A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

“You know, maybe you underestimated me because you think I’m just a kid, and that’s why you lost,” Logan chuckled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I overheard your calls to the Boyd household asking for preparations numerous times. I didn’t expose you because I saw it as an opportunity. An opportunity for my mom and Mr. Boyd to finally cut ties.”

When he had said to Matilda, “Mommy, we’ll be okay soon,” she must have seen that unusual emotion flickering in his eyes.

He had played his part well, masquerading as an innocent child.

Ella had been outwitted by a five–year–old!

Behind the scenes… it was all the work of a child!

She recalled how Logan had deliberately manipulated her with the Boyd family’s guidance. She remembered the odd glint in the little boy’s eyes every time he looked at her!

Ella trembled with rage, “Who are you, really? Impossible–you’re just playing tricks! Yvan won’t believe you!”

Logan let out a soft laugh without responding and headed upstairs. His small frame seemed so youthful, yet his thoughts were far beyond those of a normal child.

Ella’s fingers clenched tightly as she watched Logan ascend the staircase, the murderous intent in her eyes growing stronger.

If that’s the case, this child couldn’t be allowed to remain!

Sensing the vicious gaze behind him, Logan leaned against the door after closing it, slowly curving his lips into a smile as he thought, “Yes, Ella, that’s exactly what I need–your hatred… your desire to see me dead.”

The little boy clutched the phone in his hand, never letting go.

In a soft voice, he said, “Mommy, just wait for me a little longer; I’ll be out to find you soon.”

Matilda had not expected a visit from Willow Simpson.

The pampered heiress was undoubtedly there to play the mediator on behalf of her

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brother Adrian Simpson. As soon as they sat down at the café, Willow fixed her on Matilda and said, “My brother wants you to work at his company. Aren’t your looking for a job these days?” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

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Without a second thought, Matilda replied, “I believe I’ve already declined that offer once before.”

Willow fumed, “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. My brother is just trying to help out of pity for you!”

“Oh, I don’t need his pity,” Matilda ordered a cup of coffee. “Please tell him to keep his condescending sympathy to himself. I won’t keel over without him.”

“You…” Willow struggled to find the words. “stubborn woman!”

Matilda remained silent, offering no denial.

“I don’t see why you’re so resistant to my brother’s help. You’re not doing anything else right now, and our Simpson Group is a major enterprise. What’s wrong with working there and making money? What do you have against money?” Willow couldn’t understand. Her brother was such a catch, dropping hints to Matilda time and again, yet Matilda seemed oblivious. No, it wasn’t that she was oblivious–she chose to ignore it.

“I have nothing against money,” Matilda said bluntly. “I just can’t stand your brother, that’s all.”

Willow was at a loss for words.

This wouldn’t do; her brother Adrian had promised her a new sports car if she could lure Matilda to work at the Simpson Group!

Suppressing the urge to leave, Willow tried another approach, coaxing Matilda, “My brother would just be your boss, and you wouldn’t have to see him often. Taking the job won’t cost you an arm and a leg.”

“Please come work for us,” she thought desperately. Her dream car hinged on Matilda’s decision!