Molly's fingers brushed her nose as she stole a glance at Miles.
His cold gaze was locked on her, a half-smile playing on his lips—dangerous and unsettling.
She hadn't asked for his money. His mother was the one insisting!
"My father saved those people because he wanted to. If it had been anyone else in danger, he would have done the same. As for the debt—I think it's already been repaid."
Her father had been a talented jewelry designer who ran a successful fashion company.
After his death, the company fell into chaos and was gradually carved up by others.
It was Mr. Vance who bought the worthless shell and folded it into the Vance Group, holding it in trust until she was old enough to take over.
Two months ago, the company had been placed in her hands.
Mrs. Vance wouldn't accept that as her only settlement. She also gave Molly the trading company at The Industrial Park, plus an entire block of storefronts in Harbor City's prime district. Mr. Vance hadn't been stingy either—he'd given her three percent of the Vance Group shares.
In short, this one divorce had made her a very wealthy woman.
Mrs. Vance told the lawyer to handle everything immediately. Then she turned and saw her son still staring at Molly. She kicked him. "Do you agree or not?"
Miles lounged with his arms draped casually over the sofa, looking effortlessly relaxed. "It's your money. Not my business."
Satisfied with his attitude, Mrs. Vance sent Molly upstairs to fetch a jewelry box from her room.
Once she was gone, Mrs. Vance turned to her son. "Beautiful, isn't she? Absolutely gorgeous. It's not too late to regret this, you know."
"What would I regret? I just noticed she has a mole on the tip of her nose."
"Oh? One little mole and you can't look away?" She snorted. "Keep pretending. You think I don't know you? I pushed you out of my own body."
Molly was undeniably beautiful. Her hair, which had been pinned up earlier, now cascaded over her shoulders like dark seaweed.
Her skin was porcelain-pale, her features exquisitely delicate. Sitting in the passenger seat, she dabbed concealer over the tiny mole on the tip of her nose, then applied a bold red lipstick. The effect was striking—elegant yet commanding.
Miles glanced over. "Why cover it up?"
It took Molly a moment to realize he meant the mole.
"It's too cutesy."