As the granddaughter of the wealthiest magnate in San Heith, Cynthia Shannon had been in a relationship with Joe Louise for three years, only to find her sincere affections spurned and left in the dust.
Joe regarded her as a simple rural woman, and on their wedding day, he abandoned her to pursue another dazzling beauty, leaving Cynthia heartbroken. But once she decisively ended the relationship, she reclaimed her status as a wealthy heiress, inheriting a fortune worth billions. Her life then ascended to its pinnacle, yet there were always scoundrels who emerged to vex her.
Amidst Cynthia's efforts to deal with these scoundrels, a certain Mr. Ford, known for inspiring dread in anyone who heard his name, stood by, applauding her with admiration. "My formidable wife," Mr. Ford praised.
Cynthia Shannon replied, "Please mind your choice of words."
Mr. Ford half-closed his eyes, leaning elegantly against the bed, his movements bewitching. "With this token as evidence, do you still want to deny our bond?"

From Wedding Betrayal to Billionaire's Devotion

Bryce pressed his lips together and asked cautiously, "Miss Shannon, if I may be so bold--how did you figure that out?"


Moments ago, his subordinate's report confirmed that both the vehicle frame and engine codes had been altered, leaving no way to trace them. If Cynthia wasn't somehow behind this, how had she known?


Cynthia didn't seem bothered by Bryce's earlier skepticism. She replied casually, "Just a lucky guess."


Bryce felt a twinge of disbelief but took a deep breath, adjusting his tone to one of genuine respect. He even addressed her with heightened reverence. "In that case, what do you think was their goal?"


The goal, of course, was to target Tristan. What puzzled him was why the enemy had gone to such lengths, disassembling and reassembling a car and adding a self-driving system. Bryce couldn't make sense of it.


"Routine, Nothing Special"