The skepticism in Melissa’s eyes was nothing new to Helena.
Without hesitation, he reached into the neckline of his shirt.
"No problem, I’ll show you proof."
From behind the windshield, the long-haired man watching this scene twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Boss Rogan really had... no sense of restraint.
Thankfully, no one else was around.
Otherwise, seeing such a stunning beauty make such a bold move would’ve shattered all sense of decency.
Melissa was startled by the sudden display and immediately clapped a hand over Vicente’s eyes.
Vicente: "..." As if there was anything worth seeing.
A wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Melissa, it was all fake."
Melissa didn’t argue with Vicente’s words. Because Helena had already removed the disguise placed before them.
The towering, undulating peaks instantly flattened into an unbroken plain, without even the slightest rise.
"Miss Taylor, care to feel for yourself?"
Helena grinned at Melissa, his eyes playful.
Before she could respond, Vicente’s sharp gaze swept over like an icy blade.
Helena shrugged and casually tossed the object in his hand into a nearby trash bin.
Vicente turned back to Melissa, who was still frozen in shock, and his expression softened once more.
"Melissa, do you believe me now?"
At this point, she had no choice but to accept the truth.
The person who had driven her to drink away her jealousy and shed pointless tears... was really a man.
"But... Mr. Rogan, why was he dressed like that?"
She had misunderstood him so badly.
"Just trying to make ends meet.
No other choice," Helena said with a chuckle, leaning casually against the car door.
"Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, I suppose my job here is done?"
Vicente shot him a cool glance.
"My driver will take you back."
"Got it," Helena replied, flashing Melissa a warm smile.
"See you next time, Miss Taylor."
Melissa nodded sheepishly, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
Without another word, Helena climbed into the car behind them.
The passenger door clicked shut again, sealing the two of them in silence.
"I... I misjudged you," Melissa murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
She kept her gaze downcast, knowing full well she was in the wrong.
Vicente’s lips curved into a smirk.
"I didn’t catch that."
Melissa knew she was in the wrong.
She bit her lip and lifted her gaze to meet his.
"I said, sorr—" Her unfinished words were swallowed by a deep, passionate kiss.
Vincent didn’t want her apology.
The fact that she was jealous of him thrilled him beyond measure.
With one arm wrapped firmly around Melissa’s slender waist, pulling her flush against him, Vicente cradled the back of her head with his other hand, drinking in her scent like a man starved.
Love bloomed in the space between their mingled breaths, spreading like wildfire.
Meanwhile, at the Mega family estate.
Mrs. Mega jolted upright in bed, her eyes wide and unseeing as she stared into the empty darkness before her, the horrifying scenes from her nightmare still playing vividly in her mind.
Her silk nightgown clung to her skin, soaked through with cold sweat.
"What’s wrong? What happened?"
Mr. Mega, who had just fallen asleep, jolted awake at the scream and sat up abruptly.
The sight of his wife’s rigid silhouette in the dimness startled him again, and he fumbled to switch on the bedside lamp.
The moment he saw her clearly, he exhaled in relief, pressing his fingers to his temples before speaking wearily.
Have we had enough drama today?"
"I dreamed of Antonio," Mrs. Mega murmured, ignoring her husband’s words.
Her tear-filled eyes remained fixed on the empty air as she whispered, "I saw him covered in blood, struggling in the flames...
Our son begged me to save him, to go to him..."
At the mention of their son’s name, Mr. Mega’s face twisted with grief and resignation.
"Sweetheart.. our child is gone..."
The forensics team had identified Antonio’s remains among the charred wreckage—shattering the last sliver of hope they had clung to.
"Antonio was murdered!
Antonio was murdered!!"
Mrs. Mega suddenly turned around, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at her husband.
"We have to avenge him—we can’t let that bastard Stephen or that little bitch Camilla get away with this!!"
It was because of that wretched girl that Antonio had abruptly canceled his meetings and gone to the villa, only to be killed there.
No matter what role she played in this, she would pay for it!!
Under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Mrs. Mega’s usually well-maintained face twisted into a grotesque mask of fury, sending a chill down the spine.
"As for Stephen, Mother already has a plan in motion," Mr. Mega leaned back against the headboard, lighting a cigarette.
His eyes, shrouded in smoke, darkened with malice. "But that woman... her background isn’t simple.
Even if we knew where she was, we couldn’t act recklessly—not yet."
Mr. Mega narrowed his eyes, his voice heavy with caution.
"Right now, the most important thing is the royal charity gala in three days."
With Antonio dead and the Mega family’s business dealings sabotaged at every turn, the entire corporation was teetering on the edge of chaos.
If they didn’t seize this opportunity to strengthen their alliances and secure their position, disaster would be inevitable.
Her son had been killed by that woman, and she was supposed to just endure it?
Mrs. Mega remained silent.
Her hands, resting on the quilt, clenched into fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, yet she seemed oblivious to the pain.
Her downcast eyes shimmered with a venomous glint that sent chills down the spine.
Seeing his wife’s silence, Mr. Mega grew even more agitated.
Talking to you is a waste of breath.
You’re no help at all."
Mr. Mega grabbed his cigarettes and got out of bed, heading toward the door.
"I’ve got a lot to deal with tomorrow.
I’ll sleep in the guest room."
Madam Mega didn’t respond, her vacant gaze fixed on the empty air before her.
After what felt like an eternity, her eyes suddenly sharpened with a calculated gleam.
Moving soundlessly, she slipped out of the room and into the Mega family study.