Vera Wave pursed her lips.

If Nathan Leafcastle, oblivious to Irene Spencer’s true nature, had asked her to be the spokesperson, that would have been somewhat understandable.

But for them to be staying in the same hotel? That seemed too coincidental.

Moreover, her moving out so abruptly inevitably aroused suspicion.

But would Brother Nathan, the one she grew up with, really resort to such despicable methods?

She still refused to believe that conclusion.

"’Could it be... Irene Spencer did this on purpose?’ Kris Cooper mused for a moment.

’I also hope... it’s unrelated to him.’

If these incidents were indeed unrelated to Nathan Leafcastle, then the overt and covert struggles between him and Nathan Leafcastle would be unavoidable.

When that time came, Vera Wave, caught in the middle, would naturally be in a very difficult position.

He didn’t mind having another enemy, but he didn’t want to put Vera Wave in a bind.

...

...

The SUV sped into the residential complex, pulled up beneath the apartment building, and stopped right there, not even bothering with a designated parking spot.

Irene Spencer pushed open the car door. Disregarding the car blocking the way, she just hurried up the stairs and rushed into the elevator.

While in the elevator, she called to have her Assistant open the door. By the time she stepped out, the Assistant already had the door open, waiting for her.

Carrying her bag, Irene Spencer swiftly walked towards her own bedroom upstairs.

"’Are the plane tickets booked?’"

"’The earliest flight is at midnight in two days, and it’s a connecting flight,’ the Assistant said, looking troubled. ’You don’t mind?’"

"’I don’t care!’ Irene Spencer stopped on the staircase landing. ’You two are coming to America with me too.’"

"’Should we go back and pack now?’"

"’No need to pack. We can buy whatever we need there. Come up and help me!’"

The two Assistants exchanged glances. Seeing her grim expression, they quickly followed her up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"As soon as Irene Spencer entered, she immediately began commanding loudly, ’Bring all the jewelry and two boxes of clothes!’ She then walked into the Study Room, retrieved a stack of documents and files from the safe, placed them on the table, and added, ’Take all of these as well!’"

The Assistant glanced at the files on the table and looked up, puzzled.

"’Miss Spencer, you are...’ Her sentence trailed off. She had noticed something was wrong with Irene Spencer’s face: her lip was injured, and her face was visibly swollen. She hadn’t noticed earlier because Irene Spencer had been covering her face with her long hair, but now, up close, she saw it clearly. ’Your face...’"

Irene Spencer pulled her hair down to cover her face and roared, "’If you don’t want to go, get out now! If you want to go, then get to work immediately!’"

The two Assistants guessed something bad had happened but didn’t dare to ask further. They each dragged a suitcase and began to pack.

A few moments later, when one Assistant had finished packing a suitcase of clothes, Irene Spencer gestured to her. "’Load it into the car first, then help me pack these!’"

As she spoke, Irene Spencer took down hangers from the rack and tossed them onto the changing bench.

These clothes were all incredibly expensive. Even though she was now a billionaire, she still couldn’t bear to discard them!

The Assistant pushed the suitcase downstairs. As soon as she stepped out of the building’s entrance, she saw countless vehicles already surrounding Irene Spencer’s SUV, with more cars still arriving.

The steps were already swarming with Journalists carrying large cameras, and everyone disembarking from the vehicles was of the same kind.

"’This must be the place! It looks like the thirteenth floor!’"

"’Isn’t this her car? The exhaust pipe is still hot. She must be upstairs!’" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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