Natalie Sullivan stood in the center of the office, hands on her hips, her face flushed with anger.

"Dad! Can you stop meddling in Ethan's love life?"

Victor Sullivan set down his fountain pen with a frown. "Stay out of adult matters."

"I'm twenty-two!" Natalie stamped her foot. "If you keep this up, I'll tell Grandpa!"

Victor's expression darkened. "You wouldn't dare."

"Watch me!" She pulled out her phone, ready to dial.

Victor shot up from his chair and snatched the device from her hands. "Enough!"

Father and daughter glared at each other, tension crackling between them.

Finally, Victor let out a cold snort, grabbed his suit jacket, and strode toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Natalie chased after him.

"Business dinner."

"Liar! Are you meeting that Zoe Riveron again?"

Victor paused mid-step but didn't turn around. "Mind your tone."

As the elevator doors closed, Natalie stomped her foot in frustration.

......

Zoe Riveron was getting a manicure when her phone rang.

"Uncle Victor?"

"Zoe, how's the situation we discussed?"

Her eyes darkened. "It's been handled. Isabella threw the first punch."

"Good." His voice softened slightly. "About Ethan..."

"I understand." A crimson smile curved her lips. "I'll seize the opportunity."

Hanging up, she stared at her still-wet nails and let out a cold laugh.

......

Kyoto Grand Hotel.

Jiang Wenhai raised his phone with a grin. "Victor, isn't this your daughter-in-law?"

Victor's mouth twitched at the image of Sophia Laurent on the screen.

"Remarkable girl," Jiang praised. "Few young people these days have the patience for artifact restoration."

Victor forced a laugh and downed his drink in one gulp.

"Her and Ethan..."

"Divorced." Victor cut him off. "Incompatible personalities."

Jiang shook his head regretfully. "What a shame."

......

One week later.

Sophia's fingers trembled slightly as she stared at the string of zeros on the check.

"This... must be a mistake."

Kyle Grant chuckled. "Mr. Vanderbilt never makes accounting errors."

"But it's too much..."

"You've earned it." His gaze deepened. "Without you, those national treasures might still be buried underground."

Over the phone, Frederick Vanderbilt's hearty laughter rang out: "Don't refuse, my dear!"

Hanging up, Sophia's eyes grew warm.

This was money she'd earned through genuine skill.

Unlike the humiliating divorce settlement, this sum filled her with an unprecedented sense of security.

At the bank counter, she promptly transferred compensation to Jack Anderson's family.

Finally, she hovered over Ethan Sullivan's account details and pressed the transfer button.

One hundred and sixty million.

Not a cent more, not a cent less.