They say a cautious sailor navigates a thousand-year-old boat, she’s already been very careful, so how did she still capsize? How did Mrs. Kingston find out? And why would she investigate something from seven years ago? Does Justin Kingston know about this? Thinking about the last question, she felt another wave of fear wash over her. Kingston Group, in the CEO’s office. Finn Morgan was not present; Justin Kingston was sitting in the office chair, a video conference was in progress, and the professionals on the computer screen were all from the Nethria branch. He fiddled with a keychain in his hand, his indulgent gaze occasionally falling on the cartoon girl he held. "We can consider developing jewelry priced under a hundred thousand. What’s the core of the design?" his deep, magnetic voice conveyed his viewpoint, "The core is to appeal to consumers, and in this world, the wealthy are just a minority." The executives participating in the video call all agreed with his view. "I hope the Motherly Love series will be the first product you launch; you can send over the design drafts by then." The video conference ended. Justin Kingston just opened a webpage and immediately saw news about himself. The matter of him and Mia designing a ring for Alice had hit the trending searches. The photos were taken so perfectly; her figure was serene and elegant, her sweet smile captivating, like a radiant sun goddess. Even the netizens gave unanimous praise, full of envious voices below. She’s been on a plane for so long, what is she up to? Has she rested well? Justin Kingston closed the webpage, picked up his phone to call her, only to find out it was turned off. Had the battery run out? Or was she sleeping? Justin Kingston didn’t disturb her, thinking he’d buy her a small cake when he got back later. Clearwater Bay, inside the solemn vintage villa. The marble floor was so shiny that it reflected images, and the luxurious crystal chandelier cast a ghostly light. Inside the imported custom-brand walk-in closet, Kristina Kingston slowly surveyed these young women’s clothes with tags still on, all moved from Emerald Cove. She originally planned to dispose of them all, but now she decided to keep them. "Mary, lock this door, and keep the key safe," she instructed calmly. The girl with two braids behind her bowed respectfully, "Yes." After Kristina Kingston exited the closet, Mary locked the door and accompanied her to the empty medical research room. The research equipment had been taken away by Ian Shelby, but it seemed as if Mia’s busy figure could still be seen inside. One couldn’t tell what Madam was thinking as she stayed for about half an hour. Downstairs, Mary accompanied her into the kitchen again. Her eyes slowly scanned as if searching for something. After a while, Mary suddenly spoke, "Madam, are you missing Madam?" Kristina Kingston turned her eyes, "No." A flash of displeasure passed through her eyes. "..." Mary had to obediently shut her mouth, though she had many things she wanted to say. But Kristina Kingston’s heart was no longer calm; when she entered the living room, Mary was still behind her. Sitting on the sofa, Mary quickly poured her a cup of tea and handed it over. Kristina Kingston took the cup of tea and drank a sip, "Do you have something to say?" Mary pressed her lips and lightly clenched her fist at her side, speaking out all at once, "I think Ms. Usher is awful! She doesn’t deserve Mr. Kingston at all!" Kristina Kingston was surprised, looking up at her, "..." Mary dared not meet her gaze, speaking on her own, "I heard your conversation with her in the yard just now! She’s harming you! She’s only pretending to love Mr. Kingston! She can’t even love everything about him! What love does she talk about?" Love everything about? This phrase... Mia had also said it to her. Reached the peak of anger, Mary raised her eyes to meet hers, "Madam! You almost became her victim! She completely shattered all your hopes!" Kristina Kingston saw tears in her eyes, feeling unfairness for her, and felt heartache too. "Go away for a bit, let me be alone." She had a headache, drinking several sips of tea. Mary knew Madam was certainly very sad too, "I won’t go, I won’t speak, you think by yourself." She obediently closed her mouth.