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Chapter 4

At the Same Time in Sunshine Bar

Another Private Room

Lilian sat alone, her glass of "Marques De Gaiety" resting in her hand. Her mind was clouded, her heart heavy with the confusion of her life. She had seen her mother's persistent calls flashing on her phone, but she chose to ignore them.

She couldn’t bring herself to go back. The thought of her father’s matchmaking schemes tormented her. It wasn't just men, but prospective men, as he would call them—men he deemed worthy of marrying his daughter.

Her father believed a woman’s worth was tied to the maturity and capability of the man she married. He was a man who valued power above all else, and Lilian often wondered if he had ever truly cared for her.

Her mother, weak and passive in their family dynamics, never dared to challenge him. It was always her father, the power-hungry patriarch, who had the final say. His love for control was suffocating. She wondered why, at 51 years old, a man so wealthy and powerful would still crave more, when he should be content with his life and his 43-year-old, beautiful wife. Yet here he was, forcing his will upon Lilian, as if he intended to control her forever.

This was the very reason she had always preferred Oliver.

It wasn’t just because she loved him, but because he understood her. He was playful, humorous—everything her father was not. He would never restrain her, never try to mold her into someone she wasn't. Oliver came from a good family, one her father respected—especially because he was the sole heir to the fortune. But despite everything, Oliver’s rejection had shattered her hopes.

"Aaaaarrrrrrrrrhhhhggggggg!" she screamed, the frustration bubbling over.

With a sharp inhale, she took another long gulp of her drink, her brows knitting together in contemplation. What was the next step for her life?

Elsewhere in the Bar

stepping into the crowded bar, she immediately felt out of place. The men around her stared, confused by the presence of a mature and sophisticated woman in such a setting.

Turning to her assistant, Luke, she asked, "Where is Oliver?"

"In the private room, number 26," he answered.

"What about Lilian?" she continued.

"Upstairs, in room 28."

A smirk crept across her face. "Funny how both ran away, yet they remain in the same place. It must be fate, don’t you think?"

"Madam, don’t you think this is wrong?" Luke asked, concern in his voice. "If we do this, it could create more misunderstanding than affection."

She turned to him, her voice cold. "Do you think if I leave it to my son, he’ll ever win her over? I might as well wait until I’m dead. With all the women he’s been with, Lilian is the only one who stands out. She’s disciplined, rational—a woman with the strength to put my son in his place."

Seeing his worried expression, she added, "Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything too drastic. All I need you to do is slip some sleeping pills into their drinks. Then, take them to a presidential suite at a hotel. Call the reporters, take some pictures for evidence, and rally the water army. I’ll handle her power-hungry father and my husband later."

"Madam, isn’t this too much?" Luke protested, his voice shaky.

She cut him off sharply. "Do as I say. I would rather die than let my son marry that Bella girl. She’s not pure, and she’s certainly not sincere about him."

With those words, she walked away, leaving Luke to carry out her instructions.