked coldly.


    Rachel responded softly, “What good would that do? You’re bound by yourte mother’s will. All you can do is imprison him again.”


    “So what’s this deal you want to propose?” Enrico asked.


    Seeing that he hadn’t stormed off, Rachel decided to push her luck. She stood up, walked around the table, and leaned down next to him, her eyes gazing into his as she lightly ced a hand on his shoulder.


    “Enrico, you have to follow your mother’s wishes, but I don’t. I can do what you can’t.” She whispered softly in his ear.


    Enrico’s eyes shed in shock. “What do you mean?”Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    “I told you, I’m no longer the sheltered girl from the Gustin family vi. I have my own power now. If it makes you happy, what’s the harm in me killing Jeremy?” Rachel’s lips almost brushed against his ear as she spoke.


    She remembered how Enrico had looked at Paige with admiration after she shot Jeremy. If she could do something even more ruthless, surely she could carve out a ce in his heart.


    “I’ll kill Jeremy for you,” Rachel said, watching for his reaction.