After watching their car pull away, Kristian ushered Be back inside the house.


    Despite his outward indifference, he was internally fraught with anxiety.


    He ventured cautiously, “Who is thatdy? She seems close to Ste.


    Ste is still young, and I don’t want her associating with disreputable people.


    ”


    Be nced at him and replied, “That’s Alissa Perez.


    She’s a renowned embroiderer.


    The dress we made for Margery wouldn’t have been possible without her skills.


    She’spetent and respectable.


    ”


    Though Be had only met Alissa that day and didn’t know her well, she had formed a positive impression of her.


    As Be spoke, Kristian’splexion nched at the mention of Alissa’s name, a ghost from the past he wished to forget.


    Refusing to believe it, he sought confirmation.


    “Did you say her name is Alissa Perez?”


    “Yes, didn’t you hear me?” Be responded, her brow furrowing slightly.


    After receiving confirmation, Kristian became visibly flustered, his palms damp with sweat.


    It was then that Be noticed his distress.


    She quickly asked, “What’s wrong? You’re looking very pale.


    Are you feeling okay?”


    Kristian, struggling to maintain hisposure, seized the opportunity to excuse himself.


    “I think I’m just exhausted today.


    I really don’t feel well.


    ”


    Be, concerned, urged, “Why don’t you go to your room and rest?”


    Kristian hurried to his room, where memories he thought buried forever began to resurface.


    He had always believed those recollections would remain hidden deep within him.


    Growing up in a humble background, he had fallen for Be at first sight during their school days.


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    Alissa had always looked down on him.


    Kristian vividly remembered the disdain in her eyes; she had been the one cing barriers between him and Be!


    With this realization, Kristian’s hands clenched into fists, his veins bulging and his expression twisting into one of rage and humiliation.


    A sinister gleam crossed his eyes.


    Years had gone by, yet here was Alissa, re-entering his life, stirring old grudges.


    The name “Ethan”—the identity he had worked hard to shed, a symbol of his past vulnerabilities—-loomed over him like a haunting curse.


    He was determined not to let anything or anyone from his past jeopardize his current status.


    Rising from his bed, Kristian dialed his subordinate’s number.


    With a cold, controlled fury, he inquired, “Did you make sure that the information of Ethan Vance is wiped out?”


    In the evening, Ste and Miley made ns to go shopping the next day.


    Hanging up the phone in a good mood, Ste heard Matthew returning to the room.


    He shed his clothes and asked, “Why did Alissa want to see you today?”