Back inside, Lavinia didn't know what to do with herself.
There were unwashed clothes in the laundry basket, and the bedsheets needed changing. She decided to do a deep clean.
She washed the clothes and sheets, mopped the floors, wiped down the tables, and even re-washed the already clean dishes.
She worked non-stop until evening, only stopping when her stomach rumbled.
Opening the fridge to whip up something quick, she found it packed to the brim with groceries he had bought.
Lavinia stood there, piecing together the clues about "Charley" in her mind.
He was the boss behind Lucian, which meant he was likely the cornerstone LP of Celestial Capital.
He had to be the one who bid sky-high prices for the pearls and the lock at the auctions. He was the heir to the Solstice Group, the owner of that river wave crest insignia.
The photo of his grandfather at the Overseas Heritage Museum was real. The story of giving away the family fortune was real, but they must have made a massive comeback, expanding their empire even further.
He had genuinely bought that riverside building too.
And yet, she had never once suspected his "working-class" facade.
No, it was because he hid it too well. He was Saul's former classmate. Years ago, he rode a beat-up bicycle to school and helped Saul run a night market stall selling used phone accessories.
He had plenty of blue-collar childhood friends, loved eating at street food stalls, drove a modest Toyota SUV, and cooked better than she did.
Even Saul didn't know the truth about his "old classmate." How could she possibly have guessed that he was a top-tier, mysterious billionaire?
Why would someone like him, a god among men, come into her life? Why lie to her? What was there to gain?
Everything over the past six months felt like an absurd, surreal dream.
After spacing out for a long time, Lavinia closed the fridge, grabbed some dry pasta from the cabinet, and started boiling water.


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