---- Lars came out of his office and tapped her desk. "I'm going to inspect the new place. Are you coming?" "Inspect... What place?" Her voice was hoarse. "Horatio Bay One." She nearly jumped out of her chair. "Yes! Of course I'll go!" Her excitement was obvious, though she tried to hide her pain. Lars didn't look at her. He simply turned and left. Pearl shuffled after him, eyes shining. Horatio Bay One... It was a luxury penthouse on Riverton's west bank, with gorgeous river views, a private elevator, a wine cellar, a top-tier sound system, and floor-to-ceiling windows. Every part of the design echoed Bianca. But now... It was all Pearl's. Wasn't this the taste of victory? Pearl walked in, awestruck. ---- She turned to Lars, smiling. "Lars, when do we move in?" ins Lars cut her off, his voice frosty. "What are you thinking?" She froze, her smile fading. Lars leaned against the window, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable. "This is a wedding gift for Bianca." Pearl couldn't believe her ears. "What... What did you say? But she's marrying someone else!" He glared at her. "Pearl, let me make this clear. This place is meant for her. And you..."" He sneered. "Get out. Go where you're meant to be!"