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During the third week of the ongoing feud with Francis Travis, he publicly announced his newest relationship with a little-known actress.
The program determined my capture attempt had failed and instructed me to choose a different identity and alter my other objectives.
However, just as I was on the verge of succeeding in my mission.
Francis, who had been out of contact with the group, unexpectedly phoned me in the middle of the night.
"Selma, to draw me out, you've now stooped so low as to get involved with my father, haven't you?"
I stared in shock and nudged the slumbering man beside me awake.
"Didn't you tell me you were unattached? When did you have a child?"

After The Breakup, I Have Sex With His Uncle

I gazed at the pink heart-shaped diamonds nestled between my fingers, purposely avoiding direct eye contact with them.


The moment Francis heard this, his complexion drained of color.


Having been in a relationship for six years, I'm well aware that his greatest fear is having his status as an illegitimate child exposed.


"Selma, you're no better than a mistress yourself, so why drag me into this?


"Furthermore, I've checked your travel plans, and they align perfectly with my father's recent trip. You spent last night at the Travis Family's ancestral home.


"If you weren't involved with my dad, who else could it be?"


Francis struggled to contain his fury, relying heavily on his instincts.


It was only then that I recalled Francis's father had been accompanying us on business trips lately.


Moreover, their wedding was scheduled for the same day as mine.


Given these circumstances, misinterpretations were bound to occur.


However, he didn't give me a chance to clarify.


Anne, who had been standing nearby, abruptly snatched the pink heart diamond ring from my grasp.


Her sharp nails left a bloody scratch on the back of my hand.


"How could a woman of your ilk deserve such a diamond ring? You're just after Francis' father's money, unlike the genuine love and loyalty between Francis and me."


Observing the wound on my hand as droplets of blood emerged, I slightly furrowed my brow.


Suddenly, I felt it would be futile to offer any explanation to someone like her.


"Anne, since you're so fond of this pink diamond, why don't we purchase it today?


"After all, some individuals are destined to wear nothing but ordinary buttons throughout their lives."


Francis's gaze flitted over my fingertips before he feigned nonchalance, draping his arm around Anne as they approached the counter to settle the bill.


However, embarrassment ensued when she attempted to use the card.


"I'm sorry, sir, but this card has been suspended."


Francis's frown deepened as he produced another card from his wallet, only to face the same outcome.


Although Anne was uncertain about the situation, she felt humiliated by the onlookers' stares.


She tugged at Francis's sleeve, rising on her tiptoes as they attempted to make a hasty exit. "Francis, could there be an issue with the bank? Perhaps we should try a different store."


Francis's knuckles blanched as he struggled to comprehend the situation.


For the first time, this wealthy young man, accustomed to importing even his drinking water from abroad, experienced the constraints of being without funds.


I arched an eyebrow and blocked their path. "Weren't you boasting about loyalty? Yet you can't afford a $50,000 ring? It appears Mr. Travis's affection isn't worth much after all."


I brandished the supplementary card Isaac had given me in front of them.


Then I remarked, "For a $50,000 ring, it might be more prudent to entrust it to me, your senior. We wouldn't want to sully the Travis Family reputation, would we?"


Francis's eyes turned icy as he glared at me intently. It seemed as though a violent tempest was brewing within those dark orbs.


"You persuaded that old man to freeze my bank accounts."


Isaac's handsome visage flashed in my mind.


I smirked slightly. "I suppose that's the case."


"Fine, very well." Francis clenched his fists in rage, his knuckles turning white.


He spun around, retrieved his phone, and dialed his circle of friends.


"Well, well, Mr. Travis, what brings you to call? Since that guy left, you've been holed up at home, drowning in alcohol daily. Now that you've sobered up, are you ready to socialize with us again?" Nathan Clements jested.


Francis's eyes darkened. "Enough with the nonsense. Transfer $50,000 to me immediately. It's urgent."


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