After work, Justin Kingston intentionally brought her a teacup. He didn’t know the significance of this cup, but since she wanted it, he gave it to her. Half an hour later, Clearwater Bay. Mia Lane reached out to take it, examining the teacup closely. On the golden cup was engraved a motto: The harder you work, the luckier you get. "Have you been encouraging yourself with this phrase all these years?" She looked up, her smile bright and sunny as she asked. "Yes, and I always believe in this phrase, that anything can be achieved through hard work." The pearlescent lacquer paired with the brushed finish showcased the teacup’s excellent texture. The base was also very abrasion-resistant, clearly a high-end custom model, worth a fortune. "If you teacup, I can have a brand-new one customized for you." He wanted to give her the best, "After all, I’ve used this one." "No need." She smiled, "I want the one you’ve used, it has your scent!" "Saliva scent, maybe?" he teased, "Didn’t know you had such a fetish?" She laughed along with him, ready to leave, not many things Mia Lane could take with her, just leaving a memento! Perhaps they would never meet again in this lifetime. That night Justin forcibly pulled Mia Lane into the room, Kristina Kingston did not stop, she was just unhappy inside. Early the next morning. Mia Lane got up early, her face tinted with a blush, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. The tomato egg noodles she cooked were something Justin Kingston loved to eat, and each time he could finish a big bowl. She stood at the entrance of the living room, watching the Lamborghini drive away. After Justin left, Kristina Kingston came over to Mia Lane’s side, her voice clear and cold, "Come with me." Mia Lane withdrew her thoughts, turned around, and followed her into the room. Kristina Kingston closed the door, glanced at her faintly, "Come, have a seat." Mia Lane had a premonition, this was the final farewell. They sat across from each other at the window-side sofa, with warm sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling window, dazzlingly bright, as if they were inside a disorienting kaleidoscope. Mia Lane had a moment of daze, steadied her mind, and looked up at the middle-aged woman sitting opposite her. "True love, in fact, is not about helping the other person fulfill a wish." Kristina Kingston looked at her, "But for his good, from the bottom of your heart." But when it comes to love, people have had different definitions since ancient times. For original chapters go to novelFirｅ.net Mia Lane didn’t want to argue because it was meaningless, so she chose silence. Kristina Kingston took out a tablet, removed her white gloves leisurely, and with her hands mostly recovered, she lightly tapped on the screen. "I’m going to show you some videos today, and you’ll understand a lot of things." Her tone was uncharacteristically calm, she opened it and handed the tablet over. Mia Lane leaned forward, took it with both hands, and saw the screen— In a beautifully arranged yard, a birthday party was underway. In the scene were 20 to 30 little companions, and a little girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, in a white princess dress, her confident smile among the crowd was the most dazzling. Mia Lane could immediately recognize her as Monica Usher, a naturally stunning beauty. "Justin, come on! It’s time to blow out the candles!" Her voice was as pleasant as a nightingale’s, waving to a boy drawing not far away. In the video, the boy put down his paintbrush and walked over, he was very young, exuding a shining aura. Justin Kingston and Monica Usher together looked like a perfect match. Kristina Kingston observed her expression, softly speaking, "Monica has been with me since she was 11. She has no parents, she’s an orphan, but possesses an indomitable spirit. She’s obedient and sensible, keen to observe and never complain, such a person is very suitable for survival in the workplace, so I began to cultivate her." Mia Lane turned off the video, gently placed the tablet on the coffee table, and looked up to meet her gaze.