After Ann finished speaking, she ended the video call.

The moment her video went live, her comment section exploded.

[Even though we can't see Victoria's face, I can just tell she's gorgeous.]

[Wait, what?! The freeloading leech is actually Victoria's cousin?]

[Honey, you really shouldn't hang out with that cousin anymore.]

[Victoria, sweetheart, you treat her like family, but clearly she never saw you that way. She just wants to use you to get famous online.]

[Ugh, cousins like this are the worst. No sense of boundaries whatsoever.]

[That cousin is absolutely disgusting!]

[Aaah, Victoria's voice is so sweet! She must be beautiful too.]

[What kind of cousin is this? Posting photos of Victoria's back and claiming it's her

own, then refusing to admit it even after getting caught?]

[Victoria is way too kind. Even after getting stabbed in the back by her own

cousin, she still tries to defend her.]

[Another day, another reason to be disgusted by that leech!]

[Naïve little girl? No ulterior motives? Victoria, wake up! Your cousin is nothing like that—she's just trying to ride your coattails to internet fame!]

Ann scrolled through the comments, a satisfied smirk playing at her lips. Who would have thought that little country bumpkin Caitlin would finally get what she deserved?

Online hate was like a snowball.

It only got bigger and bigger as it rolled.

The moment Caitlin stole those photos, her fate was sealed.

Ann would make sure Caitlin's reputation was ruined in the Capital.

She'd be kicked out of the Gonzales family for good.

As she thought about it, a cold, vicious glint flashed in Ann's eyes.

Meanwhile, Caitlin had no idea a storm was raging online.

She'd just left the Gonzales Holdings research lab and was looking for somewhere to grab dinner.

The weather in the Capital had warmed up a bit these past few days, so she'd thrown on a cozy knit sweater under a black coat before beading out.

On anyone else, the coat was just plain black-on her, it was radiant.

She was so bright and striking that even the simplest black seemed to become high fashion.

Standing on the bridge above, Hargrove White spotted her in the crowd below with just one glance and couldn't look away.

Gordon Sylvester was a few steps ahead.

After walking several paces without Hargrove catching up, he turned and frowned slightly. "What are you staring at?"

It was as if Hargrove's soul had flown out of him.

Still fixated on Caitlin, Hargrove murmured, "Sir, look over there an angel."

An angel? In this world? Please.

Gordon shot him a look that was all exasperation—anyone else might think Hargrove had never seen a woman before.

But when Gordon followed his gaze-

He froze, too.

She really did look like an angel.

There she was, just a girl in a simple

black wool coat, yet she stood out

so completely stunning,

breathtaking, absolutely

novel

mesmerizing.

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It took Gordon a long moment to tear his eyes away. He glanced at Hargrove and

said curtly, "Stop staring."

Just three words.

Delivered in a calm, soft tone, yet they made Hargrove's heart skip.

What was that about?

He'd only looked at a beautiful woman for a couple of seconds. Why did it feel like Gordon's whole attitude toward him had changed?

Had he imagined it?

Hargrove swallowed nervously. "Is something wrong, sir?"

Since when was it a crime to admire a beautiful woman?

Gordon's lips curled slightly as he replied, "You could stand here and stare at her all day, but she'll never be yours. But if you spent that time reading a book, the knowledge would be yours There's nothing more valuable than learning remember that."