Lina Holloway: "This is a matter for the Thorne family, I’m afraid I cannot disclose anything."
"However, the Thorne family already owns three authentic W paintings. Please trust that Mr. Thorne is sincerely searching for W."
The exquisite, delicious food was served to the table.
Vivian Sinclair excused herself to make a phone call, wanting to get so air.
Just then, she actually got a call from her senior, Tina.
Tina sounded excited: "Vivian, the thing you asked for is already done."
"Can I leak a little sothing to the public, let everyone see how shocking Vivi’s coback is?"
Vivian: "Sorry, Tina. This particular set, let’s not announce it yet. I’m planning to give it as a gift."
"In a few days, I’ll send you a new set of design drafts. We’ll et up then and discuss my return to the design world in detail."
Tina was so thrilled she was practically dancing on her end of the phone.
"That’s great, Vivian, you’ve finally made up your mind."
"You have no idea what the fashion scene lost during your year of silence!"
"You’re a genius designer, Vivi! At sixteen you were already famous, and your pieces would sell out instantly the mont they hit the market."
"How many girls in the world are as young as you and as gifted?"
Vivian blushed slightly at the complints, raised a finger and whispered, "Shh."
"Tina, please keep this a secret for ."
Tina apologized repeatedly: "I got too excited, don’t worry, no one heard a thing."
"Should I drop by myself tomorrow and deliver it to you?"
"Vivian, I’ve missed you so much, it feels like forever."
Vivian smiled and replied, "Alright, see you tomorrow."
After hanging up, Vivian was about to head back to the private dining room, but happened to catch a glimpse of two extrely familiar figures in the suite as a waiter exited.
Was that Zoe Monroe and Austin Grant?
Just her luck—can’t even have a al without running into trouble.
The sliding doors weren’t completely closed.
Seeing the waiter had walked away, Vivian paused for a mont nearby.
"Austin, last night I attended the banquet as your secretary, but everyone suspected my identity. The humiliation I suffered—how are you going to make it up to ?"
Austin Grant’s doting voice sounded low: "Isn’t treating you to dinner enough?"
"You don’t want the card, either. So tell , whatever you want, if I have it—it’s yours!"
Zoe Monroe’s voice was utterly aggrieved: "Back then, I was your legitimate girlfriend."
"If it weren’t for Vivian Sinclair, we never would’ve been forced apart."
"So what if you and her got married? I just don’t want you touching her!"
"Austin, she’s only your wife in na, but I’m the one in your heart—and in reality, your real wife, isn’t that right?"
Austin Grant pulled Zoe Monroe onto his lap, gently pressing his forehead to hers, enunciating every word: "Yes, in my heart, you’re my true wife."
"Before you ca back, I never touched her."
"Now you’re back, and with you here, I’m even less likely to touch her."
"Zoe, if I hadn’t finally found you, I’d never be happy in my life."
"I’d give you anything—including my life."
"I promised you, I’d protect and love you forever."
"I know you suffered last night."
"Trust —after you have the baby and I get rid of Vivian Sinclair, when I hold absolute authority in the Grant Family, I’ll marry you and bring you ho."
"Our family of four—together, always."
Zoe Monroe was so overwheld, she burst into happy tears.
"Austin, you make believe I deserve the very best in this world."
"I want you to give the most unique, most collectible gift possible."
"Let’s call it an early birthday present, okay?"
Austin Grant indulgently tapped her nose: "Go on, what do you really want?"
Zoe Monroe: "You see this? Sothing just got leaked online..."
There was a noise from outside the door: "Excuse , sir, did you get lost?"
Austin Grant’s expression changed instantly.
He got up and slid open the suite door—only to see a waiter preparing to bring in dishes.
"Was there soone outside just now?"
Austin Grant’s face was livid as he questioned.
Waiter: "No. Just a lady who happened to go the wrong way, that’s all."
"President Grant, shall I serve now?"
Vivian Sinclair returned to the suite—Lina Holloway hadn’t touched a single bite while guarding the whole table of food.
Vivian gave a faint smile: "Let’s eat."
During a lull, she texted Tina: Senior, I’ve thought it over—I agree with your previous idea.
By evening, the news of designer Vivi’s grand coback with her new Chinese-style collection had already blown up online.
Along with the announcent was a photo.
The photo showed the corner of a finished piece of Chinese-style jade jewelry.
The image wasn’t clear, but even that one little glimpse drove Vivi’s fans crazy.
Especially the many big nas who adore her—they were all fighting to get their hands on the collection.
