Alfred's deep-set eyes flickered with a hint of coolness. "Bring her over."

He hung up the phone.

Alfred casually settled onto the black, elegant sofa. His refined demeanor made even his casual posture seem like a picture-perfect scene.

The events of that night replayed in his mind, scene by scene.

Though he had been drugged, he...

Remembered the sensation.

It was hard to tell whether it was the drug’s effect or the stirring of desire, but he could barely control himself.

He had gripped her slender waist, nearly as delicate as a hand’s span.

He had reduced her to a hoarse cry.

He had given her one encounter after another.

"Uncle!"

A voice shattered his reverie.

Alfred pulled his thoughts back and looked at Belle.

Belle had piled the supplements onto the coffee table.

With polite words, she said, "Uncle, I bought a few things. Please accept them."

Having said that, Belle prepared to take her leave.

Alfred said, "Wait a moment. Ian will arrive in a few minutes. Let him take you out."

Belle, "…"

Indeed.

Once was enough for such an embarrassing incident of being chased by a dog.

She obediently replied with a "Yes."

Then she quietly sat down on the single sofa beside her.

The waiting time felt incredibly long.

Especially when in the company of someone like Alfred.

Belle sat upright, her back straight like a student attending class.

Ian soon entered with Evelyn.

The moment Belle saw Evelyn, her eyes flashed with a harsh light, and she clenched her hands tightly.

Evelyn had not expected to run into Belle here.

After a moment of shock, she relaxed.

That night.

She had seen Belle, disheveled, running out of Alfred’s room from the shadows.

Then.

She had thrown her limited edition bracelet at the door of Alfred's room.

The next day, she searched for the bracelet online.

And Ian.

Had found her because of this bracelet.

In that moment.

Evelyn knew her luck had arrived.

Her fate would be dramatically changed.

She was about to soar to new heights!

She was also certain that Belle would not dare to speak out.

Otherwise, she would face a fate worse than death.

The Shaw family would never allow such a scandal as Mr. Shaw sleeping with his own niece-in-law to be exposed.

And the easiest person to cover up this matter was naturally Belle.

With this in mind, Evelyn relaxed further, maintaining a positive attitude. “S... Mr. Shaw, you wanted to see me…”

Alfred glanced at Ian.

The latter, like a shrewd individual, quickly ushered Belle out.

Just as they were about to leave, Belle heard Alfred's deep, husky voice, "I will give you an explanation about that night. Whatever you want, you may ask."

Belle froze in place.

Her heart sank with fear.

Evelyn had impersonated her from that night!

Belle gritted her teeth, how dared she!

Ian noticed Belle’s distress and thought she was probing into Mr. Shaw’s private matters. He immediately said, "Young madam, please follow me."

Belle had no choice but to leave.

In the elegantly decorated, understatedly luxurious living room.

Evelyn cautiously began, "Mr. Shaw, that night was my first time."

As she spoke, her face turned red.

The young girl seemed shy.

Such matters were not to be brought up.

Thinking of that night, Alfred’s expression momentarily faltered. He nodded slightly, "I understand."

Her... that place,

so small,

so tight.

Her performance was

so inexperienced,

so frightened,

naturally inexperienced.

Evelyn, blushing and timid, glanced at Alfred secretly. She demurely said, "Mr. Shaw, I don’t want anything. If possible, I would like to be sent to Shaw family, to learn the business model and corporate culture from you, and then apply it to our company to improve its overall business level and capability."

This...

Was something Alfred had not anticipated.

He looked at Evelyn with a hint of approval, "Alright, I agree."

Evelyn was overjoyed.

She hurriedly stood up.

Bowing to Alfred, she said, "Thank you, Mr. Shaw. Thank you!"

Besides that,

Alfred took the initiative to offer Evelyn some compensation, giving the Heaton family two major projects, which was a tremendous fortune for them.

After a while, Evelyn, knowing when to leave, departed.

Alfred sat alone on the sofa, his long legs stretched out casually.

His deep-set eyes were dark, focused on one point.

He felt...

Evelyn did not match the woman he remembered from that night.

Yet the same shyness, the same youthful spring...

What was different?

Soon, his gaze fell on the pile of supplements on the coffee table. He glanced at them and saw deer penis, deer antler, and deer blood wine.

Even with his well-bred manners, his lips twitched slightly.

She had probably... gone to the section for middle-aged and elderly men’s supplements.

——

Evelyn's car was intercepted midway.

She saw Belle in the car, smiled, and parked by the roadside.

Both women got out of the car simultaneously.

Evelyn, with a smile that brightened her eyes, crossed her arms, "My dear sister, what’s going on?"

Belle spat disdainfully.

She stepped forward, her gaze icy, "Evelyn, you’ve always had a penchant for impersonation."

Once, she and Evelyn had been the best of friends.

Because Evelyn’s mother, Melanie, and her own mother, Ivy, were also the closest of friends.

Years ago, after Melanie divorced her husband and was cast out of her home, she and her daughter were left homeless.

Ivy, with her kind heart, couldn’t bear to see her best friend and her daughter suffering. She offered them a place to stay temporarily.

However,

Melanie took advantage of the situation to seduce her father, John Heaton.

By the time Ivy realized what had happened, they had already moved the assets and successfully shifted the shared company debts from the marriage solely onto Ivy.

Under the double betrayal and blow, Ivy went mad.

Meanwhile, John and Melanie used the siphoned assets to start a small, thriving company.

To please John, Melanie even changed her daughter’s surname to Heaton.

Later, they had a son, and John outright stopped Belle’s child support payments.

During the hardest times,

Belle had to survive on instant noodles, eating three meals a day.

She loathed them all.

Evelyn pursed her lips, laughing heartily, "I’m the one impersonating you. What can you do about it? Are you going to report me? Are you going to tell Alfred that it was you who climbed into his bed that night? Do you think the Shaw family will still let you live?

Belle, I know you have pride and stubbornness, but don’t you think about your grandmother and your mad mother? If something happens to you, not to mention the high medical bills for your mother in the nursing home, even their daily needs will be an issue.

From now on, let’s keep our distance. You do your young madam role, and I’ll pursue my Mrs. Shaw role. That’s your best choice."

Smack!

Belle slapped her across the face.

Evelyn’s face was turned sideways by the force of the slap.

She raised a hand to cover her left cheek, a glint of hatred flashing in her eyes, "Belle! How dare you hit me?"

Belle laughed mockingly, her eyes filled with scorn, "If you want to hit me, go ahead. Do I need to pick a date for that?"