No matter how much I talked, she probably wouldn''t choose to believe me over her "own daughter," Summer.


    I set the juice down on the coffee table and grabbed my bag. "Ms. Taylor, sorry for the intrusion today."


    It wasn''t until Summer left the living room that Be finally let herself rx. A wave of loathing washed over her once again. But as she calmed down, a nagging suspicion gripped her. She picked up her phone and dialed Ivy.


    "Amy, could you do me a favor and dig into something for me? Find out if there was any bad blood between Chloe and Jane two years ago."


    Jane''s demeanor earlier wasn''t that of someone making casual conversation. It felt more like a warning.


    "Sure thing," Ivy responded quickly, her curiosity piqued. "What''s up? Why the sudden interest?"


    "I''m not quite sure yet," Be admitted, then added, "And... when is Jane''s birthday?"


    She couldn''t make sense of it yet, but her instincts told her to look into it.


    Ivy was silent for a moment before replying, "I''ve actually already looked that up. She shares a birthday with Chloe."


    Anyone who might get close to Be, Ivy made a point to do a little background check on them. A little knowledge never hurt.


    Hearing this, Be froze. "The same day?"


    "Yeah."


    Be''s thoughts grew more chaotic. Suddenly she said, "Check which hospital she was born in."


    "She''s from Southhaven, why does it matter?" Ivy asked, puzzled.


    "No," Be shook her head. "Her adoptive parents are from Southhaven, but she was born in Vista Town."


    Be''s tone grew serious. "She''s Victor''s daughter!"


    In the evening, at the Ford Residence, the house was always lively during family dinners.


    Gregory skidded to a stop in his ck Pagani, making a grand entrance at the front door. As he stepped out, the harmonious atmosphere shattered. Everyone''s thoughts were elsewhere.


    Adah Ford was overjoyed, grabbing Gregory by the ear. "You little rascal, finally decided toe home, huh?!"


    "Grandmal" Gregoryughed,


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    Palmer his smile tinged with mockery. "Whether I want toe


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    people want me back is another."


    "What are you talking about?" Klein was displeased. "This is your home. Who would stop you froming back?"


    "Oh?" Gregory raised an eyebrow, turning to Palmer with a casual tone. "Since it''s my home, I suppose it''s no problem if I tell him to leave, right?"


    To those in the know, Gregory had been set up and nearly lost his life, returning home for the first time.in two years. To the uninformed, it was as if he ruled the ce. As always, bold and assertive.


    Palmer adjusted his sses, unfazed. "Bro, we''re all part of the Ford family. Why make things ugly?"


    Gregory didn''t give him the time of day and addressed Klein directly. "If he leaves, I''ll take over the Ford Group''s Al project."


    Meaning, Palmer could take a hike. The Ford family could save billions! To Klein, it was a no-brainer. After all, Palmer was just a bastard child. Disposable.


    Unexpectedly, Klein scoffed. "And what are you going to use to turn it around? Besides, we''ve already found a way to continue with the project." Gregory smirked. "Which is?"


    "We''re partnering with RF Group."


    Palmer chimed in directly, "I suppose Mr. Ferguson from RF would love nothing more than to see you dead right now."


    After all, stealing someone''s wife is no different from pping them in the face, Sessfully stealing their wife is like pping them in the face every single day. Bryant couldn''t possibly swallow that bitter pill.