"This ti it’s jade! Jade is what Vivi has released the least of, plus it’s directly produced with Serenity Studio, the only studio she’s ever worked with. That quality and collectability is simply unbeatable!"
"Say no more, this set is mine—no one’s allowed to compete!"
"Please, just let have it. I’ve never gotten lucky enough to snag one!"
Vivi’s fa and status in the design world isn’t just due to her distinctive, stunning jewelry—it’s also her prodigious talent at a young age.
At sixteen, she won the gold prize at the international jewelry competition, taking ho the crown.
The news exploded in dostic fashion circles!
Not only because of her age, but because she never showed her face—she’s stayed mysterious, never once appearing in public since.
After that win, her reputation skyrocketed, and she beca an apprentice under the Master Tris.
And every single design stunned everyone who loved her style, making her work even more sought after and her fa greater every year.
It’s just a sha—her pieces are always in limited supply; she never mass-produces, so anyone who owns one is lucky, and they’re truly valuable.
This ti Vivi’s been quiet for over a year—everyone thought she was out of inspiration or just retired, but instead, she’s back with a bang!
Vivian Sinclair had no idea how lively things were online.
Because she didn’t go back to the Grant Family ho tonight; she was busy soothing Old Madam Grant’s nerves.
"Grandma, I may need a few days before I move back to the old house. I need to organize so things, I swear... I’m not lying to you."
"Yes, okay... I’ll co back as soon as I can."
"I haven’t forgotten your birthday, I promise I’ll be back before then, alright?"
"I’ve prepared a surprise for you."
Finally hanging up, Vivian got another text from Austin Grant.
"Vivian, sothing ca up suddenly. Dinner’s canceled tonight, you don’t need to wait for . We’ll talk tomorrow when you co ho."
Vivian deleted his text.
She hadn’t planned to accept the invitation tonight anyway.
As expected, it’s always the sa—waiting foolishly for him, only to get a ssage at nearly eleven o’clock.
Vivian let out a self-deprecating, bitter laugh: "Never again. I’ll never wait for you in this lifeti."
anwhile, at Crestfall Villa, Thorne Family.
Lina Holloway was standing in the study, reporting word for word to Julian Thorne what she’d learned from Vivian Sinclair.
"Mr. Thorne, Young Madam Grant said herself—she t this W in person when she married into the Grant Family last year."
"The person’s rough-looking, tall and well-built, in his thirties."
"He went to the Grant residence and t with the old madam in secret. Seems they made so kind of agreent; that’s why this W took the money, retired, and left Ardis."
"From what Young Madam Grant said, looks like this W won’t be resurfacing, and definitely won’t... ever co back to Ardis."
Lina Holloway’s tone slipped into regret.
Mr. Thorne has been searching for this W for a full three years!
Finally found so clues with the Grant Family, only to learn he’ll never show up.
With this outco, Mr. Thorne’s got to be devastated.
Julian Thorne hadn’t expected it to end like this.
But from his shadowed face, you couldn’t read any emotion.
He only dismissed Lina Holloway coldly.
Then he walked to the window and stared out into the pitch-black night, his repressed emotions finally slowly leaking out, his whole body cloaked in gloom.
No idea how much ti passed; he pulled out his phone and scrolled to a conversation with a transaction record.
The money—he hadn’t accepted it.
W—he wouldn’t just give up so easily.
Thinking of those clear eyes, he couldn’t fully trust everything he’d been told.
Suddenly, a siren blared through the estate.
The aloof, aristocratic Mr. Thorne’s face changed dramatically for once.
He turned and ran outside—housekeepers shouting frantically: "Quick! Everyone to Miss’s room on the second floor!"
"Miss has set fire to herself again—"
As always, the Thorne household was thrown into chaos for another sleepless night.
When Julian Thorne finally carried his sister out of the flas, he turned to the dark night beyond.
"W—wherever you are in the world, the Thorne Family will find you!"
...
The next day, Vivian Sinclair had just woken up when Tina called.
"Vivian, guess who ca to Serenity Studio last night?"
Vivian yawned, getting up lazily, not really caring: "Who?"
Tina: "Your husband—President Grant!"
"He started right off by offering ten million to buy your just-launched piece!"
"He still doesn’t know that his own wife is Vivi—so pathetic and laughable."
Vivian didn’t even bat an eyelid.
She agreed to let Tina leak her identity last night specifically to attract Austin Grant.
Sure enough, ten million willingly splashed out, all just to make Zoe Monroe smile.
"How did you handle it?"
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