At this point in her life, Bridget was a renowned jewelry designer, her name synonymous with luxury and style. She had her own studio and brand that stood as a testament to her success.

She had also just given birth to her first son with Rupert, basking in the prime of her life. It was as if even her hair shimmered with a light of its own, her eyes sparkling with an air of invincibility.

Freya, her sidekick, was riding high on Bridget's coattails, dressed to the nines in couture and flaunting a designer clutch that cost more than a small car.

The girl who had once juggled college and part-time jobs with Sylvia, vowing to climb her way to the top, had long since been swallowed by the shadows.

Twirling her expensive clutch absentmindedly, Freya remarked, "Sylvia and her daughter are practically hermits. Even Tristan can't get through to them. If it weren't for me and Ms. Lance, you wouldn't have had the evidence to pin Sylvia down. And let's not forget, she got you those matching samples. If she ever finds out how you've been using her..."

"Shut it! Are you threatening me?" Bridget's expression darkened, venom lacing her words.

"Ms. Simpson, don't shoot the messenger. The Lance empire collapsed overnight. If Ms. Lance comes after you, I'm your only ally. I'm just securing my due, in case things go south for me too."

"What are you implying? That I ratted out the Lances?" Bridget hissed, "Their downfall was decades in the making. Do you really think I had the power to bring them down? I would've preferred them as allies. Now, with their fall from grace, if she dares to turn Rupert against me... Remember, your fate is tied to mine. So, keep your mouth shut!"

Freya, fingers winding around her clutch's chain, gave Bridget a meaningful look.

Bridget, losing patience, transferred some money to Freya, warning, "Rufus's condition worsened today. We can't wait any longer. Get it done.

"I understand. Ms. Lance won't be a problem for you anymore."

Seeing the transaction complete on her phone, Freya smirked.

Sylvia regretted not having her phone with her at that moment; she would have captured the entire exchange.

She remembered the name 'Ms. Lance' and planned to investigate further, hoping to clear her name.

But Stella's illness took a turn for the

worse, and by the time Rupert feared Sylvia might harm Bridget and their son, he had moved them back to the villa. When Sylvia finally decided to dig deeper, Stella passed away. .

She later discovered that the "matching samples" Freya mentioned referred to Stella.

Stella had never undergone any testing, yet Tristan seemed to know the results. Had Sylvia not hidden away with Stella in the villa, Tristan might have forced their hand much sooner.

But who could have anticipated that in the end, it would be her own father who would betray her?

The list of people willing to falsify evidence for Bridget was short, and at the top was Fanny - she was the one who marked Stella for the Garcia family!

Clenching her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms, Sylvia seethed at the thought of all that had transpired.

"Sylvia? Sylvia! Are you listening?"

Naomi's voice snapped Sylvia out of her reverie.noveldrama

Catching her breath, she quickly answered, "Yes, I'm here. Go on, Mom."

Naomi continued, "I found out

Bridget and Fanny often hang out at a bar for their girls' nights. And

het

Fanny, she's got a crush on someone. A former colleague told me she regularly orders custom men's watches from a luxury brand, always engraving the initials of the man she's interested in on the

band."

"And what are those initials?"

"LH."