The gift list from Ethan's banquet was longer than Jenna had imagined.

Luxury cosmetics lined the vanity in perfect rows.

High-end skincare products gleamed under the lights.

Jenna stared at Ethan sleeping soundly on the bed, her brow furrowed.

She couldn't comprehend why this man was being so attentive.

The wall clock ticked past 2 AM.

Yawning, Jenna decided to question him another day.

She twisted open her trusty jar of Dabao cream.

Then she remembered the voice recorder she'd prepared for Milo.

Tiptoeing to the living room, she found it placed conspicuously on the coffee table.

A neatly written sticky note sat beside it.

Back in the bedroom, sleep claimed her quickly.

But Ethan's eyes snapped open in the dark.

His gaze fell on Jenna curled up on the floor.

The expensive skincare set sat untouched on the vanity.

That cheap moisturizer stung his eyes.

A girl in her twenties should be enjoying life.

Yet Jenna had turned herself into a money-making machine.

She'd sacrifice anything for her brother's illness.

Ethan's expression darkened with conflicting emotions.

He'd met countless gold-digging women.

Jenna's devotion to family moved him.

But her sudden closeness to the Roscentes raised suspicions.

Grandma Blanche's favoritism made no sense.

A new label formed in Ethan's mind.

A wolf in sheep's clothing.

He wouldn't be fooled by such a woman.

...

A shrill ringtone shattered the silence.

Jenna fumbled for her phone.

Milo's name flashed on the screen—during school hours.

"Jenna, it's bad."

Panic laced his voice.

Aunt Fiona had stormed into his classroom demanding money.

The voice recorder captured everything.

Police were already at the school.

They needed Jenna to testify immediately.

Adrenaline cleared the sleep from her mind.

She hadn't expected the recorder to be useful so soon.

Fiona's audacity knew no bounds—extorting a student in broad daylight.

"I'm on my way."

Jenna rushed through her morning routine.

No time for lipstick.

Her motorcycle roared to life downstairs.

Morning wind whipped against her cheeks.

Twenty minutes later.

She stood panting at the school gates.