---- Chapter 7 "Farrell, Royce Farrell," Candice repeated softly. " Bianca, he's born with a silver spoon. Heck, I would say he's born with a golden spoon! We're going all out just to get the company listed, but we have to bet everything on him in the end. Radar Finance? That's just a toy his family gave him to play with." Royce Farrell... CEO of Radar Finance and heir to the world's most mysterious, family-owned financial empire. The Farrells controlled core investments in the North and South Grand Continents, with investments spanning military, energy, and healthcare sectors. Royce Farrell was born into privilege, but he had always been discreet and reserved. He had never stepped into the spotlight-not even once. I sat by the window, looking out over the city at night, thinking about Royce's name. It felt strangely familiar. "Oh, right, have you set a date for your wedding? I want a paper invitation... Don't you dare send mea digital one," Candice teased. ---- Thad a faint smile on my face. "It's set for next week. Don't worry, you'll definitely get a paper invite." After I hung up, I called Lars. I didn't expect him to pick up, but to my surprise, he did. "You've been calling me repeatedly. What's going on? "JT just wanted to ask why you haven't been to the office these past few days. What have you been busy with?" I asked. "You didn't know what I'm busy with?" His tone was mocking. "Tf I knew, I wouldn't be asking." "Then why did you have someone throw paint at Pearl's house? She's terrified! She's always been timid, and now she can't even eat!" he roared; his voice was full of accusation. I closed my eyes, holding back the pain in my stomach. "She said I did it? And you just believed her? " "She wouldn't lie," he answered. ---- Pearl wouldn't lie, he said. In his eyes, I was the vicious villainess. In an exhausted tone, Lars went on, "Look, can you just stop giving me trouble? Take care of things at the company for me. Pearl's not stable now. She needs someone to accompany her." I tooka sip of warm water. "I can't make it. Gastric." Lars was silent for a couple of seconds, as if he was fighting back anger. "How many years have you had this gastric problem? Can't you just tough it out? Do you think I'd ask if I wasn't desperate?!" To that, I said nothing. Lars then snapped coldly, "Forget it, I'll handle it myself." "Wait," I stopped him. "Are you coming home tonight?" He hesitated for a moment before his voice turned icy. "Bianca, are you really going to act up right when Pearl needs me most?" His words hit where it hurt the most. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!