Chapter 462

The afternoon sun cast golden rays through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Liam Blackwood instructed Sebastian Montgomery to escort Margaret Sinclair to one of his private villas. His voice was low, commanding secrecy.

Margaret’s breath caught as she stepped inside the opulent three-story villa. Though her family was far from poor, this level of luxury was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. Over the years, she had meticulously built her fortune—charity work, We-Media endorsements, shrewd investments.

But the truth behind her philanthropy was far less noble.

The children and elderly she "saved" were quietly transferred to a welfare home. She had struck a deal with the staff—funding in exchange for silence. She didn’t care how they were treated.

Her livestreams brought in staggering revenue, and the company still owed her a hefty compensation. Yet, even with her wealth, owning a villa like this in downtown Newport was impossible.

In the car, she had pretended to sleep, eavesdropping as Sebastian spoke to Liam. Their conversation was laced with mentions of asset management, high-society galas, and exclusive banquets. Liam wasn’t just wealthy—he moved in circles she desperately wanted to enter.

Liam gestured toward the first-floor guest rooms. "Pick one. But you leave before I come down tomorrow." His tone left no room for argument.

Margaret’s lips twitched in disappointment, but she nodded. "Of course."

The moment Liam disappeared upstairs, she abandoned all pretense of rest. The villa, though not sprawling, was staffed with discreet servants. After a calculated pause, she approached one.

"Excuse me, where’s the kitchen?"

Minutes later, she set up her livestream, the marble countertops gleaming under the soft lighting. "Hello, darlings," she cooed, her voice trembling just enough to sound vulnerable. "I couldn’t eat earlier—I was too upset. But now, I’m cooking… not just for myself, but for the man who saved me today."

Comments flooded in, a mix of sympathy and curiosity.

"Jenny, where are you? That kitchen looks insane!"

She had been waiting for this. A delicate blush colored her cheeks. "This is his home. If he hadn’t stepped in… I don’t even want to think about what might’ve happened."

"Did those corporate bullies hurt you again?"

"You missed a meal? That’s awful!"

"Why can’t people just be kind? After everything you do!"

Some fans had already forgotten the restaurant incident. Others remained skeptical.

But Margaret didn’t care.

She had exactly what she wanted—attention, sympathy, and most importantly, a foot in Liam Blackwood’s world.