When Rita returned from the restroom, she found Jeffrey standing near the dining table, his gaze locked on the bracelet she had placed there. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a storm of emotions.“Something wrong?” Rita asked lightly.Jeffrey tore his eyes from the bracelet, his jaw tightening. His mind was racing. His father’s words echoed loudly: When two Philosopher’s Stones meet, you will inherit the supreme legacy. But if you are unworthy, her family will ensure you live comfortably, nothing more.This was no ordinary bracelet. It was the counterpart to the Philosopher’s Stone he carried—the final key to his destiny. And Rita, of all people, was his fiancée.Rita crossed the room. “You seem lost in thought. Is it the bracelet?”Jeffrey's throat tightened at Rita's question, but he kept his tone steady. “Where did you get this bracelet?” he asked, his voice measured, though his heart raced.Rita tilted her head, studying him for a moment before answering. “It w

Jeffrey held the secretary’s sharp gaze, refusing to back down. “I don’t care what you think,” he said firmly. “Rita has been nothing but kind to me, and I consider her a good friend. I’ll stand by that.”The secretary’s lips curled into a smug smile. “A good friend, you say? Do you even know who she is?”Jeffrey frowned. “I know enough.”The secretary laughed lightly. “Clearly, you don’t. Let me enlighten you. Miss Stirling isn’t just anyone. She’s the princess of the Stirling family—the most powerful and influential family in the capital. She is the most beloved granddaughter of the Stirling family patriarch and, of course, his heir.”Jeffrey’s eyes widened slightly, the revelation hitting him hard. The Stirling family? The name was legendary, synonymous with wealth, power, and an untouchable status that placed them far above ordinary people like him.The secretary noticed his reaction and pressed on. “So you see, a nobody like you trying to get close to someone like her? It’s laugh

Rita’s thoughts swirled as she silently constructed a business plan in her mind, envisioning the possibilities that Jeffrey’s serum could unlock. She was so engrossed that she barely noticed Jeffrey calling her name. “Rita?” Jeffrey’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She blinked, realizing how long she had been quiet. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she looked at him. “Sorry, I got lost in thought. You know, Jeffrey, you’re quite the versatile man. It’s hard to believe someone like Cora could let you go.” Jeffrey’s expression tightened briefly, but he maintained his composure. “Cora and I… we’re different people now.” Rita tilted her head, her curiosity evident. “Do you still have feelings for her?” Jeffrey shook his head immediately. “No. The person I cared for doesn’t exist anymore. Cora became someone materialistic, someone who only saw value in wealth and status. She filled her life with malice and resentment, especially toward me. I can’t love someone like

The door swung open with force, and Cora stormed in, her voice sharp and angry. "What are you doing here, Jeffery? You have no right to come into my home!" Jeffery stood, startled by her sudden appearance. "Cora, I—" But she cut him off, her finger pointed accusingly at him. "Don’t pretend you’re here for anything decent. Are you here to harass me? To make a scene? You’re pathetic!" Before Jeffery could respond, Grace, Cora’s mother, followed her into the room. Her face twisted in disdain as she crossed her arms. "You’ve got some nerve showing up here, Jeffery. You’re nothing but a nuisance. I should call the cops right now." Jeffery opened his mouth to defend himself, but their words came like rapid fire, leaving no room for him to speak. "Get out!" Cora snapped. "You’re not wanted here." "Absolutely not!" Grace chimed in. "You’re a stain on this family’s reputation, and we don’t need you stirring up trouble." Before Grace could add more, Daphne stepped forward, “That’s enough

The next morning, Jeffery stood in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. His phone buzzed on the counter. Rita’s name flashed on the screen, and he picked it up.“I’m at the gates,” she said, her voice crisp. “Come out.”Jeffery grabbed his coat and stepped outside, heading toward the grand iron gates of the villa. As he approached, the sight before him stopped him in his tracks.Rita stood there, leaning against a sleek, black Aston Martin DB11. Her crimson gown hugged her figure, the slit teasing a glimpse of her long sexy legs. She held a cigar between her fingers, exhaling a thin plume of smoke into the air.Jeffery’s brain short-circuited for a moment. He forced his gaze away, trying to focus on the car, the sky—anything but her.Rita caught his reaction and smirked. “See something you like?” she teased playfully.Jeffery cleared his throat, heat creeping up his neck. “I wasn’t—uh, I mean, no,” he stammered.“Relax,” she said, flicking ash from her cigar. “You’re a terri