A week later, invitations went out for another family gathering — this time celebrating Old Mr. Samson's recovery. Jenna didn't want to attend, but Richard insisted.
That night, she wore a dress Richard's mother had chosen, elegant and modest. Everything seemed calm — until Diana arrived again, eyes gleaming with venom.
When Richard stepped out for a phone call, Diana seized the moment. "You think he'll ever love you? You're just a temporary amusement. When your contract ends, so will your place here."
Jenna clenched her fists. "At least I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not."
Diana laughed. "Oh, sweetheart, you'll learn — pretending is the only way to survive here."
Richard returned just in time to hear Diana's next words.
"Richard, tell her the truth — tell her she means nothing."
For reasons he couldn't explain, Richard froze. The room fell silent.
Jenna's eyes shimmered with hurt. She whispered, "You don't have to. I already know."
She turned and walked away before he could say another word.
As she disappeared through the golden doors, Richard felt something he hadn't in years — panic.
For the first time, the ruthless CEO realized what he was about to lose.