A lump formed in Estelle Lockwood’s throat. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Liam Sloan’s expression change.
"Th-th-that’s not what I meant, Bro! I’m not saying you can’t perform, but that was just too fast—no, I don’t mean *you’re* fast, I just mean, uh... Oh, oh! You’re already changed! Bro, you’re a beast!"
Estelle Lockwood: "..."
Estelle Lockwood: "??"
Nathaniel Sloan shot him a look, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips, and asked casually, "How long were you abroad?"
Liam Sloan replied, bewildered, "Huh? I came back home for a visit two years ago, then I left again right after. So, I guess about two years."
Nathaniel Sloan gave a slight nod. "I see. So it’s been two years since I last beat you up."
Liam Sloan: "?" ’Wait, what does my brother mean? I was clearly complimenting him!’
Estelle Lockwood took a deep breath, pushed Nathaniel Sloan away, and walked out quickly.
Although her steps were steady and her spine was straight, her retreating figure still betrayed a hint of her fleeing in a panic.
The young man who had come to the lounge earlier had long since made his escape. In an instant, only Nathaniel Sloan and Liam Sloan remained at the doorway.
Liam Sloan said sympathetically, "Bro, I get the feeling she’s not happy. Your technique isn’t actually a problem, is it...?"
"A man has to pay attention to... that side of things. Don’t think you can hold onto a woman’s heart just because you’re rich, handsome, tall, and have an eight-pack. In reality... Hey, I’m not done talking! Bro, are you even going to listen to my love advice manual?!"
...
Back at the banquet, Iris Sloan came over to ask a few questions. Estelle Lockwood didn’t tell her that the gown had been tampered with, only saying that she had accidentally ripped it herself.
Her gaze swept across the room, and she spotted Noelle Lockwood.
The figure in the surveillance footage clearly didn’t look much like Noelle Lockwood from behind.
Noelle was a bit shorter than her, and the figure in the footage was almost identical to her own, as if someone had intentionally disguised themself to match her exact build.
Estelle Lockwood mentally ran through everyone she knew, but couldn’t place the woman...
It was strange. A woman with a build so similar to her own had appeared out of nowhere, and she had no clue who it was. It felt as if someone was watching her every move from the shadows.
’Who could it be...?’
"Everyone, thank you for attending the Sloan Group’s banquet."
Suddenly, the lights brightened. Old Mr. Sloan walked slowly to the center of the room and picked up a microphone, clearly overjoyed that Iris Sloan had returned to the country.
"From now on, Iris will be developing her career back home. Today is not only her welcome-home party but also her birthday. As her father, I thank you all on her behalf."
Iris Sloan was over forty, but in Old Mr. Sloan’s eyes, she was still his most beloved little girl.
Iris Sloan’s return signaled a shift in the Sloan family’s power dynamics. Ethan Sloan, the Family Head, already held less real power than his own son; now, it seemed he would have to share what he had with his younger sister.
Laura Jennings’s face contorted with rage, but there was nothing she could do.
’Damn that Iris Sloan! She went abroad five years ago, so why did she have to come back?’
Five years ago, Iris Sloan had been so heartbroken by Estelle Lockwood’s death that she’d chosen to go abroad. Laura Jennings had been able to act brazenly for quite a while after that. Now that Iris was back, Laura was naturally the one who hated her return the most!
Since it was Iris Sloan’s birthday, everyone naturally presented her with gifts.
Just then, the butler walked in holding a long gift that looked like a scroll. It must have been missed earlier, which was why it was only being brought in now.
Iris Sloan immediately saw the name on the gift—
To avoid mix-ups, gift-givers would write their names on their presents.

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