His hesitation spoke volumes, and Aria wasn't blind.
Maxwell was actually furious this time.
"Impossible," Aria muttered, grinding her teeth.
Maxwell had always treated her like fragile glass. How could he possibly be this angry over something so trivial?
It was just a director with a bit of a reputation, right?
The industry was full of directors. She didn't need him.
But then reality set in—if Maxwell was genuinely pissed at her over this, it was a massive loss on her end.
After a brief internal struggle, Aria realized her only option was to leave for now.
Before stepping onto the elevator, she threw one last, longing glance at the heavy, closed office doors.
Meanwhile.
Lyra had practically torn the entire villa apart looking for the necklace.
She interrogated the staff again, but their answers remained a unified 'we haven't seen it.'
Just as she was hitting a wall of despair, the doorbell downstairs chimed.
It was too early in the day for Maxwell to be home, so she didn't give it a second thought and kept rummaging through the bedroom.
She had spent the entire day turning the massive house upside down.
Bang—
The moment the bedroom door swung open, Lyra's guard instantly shot up. She spun around, locking eyes with Maxwell as he strolled into the room.
For a split second, the air was dead silent.
Lyra was the first to scowl and avert her gaze.

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