I'd never been one to sit back and let things happen, so I put on a show.

Leah found me outside a shady clinic, looking haggard and pale.

She stared at me with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Did you really go through with it? Did you terminate the pregnancy?"

I flashed her a grin. "What else? Are you planning to give your fiancé to me?"

She shot me a scornful look. "Dream on."

I wasn't fazed. "Seriously, what do you see in that guy? Besides his pretty face, he's practically useless. As a fellow woman, let me give you a tip. Don't let him fool you. Don't end up like me—conned out of money and affection, then dumped. Why would I want to have a child with a jerk like him?"

Leah eyed me with suspicion. "You really don't know his true identity? No wonder. Otherwise, you'd have gone to great lengths to keep the baby, you idiot."

With that, Leah strutted into the clinic.

Soon after, I got a call from the doctor inside. "Ms. Foster, I've followed your instructions. She didn't suspect anything."

"Good."

I hung up and sent the doctor a generous tip, assuring him that I wouldn't expose the clinic or its doctors who moonlighted there.

At that moment, I received a text message: [Cecilia, Leah has pulled all her people off you.]

I replied: [Thanks for the heads-up.]

[However…]

I said: [Yeah?]

[It seems like there were two groups watching you. Stay cautious.]

Two groups? I couldn't figure out who else I might have offended.

After years in this business, no one was better at tailing or spying than I was.

If anything, the biggest oversight was my ex being a wealthy heir.

I thought, Is he that good at hiding his true self, or am I just that gullible?

For three years, he's used me for everything—food, drink, you name it. The more I think about it, the angrier I become. So he was afraid I'd cling to him once I found out his real identity, huh? Well, Liam, you'd better watch out!

The next morning, I deliberately styled my makeup to look a bit haggard and then headed to the Moore Group headquarters.

With a composed demeanor, I approached the reception desk. "Hello, I'd like to see Mr. Moore."

The charming young lady at the desk asked formally, "Do you have an appointment, miss?"

I immediately handed her my business card. "It was a verbal agreement. I don't suppose Mr. Moore remembers?" I said, glancing down at the card with a hint of a smirk. "I'm Cecilia, a reporter for the Very News."

The young lady sized me up and down politely for a moment before saying, "Please wait a moment."

It was a well-known fact that if a beautiful woman declared an informal appointment with a wealthy heir, nearly always someone would go to check things out. After all, no one wanted to get on the wrong side, especially when it seemed like the man's affections might be involved.

In situations like this, it was just a matter of a quick phone call.

After the young lady received the reply, she seemed surprised. "Mr. Moore invites you to his office, but his fiancée Ms. Wilson is also there."

"Is she?" I said with a smirk. "Then it's even better. I know both of them."

The sound of my high heels clicking on the floor felt almost like torture with every step I took.

I kept mentally cheering myself on, but the frustration and anger were overwhelming.

Envy, resentment, and loneliness surged all at once, making me feel incredibly distressed.

The seamless way he'd moved on made the sweet memories we shared seem like cruel jokes.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing my usual fake smile onto my face just before the elevator doors opened.

To me, they were no longer people but just dollar signs.

When the assistant opened the door, I saw Liam sitting at his desk, looking every bit the urbane professional.

Dressed in a sharp suit and with meticulously styled hair, he radiated that slick city elite vibe. Leah was lounging in front of his desk, gazing at him with affection.

She looked briefly surprised when she saw me; then her tone shifted to one of irritation. "What are you doing here?"

I smiled without replying. It was Liam who spoke up, asking, "Do you two know each other?"

Leah's unease was apparent, and she quickly covered it up with a hint of annoyance. "Not really."

I got straight to the point. "Our newspaper greatly admires Mr. Moore's achievements and would like to request an interview for a feature. I hope you might honor us."

Liam fixed his gaze on me, his eyes steady. "If you, Ms. Foster, are in charge of the entire process, I don't see why I should refuse."