"What just happened?" Donald asked. He''d always known Gordon had a temper, even as a child when he used to bully others. Back then, Donald had often chosen to look the other way.


    After all, Gordon was the youngest of the Carter family, and a bit of mischief hardly seemed harmful. But today, seeing the man on the ground with his face covered in blood stirred something within him. That figure, that face, bore an uncanny resemnce to Maxwell. Gordon handed Donald a fork and said, "It''s nothing major. That man got bold enough to have surgery to look like Maxwell; he almost fooled Mona and everyone else. Maxwell thinks it was my doing and had him sent to me disfigured. But, Dad, you know I wouldn''t have the nerve, nor would I dare to do something like that."


    He spoke convincingly, insisting he didn''t know the man and would say the same even if Maxwell stood before him. After all, that imposter hadn''t seen him in person, and even if Maxwell suspected he was behind it, there was no evidence.


    After listening, Donald nced at Gordon, observing hisposed expression and unable to tell if he was being truthful. But when it came to Maxwell, Donald didn''t hold much affection, so he let it be. In the end, both Donald and Gordon shared a harmonious lunch. After Gordon left, he didn''t go back to check on Mona''s vi, concerned someone might see him. Instead, he had the guards watch over Maxwell, who moved to another one of his vis.


    When someone checked on the guards, they were still sound asleep, but Maxwell was missing. Upon waking, they quickly began ming each other for the oversight. Faced with Gordon, none dared lift their heads or expect any rewards.


    Gordon''s voice was icy as he said, "Didn''t you all enjoy drinking? Send them off to serve as bar escorts." Serving drinks, of course, would be anything but pleasant for them.


    After finishing up, Nigel reported back to Maxwell, who responded with a brief acknowledgment and instructed him to wait at the office. So many days had passed, and Maxwell was still in the dark about the exact state of thepany-he needed Nigel to fill him in on the details.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    As Maxwell hung up the phone, Mona wrapped her arms around his and asked, "Are you heading to the office?"


    "I''ll just check in at the office today, and tomorrow, I''ll be free," Maxwell replied softly. "Tonight, let''s have dinner with your grandparents." Though he didn''t want to leave Mona''s side, he had pressing matters at thepany to handle, especially with his n to take over Carter Group.


    "Then I''ll go with you," Mona insisted. "It''s year-end, and Star is on break, so I have nothing to do anyway." She yfully tugged on Maxwell''s arm, her voice softening into a charming plea. "Once we''re at the office, I won''t bother you-I''ll just sit quietly and watch a show. How about that?" "Alright,e if you''d like," Maxwell replied indulgently. He''d wondered if he could even focus on work with Mona, but he knew they''d likely spend time together. Forget it, he thought; he knew she was still shaken and needed thefort. They''d go together. With Maxwell''s approval, Mona''s lips curved into a smile, her eyes full of warmth as she looked at him. Luckily, Haley and Albert were out training; otherwise, they would probably have to close their eyes to avoid witnessing Mona''s yful, affectionate side. In the end, Mona got her wish to apany Maxwell to thepany. With Maxwell by her side, Haley decided not to go along and stayed home to train with Albert. They nned to return to the Clem family home together for lunch, and Mona and Maxwell would join in the evening. Since Nigel had already gone to thepany, Maxwell drove Mona to the Clem Group. During the ride, Mona didn''t check her phone or think about anything else; she kept her eyes fixed on Maxwell.


    She was scared, worried that someone else might have undergone aesthetic surgery to look like Maxwell. She was afraid she


    wouldn''t recognize him, or it would take her a long time to realize it.


    Mona''s intense gaze caught Maxwell''s attention. "What''s wrong? Why are you staring at me, Darling?"


    "Maxwell, what if something like this happens again, and I can''t recognize you?" Moria voiced her concerns.


    Maxwell pondered Mona''s words momentarily before suggesting "How about I get a tattoo in a specific spot only you know? That way, you''ll be able to recognize me."


    "But getting a tattoo hurts," Mona replied honestly.


    "It''s fine; I''m not afraid of the pain. Let''s go with that; I''ll get the tattoo tomorrow. What do you think I should get?" Maxwell asked, contemting the idea of a tattoo. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of having something representing Mona on his body.


    Mona pondered momentarily before replying thoughtfully, "If that''s the case, I''ll get one too, just like yours. I want to have you tattooed on me."


    "As expected, my Mrs. Carter," Maxwell said with a smile. "You''re thinking the same as I am. I''ll get you tattooed on me too. But, Mona, it will hurt a lot. Are you sure you can handle it?" He asked, a hint of concern in his voice. Maxwell was in a dilemma; he wanted Mona to tattoo him on her body, leaving a mark of his presence on her. At the same time, he worried that the pain of getting a tattoo might be too much for his delicate wife to handle. Mona nodded firmly and said, "I can handle it."


    Once they arrived at thepany, Mona apanied Maxwell to the top floor. Knowing he was busy, she wanted him to finish work early, so she tiptoed to kiss him quickly before settling down with her tablet to watch a show.


    Soon, Nigel entered and updated Maxwell on the recent events at thepany. Upon hearing about losing an important contract, a cold aura surrounded Maxwell. He nced at Mona beside him, suppressing his anger, and motioned for Nigel to continue. While watching the show, Mona chatted with Ava about Maxwell and the imposter. After exining the situation to Ava, she received a WhatsApp message.


    Ava: [I can''t believe it, Mona. It is such a bizarre situation; it''s genuinely terrifying!]


    ''Indeed, such a perfect replica; aesthetic surgery is genuinely terrifying,'' Mona thought.


    Artemis: [Mona, you''re so brave and clever. If it were me, I wouldn''t know what to do.] Artemis noted that despite acting for so long, she had never encountered such a role in reality.


    ra: [Mona, you need to spend quality time with Mr. Carter. He must be feeling lonely after being by himself for so long.]


    After reading ra''s message, Mona nced at Maxwell, feeling joy. He was wearing a pair of gold-framed sses, and his look while listening to Nigel''s report on work was remarkably handsome. Every gesture of his brought a smile to her face.