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The thought made his brows, underneath the mask, lock into a tight, cold frown.

No one can be like her.

With that, he nodded at her and left.

Meanwhile, Gianna watched coldly as Kaye began working out shortly after the man had left, using the excuse that he had work to attend to.

Well, he shouldn't blame her for being ruthless…

With that, she dialed the number of the local police to report the situation.

"May I ask how much the stolen object is worth?"

"Around $700, sir," Gianna blurted out.

According to her memory, there had been countless times when the original Gianna had been hit by her mother for letting Kaye take her things behind her back.

Unfortunately, she couldn't file a report since, in the end, the two were going to get married in the future.

But she still wanted Gianna to resist and stop him from taking her things! While she acted unbothered in the background, Sofia had her own plans. One of Kaye's distant relatives worked in a huge company back in Los Angeles. It was said that he held a high-ranking position, and according to the hints provided by Kaye's mother, Ornella, that distant cousin had pulled some strings for Kaye in the same company. Soon, he would be hired and relocate to Los Angeles.

That cousin was rumored to own a huge mansion and loved Kaye very much. So, during that time, Kaye and her daughter would be living in luxury—with a mansion, several cars, and, most importantly… Gianna, being naturally beautiful, could definitely seduce the man!

And then, the mansion would become hers and her daughter's!

One had to admit, Sofia's thoughts were quite disgusting and venomous, to say the least—hypocritical and selfish.

And Gianna certainly wasn't ready to be a pawn in her hands.

"Is there any evidence?" the police asked.

"Yes, there is a surveillance camera," she reported, her eyes drifting toward the camera in the corner.

"Alright, please forward us the evidence. We will review it and provide feedback shortly."

"Sure."

Before Gianna could say another word—beep, beep—her phone died again.

100% to 0%, just from a call.

She stared at the unknown-brand Android phone in her hand, her expression blank.

Okay, she had never experienced this before.

She might have to buy another one soon.

But how…?

Seems like she had to find something to do, she thought, biting her lips in contemplation.

There weren't many people in their neighborhood, and as a result, not many customers, leaving Gianna bored.

At some point, she almost fell asleep.

So, with that, she finally decided to really find something to do—at least to pass the time.

She grabbed a drawing book from one of the shelves, picked up a pencil, sharpened it, and returned to her seat.

She closed her eyes for a moment. Five seconds later, she opened them, and the slender hand that had been resting on the drawing book began moving.

Lines and sketches began appearing on the blank paper, slowly forming into an incredible and realistic dress.

In her past life as Brianne, she was the one who always designed her own dresses for red carpet events or any important occasions. It was one of her favorite things to do.

As an international star, she couldn't go anywhere public or too common. And the exclusive places were filled with other hypocrites. So, at some point, she started picking up new skills to pass the time.

It took her an hour to completely finish a design, and even then, she still wasn't satisfied with it.

The day passed with her working on designs, making several others along the way.

The shop usually closed at exactly 10 PM.

Gianna did a quick clean-up, carried her bag, locked the door, and rode off on her bicycle.

She was about to head home when she suddenly turned the wheels, deciding to visit her grandmother's house instead.

She could never forget the house of the woman who had raised her like her own.

It was about twenty minutes away from the store—well, if she remembered correctly.

As she pedaled across the quiet streets, some familiar neighbors passed by. Familiar to Gianna, of course.

But as she wheeled closer to her grandmother's little, cozy home, she started seeing some really familiar faces.

The woman she met had aged beautifully—Madam Denis. She had been her grandmother's friend during her lifetime.

A hint of sadness clouded Gianna's eyes, and they reddened as the bicycle slowed down.

Memories rushed into her mind. If her grandmother hadn't died at the peak of her career, she would have aged even more beautifully.

May all mothers never die before eating the fruit of their labour.