Daniel looked at his mother, his face pale.

“Mother, we can’t let the police get involved,” Daniel whispered.

“If the press gets hold of this, the investors for the logistics company will back out.”

“We are already on the verge of ruin.”

Vivian stared at the document, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

She looked at me, her eyes burning with a deep, silent hatred.

She knew she had no choice.

She snatched the heavy silver pen from the desk.

With a trembling hand, she signed her name on the dotted line.

“There,” Vivian spat, throwing the pen onto the desk.

“Are you satisfied?”

Mr. Han picked up the document, checking the signature before closing the folder.

“Thank you, Mrs. Mercer,” Mr. Han said. “The matter is resolved.”

Vivian turned her cold gaze back to me.

“Do not think this changes anything, Maya,” she whispered.

“You are still a nobody.”

“Tonight, at the evening gala, we will secure our partnership with the Vance Group.”

“Once Arthur Vance signs the contract to save our company, I will ensure Daniel divorces you.”