That morning, Cleopatra had just stepped into her office when she sensed something was off. Usually, the room was filled with a peaceful silence—a place where she could start her day undisturbed. But this time, two people were already waiting inside.

Georgina Miller, her pretentious aunt, and Anthony Curse Blake, her arrogant golden boy of a son, were lounging comfortably on the office sofa.


Cleopatra stopped at the doorway, staring at them sharply. What did they want now?

Georgina flashed a sweet yet fake smile, her expression that of a woman bringing good news.

"Dear Cleo, we just need a little help," she said in a gentle voice, but Cleopatra knew there was something deceitful behind her request.


Before Cleopatra could respond, Anthony glanced around the room with arrogant eyes, then leaned back into the expensive sofa as if it belonged to him.

"My father said you have full control now, so why not help your own family?" he said mockingly.


Cleopatra crossed her arms, looking at them with an unreadable expression.

"And what kind of help do you need?"

Georgina placed a hand on her chest as if she were the most pitiful woman in the world. "Ah, dear… just a little attention from my successful niece."

She handed over a file, which turned out to be a credit card application with an absurd limit.

Cleopatra looked at it blankly.

"Don't expect me to let you drain my father's wealth," she replied coldly.

Anthony clicked his tongue. "Tsk, tsk. How ungrateful, Cleo. You're lucky to have inherited that fortune while we got nothing. That should be reason enough for you to share with your family."

Cleopatra frowned, holding back a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, so I'm lucky? No one came to comfort me when I lost my father, but now you both show up to demand your share?"

Georgina continued her act, placing a hand on her chest as if offended. "You know, family is the most important thing. You don't want to see us struggling, do you?"

Cleopatra stood calmly, then pressed both hands against her desk, staring at them with a warning look.

"If you don't get out of my office right now, I will make sure your credit cards are frozen forever."

Anthony and Georgina immediately fell silent, exchanging glances. Georgina finally stood up with an annoyed huff and pulled Anthony out of the room.

"You will regret this, Cleopatra," Georgina said with a thin, threatening smile before shutting the door behind her.

Cleopatra simply let out a slow breath. She knew this wasn't over.

After the incident, Cleopatra called Peter and asked him to come to her office.

When Peter entered, his expression turned serious as soon as he saw that Cleopatra was still visibly angry.

"I want you to find out who is behind the mysterious messages that keep bothering me," Cleopatra said without preamble.

Peter nodded. "I can investigate, but this won't be easy. We need broader access to trace the source of those messages."

Before Cleopatra could respond, her office door swung open again.

Louis walked in without permission.

"I can help you," he said, surprising both Cleopatra and Peter.

Cleopatra raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you know about this?"

Louis crossed his arms, looking at Cleopatra without hesitation.

"I've suspected something was going on for a while. And I can't just stand by and watch you in danger."

Peter smirked slightly, as if he had expected this to happen.

"Louis has a background in IT," he explained. "He can track the number or whoever is behind the messages."

Cleopatra looked at Louis skeptically, but she knew they didn't have many options.

"Alright," she finally said. "From now on, you two work together to find out who dares to play with my life."

Peter chuckled. "Seriously? I have to work with your fake fiancé?"

Louis shot him a sharp look. "You'd better shut up unless you want to work alone, Peter."

Peter raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I was just joking."

Cleopatra pursed her lips, holding back a small laugh. At least, despite the threats and intrigues surrounding her, the presence of Louis and Peter could ease the tension a little.

Louis and Peter immediately started working together, gathering data on the mysterious sender, analyzing the number patterns, and cross-referencing them with old company records.

Meanwhile, Cleopatra sat at her desk, observing Louis as he worked seriously on his laptop.

For the first time in a long while, she felt a little more at ease.

Not because her problems were solved, but because, this time, she knew she didn't have to face them alone.

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In a luxurious office with dim lighting, Theodore William Blake sat contentedly in his chair, staring at a computer screen displaying the latest media reports.

The headlines flooding various news portals made him smile in triumph.

"Cleopatra Thompson: An Ambitious CEO Manipulating Company Finances to Maintain Her Power?"

"Internal Sources: Cleopatra's Engagement Is Just a Business Strategy!"

Theodore smirked. "Good. This will shake her. She won't get out of this easily."

A man in a black suit sat across from him, detailing how the media was now steering the narrative to paint Cleopatra as nothing more than a cunning woman who would do anything to hold onto her throne.

"I want that news all over the major portals. Make her look like a greedy woman who only cares about money," Theodore ordered with satisfaction.

But he didn't stop there.

He also set up legal traps, investigating every loophole that could be used to sue Cleopatra.

Then, the office door swung open, and Georgina Miller along with her son, Anthony Curse Blake, entered with furious expressions.

"She must fall. There's no place for her in this family," Georgina said venomously.

Anthony simply smirked. "I'm sick of seeing her act like she's the greatest heir. Father shouldn't have left everything to her."

Theodore chuckled. "Don't worry. Soon, everything will go according to plan."

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Meanwhile, in Cleopatra's office, the night grew late.

Louis and Peter were still tirelessly working, tracing the digital footprints that were finally leading somewhere.

After hours of searching, Louis found a breakthrough.

With a serious expression, he printed several pages of documents and immediately walked towards Cleopatra's office.

When he entered, Cleopatra was sitting in her chair, massaging her temples as if trying to relieve a headache.

But as soon as she saw the tension in Louis's expression, she immediately sat up straight.

"I know who sent the messages," Louis said without preamble.

Cleopatra immediately rose from her chair, her eyes burning with fury.

"Who?"

Louis handed her a file, revealing evidence that the mysterious messages came from someone completely unexpected—her father's former servant, who had been fired years ago.

"He had access to some of your family's old documents. I don't know how, but he's been using that information to blackmail you."

Cleopatra stared at the file, her jaw tightening. "Bastard!"

Her hands clenched the document tightly as if she could crush it into dust.

"I will make sure he goes to prison," she said coldly, her eyes blazing with anger.

But Louis noticed something else beneath Cleopatra's rage.

Sadness.

As if she had just suffered another betrayal from someone once within her family's circle.

Louis, who had only intended to deliver the information, unconsciously stepped closer, his voice softer.

"Cleo… are you okay?"

Cleopatra looked at Louis for a moment before lifting her chin with a proud expression.

"Of course. I won't let anyone trample me."

But in her heart, she knew that Louis was different from other men.

After a while, Cleopatra finally took a deep breath, placed the file on her desk, then looked at Louis with a sudden mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You know, Toreto, you're actually quite smart."

Louis raised an eyebrow. "Actually?"

Cleopatra smirked, stepping closer and lightly patting his shoulder.

"I thought you were just a poor guy unlucky enough to get stuck with me. But it turns out, you have a little talent, too."

Louis scoffed. "A little? I just saved you from a threat that could ruin your life."

Cleopatra shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm still deciding whether to give you a raise or just let you stay in my penthouse forever."

Louis narrowed his eyes. "I don't need a raise or a penthouse. I just need one thing."

Cleopatra eyed him suspiciously. "What?"

Louis smirked. "A full day off without having to deal with the chaos of your life."

Cleopatra chuckled. "Keep dreaming. My life is always chaotic. And you, unfortunately, are already trapped in it."

Louis sighed deeply, realizing Cleopatra was right.