Samuel Taylor was so overjoyed, with tears of happiness.

At fifty years old, the middle-aged man’s eyes were wet with emotion because of the painting.

Everyone around was astonished. Samuel Taylor’s wife had been a master painter. They met in high school, confirmed their relationship in college, married after graduation, and while Samuel Taylor was busy with business, his wife devoted herself to painting. Tragically, she had passed away in a car accident.

Seeing her father’s eyes welled up, Raegan couldn’t hold back her own tears either.

The painting was the last piece her mother had created before she passed away. It had been sold to a collector. When the accident happened, her mother’s works became more valuable due to their rarity. The collector auctioned off the painting.

Samuel Taylor had always been searching for his wife’s works, and his inability to buy this painting, Dora and the Kitten, at the auction had always been a deep regret for him.

Raegan held her father’s trembling hand and choked up,

"Dad, I bought Mom’s painting back. It’s your birthday gift. Do you like it?"

"I love it, I love it. I’m going crazy with happiness. My sweetheart, don’t cry. Your mother hated seeing you cry."

As Samuel Taylor spoke, he wiped his daughter’s tears while his own eyes were red and swollen.

The scene touched everyone, not just because of the expensive gift, but also because of the love behind it.

However, two people remained indifferent—Emily and Sophia.

Emily gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with anger as she stared at the painting.

Samuel Taylor had nearly forgotten his late wife after the past two years. Now, with Raegan’s gift, he would likely dwell on past memories of his late wife for a long time. This would delay Emily’s and Sophia’s goal of becoming the matriarch of Taylor Group.

‘All of this was Raegan’s fault’.

After the emotional moment, Samuel Taylor remembered something important, "Raegan, this painting must have cost a lot."

Raegan kept the exact amount confidential, "Dad, don’t worry. Mitchel gave me enough money."

Using her husband’s money was perfectly fine.

Samuel Taylor, smiling and playfully tapping his daughter’s nose, said, "You’re cheeky."

"Alright, Dad, let’s hang mom’s painting up. How about hanging it in the study room?"

"Okay, let’s put it in the study."

At HX Group, a tall man was adjusting his cufflinks in front of the mirror. The steel watch on his wrist reflected his deep-set eyes.

His phone buzzed on the table.

He picked it up and glanced at the message:

"Sir, your XXXX black card was consumed 1 billion on July 3, 20XX."

The man’s eyes darkened as he saw the card number. Special Assistant Ken felt an icy chill as if a storm of coldness was surrounding him.

The man’s eyes narrowed in anger as he recognized the card number—this was the secondary card he had given to Raegan.

Was she planning to cash out and elope with James?

He didn’t care if she spent a billion. But if she was supporting another man with his money, she was playing with fire.

The phone buzzed again with a message from the butler, Mr. Ford.

‘Humph, wanna flee away?’

The man didn’t bother reading it, his movements precise and elegant as he adjusted his cufflinks. Before entering the elevator, he coldly instructed, "Make sure the Anderson Group is thought a lesson."

Ken nodded respectfully, "Yes, boss."

At Taylor Group family home, it was almost dark when the four men in black hung the painting in the study. After dinner, everyone was relaxing and chatting in the garden.

Raegan thought that if Mitchel Johnson was done with his meeting with clients, he would still have time to call and wish her father a happy birthday. Even if he was busy, he could find a moment to say it on the phone.

She walked to a quieter spot to call him, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a white figure approaching.

It was James.

In her previous life, James was a popular figure at Han City University—handsome, good at basketball, a gamer, and the president of the fraternity. He was a bad boy who made her ignore a billionaire like Mitchel Johnson, but now she finds it absurd that she was infatuated with this scoundrel.

Thinking of how this man had betrayed her, colluded with Emily to take everything from her, and eventually thrown her into the sea to feed the fish, Raegan felt a surge of rage and wanted to beat him up.

This was the backyard, and her father had strictly forbidden anyone from coming in through here.

James must have been brought in by Emily.

Raegan quickened her pace, but suddenly, she was pulled into the shadow of the bushes by an arm.

"Ah…"

Raegan screamed loudly to attract the attention of people in the garden. Soon, someone came running over.

"Who’s there?"

"Raegan, is that you?"

Hearing the approaching footsteps, James Anderson panicked, "What are you shouting for? It’s me."

Raegan shouted, "Pervert! Help! Dad, save me!"

James thought she didn’t recognize him and tried to cover her mouth. He felt a sharp pain as Raegan bit his hand fiercely, making him cry out in pain and release her.

Raegan jumped aside and kicked him hard in the shadows.

In her previous life, when she was still planning to divorce Mitchel Johnson, she had learned Taekwondo. Compared to Mitchel, her skills were like scratching an itch, but now, taking on James Anderson felt exhilarating:

"Dirty pervert… help! Dad, someone is assaulting me."

James screamed in the bushes, trying to get her attention, but Raegan only stopped screaming when her father and others arrived. Raegan pretended to have just realized it was James:

"James? What are you doing here? I thought it was a pervert. You scared me! Are you alright?"

"You don’t have to sneak around to see Emily. I thought we had an intruder."