Chapter 3

My parents beamed with joy at my sister's announcement, as if already picturing themselves as part of the Miles clan. They were oblivious to the true influence and significance of the Miles name. Anyone foolish enough to cross Chester might vanish without a trace.

My priority now was to cut ties with them as swiftly as possible.

At that moment, my parents were practically idolizing Kathy, lavishing her with compliments on her accomplishments. They incessantly discussed her achievements, continually offering her nourishing broths and supplements, eager for her to conceive soon.

I took the chance to reveal their avaricious, materialistic tendencies. As anticipated, my words immediately incensed them.

My father shoved me off the couch, ripping out the page with my name from the family register and hurling it at me.

"Out with you! Leave this instant! I never had such a worthless daughter!"

My mother gazed at me with utter disappointment, her eyes filled with disdain.

Kathy smugly stretched out, saying, "I was considering setting you up with an assistant or chauffeur for a comfortable life, but since you're so determined to earn your own way, go ahead and move out. Don't come crying to me if you lose your job!"

Having made my point, I grinned and retrieved the discarded page from the floor.

"One day, you'll understand that the Miles Family isn't as straightforward as they appear. Anyone who plots against Chester might end up being the one pleading for mercy."

I spent the night at a hotel, purchasing some medication from a drugstore to treat the injury on my forehead.

The following day at work, I overheard my coworkers gossiping.

"Have you heard? Someone drugged Mr. Miles last night! They slept with him and then disappeared, and now Mr. Miles is furiously trying to track them down!"

"How desperate can people be for wealth? Who would dare to drug Mr. Miles? The last person who attempted such a thing is probably six feet under by now!"

"Wasn't there supposed to be a marriage arrangement between the Miles and Chandler families? Even though the Chandler daughter vanished, I heard the engagement wasn't called off."

As they chatted, Franklin Chandler suddenly appeared behind us unnoticed.

He said sternly, "Is everyone's work completed? Do you have time to chatter about Mr. Miles? You do realize what you're getting yourselves into, correct?"

My colleagues hastily returned to their desks in a flurry of activity.

Franklin scrutinized me, a faint smile playing in his eyes. He and Chester had been childhood friends, their families sharing deep-rooted connections. Franklin's ruthless business tactics were a clear indication that Chester was not someone to be trifled with.

This time, Kathy was in over her head.

Recalling my coworkers' conversation, I promptly went home and drafted my resignation letter. I couldn't confront them, but I could avoid them.

My supervisor didn't inquire about my reasons and swiftly processed my resignation.

Fearing discovery by Chester, I leased a small flat and remained hidden for a week, not daring to venture outside.

Kathy, however, did the opposite. She flaunted herself around the company building daily, hoping Chester would recognize her as the one who had drugged him that night.

Unfortunately for her, Chester's security detail passed by her countless times without a second glance.

Kathy was growing increasingly anxious.

She created an online account using her real name, posting updates about the dinner from that night in every single post. After ten posts, Chester still hadn't contacted her.

Next, she photographed the bank card and claimed it online as her discovery. This time, she finally received a response.

Chester publicly replied to one of the comments:

"The card belongs to me. Please provide your contact information and I'll collect it personally. I'd be very grateful."

His reply sent ripples across the internet. It was quickly captured and went viral, becoming the top trending topic.

The usually aloof CEO's rare display of warmth was swiftly interpreted by netizens as flirtatious banter.

People began speculating that my sister, the "Good Samaritan" who found Mr. Miles' lost item, was about to strike gold.