I stared at Cynthia's pale reflection in the mirror and spoke slowly. "Robin doesn't care which one of us he marries.

"He just wants to use marriage as a cover for an accidental death. That way, he'll receive the Powell family's shares, no matter who inherits them. So, we're basically sacrificial lambs."

Cynthia took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke. "It doesn't matter which of us is the better choice. In the end, Robin is just going to slaughter us both."

"Exactly." I walked to the window and looked down at the well-maintained garden below.

"Cynthia, we've fought for two lifetimes. You're not an idiot. What do you plan to do?" I asked coldly.

"My dear sister." This was the first time she had called me her sister and actually meant it.

"I don't want the shares anymore, and I'm done fighting for the inheritance. However, I can't let this go. That bastard wants to kill us. We need to make him bleed for all the hurt he has caused us."

I held out my hand. "Deal."

In our previous lives, we were always the ones groveling for Robin Wright's attention. This time, however, Robin showed up in person.

He arrived with a team of bodyguards and expensive gifts such as wild truffles and caviar. His gifts had filled the Powell living room to the brim.

With his gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose, Robin looked sophisticated, elegant, and completely harmless. However, he was secretly a monster.

Robin tapped his long, slender fingers gently against the table and said warmly, "It seems like both Kathy and Cynthia are feeling shy.

"But the Wright family takes tradition seriously. When we find a destined match, we do not intend to let it slip away."

Dad looked at the gifts, then turned to glare at us. "Look how generous Robin is. And look at the two of you! You're making excuses for such a perfect marriage. Are you two trying to be difficult?"

"Please don't say that, Mr. Powell." Robin glanced at Cynthia and me and smiled.

"The ladies are younger than I am. It's only natural for them to have reservations. However, the Wright family has businesses across the globe.

"I have no interest in the Powell family's shares or assets. I value your daughters' impeccable character. The fortune-tellers have confirmed that our horoscopes are a perfect match. Our union will help ensure the Wright family continues to prosper."

Dad nodded, absolutely delighted. "Mr. Wright, you're right. My daughters are just naive and inexperienced."

Cynthia and I exchanged a quick look, both of us more confused than ever. If Robin wasn't after our fortune, then what was he after?

If he didn't care about our wealth, why did he add poison to my custard pudding in the first life? Why did he stage a car accident to burn Cynthia alive?

Murder was an expensive and risky task. There had to be a motive for the heir of the richest family in the city to go through such elaborate lengths to kill two women who posed no threat to him.

I couldn't think of any other reasons except for the massive financial gain. Was it possible we were standing in someone's way?

As I was lost in thought, a maid brought out a bowl of freshly made seafood risotto. It was steaming hot, the rich aroma filling the room.

But the moment the plate was placed in front of Robin, the polite smile on his face vanished, and he turned deathly pale.

He suddenly covered his mouth and nose, unable to suppress a gag.

Dad was startled. "What's wrong, Mr. Wright?"

Robin quickly pushed the risotto away. He took a handkerchief from his assistant, wiped his mouth, and furrowed his brows.

"I'm sorry. My stomach's been hurting lately. I can't stand the smell of seafood."

Dad slammed his hand onto the table and lectured the maid. "Robin's not feeling well! Who let you serve something so pungent?"

Then, he offered Robin an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry, Robin. Look, it's getting late, and you aren't feeling well.

"Why don't you stay for a simple dinner? Consider it my way of making it up to you."

Robin's gaze flickered toward the maids for a second before he nodded. "Sorry to trouble you."

Cynthia sat next to me, picking at her nails and muttering under her breath, "A stomach bug? Does he have some sort of disease? I've seen plenty of rich second-generation brats at the clubs act like that when their bodies are completely burnt out. They're so weak."

My heart skipped a beat. Cynthia was right.

The rich men in the elite society led notoriously messy lives, had no morals, and had countless partners of both sexes.

It was possible that Robin had contracted some kind of sexually transmitted disease and was using the marriage as an excuse to cover up.

The family dinner at night felt strange.

Dad sat at the head of the table, with Robin in the seat of honor. Cynthia and I sat across from them, looking like we were ready to create chaos.

To my surprise, Kyle Parker was sitting at the far end of the table. Usually, he wasn't even allowed to eat with us.

Dad always claimed that Kyle was the son of our driver, Mike Parker. After Mike passed away, we took care of Kyle because he was an orphan. However, his eyes were a carbon copy of my father's in his youth.

In my first two lives, Cynthia and I were so busy trying to outmatch each other that we never gave this timid man a second thought.

However, it seemed that Kyle was my father's illegitimate son. Dad was just waiting for the right moment to officially recognize him as part of the Powell family.

"Kyle, don't just sit there. Pour some wine for Robin," Dad instructed.

Kyle scrambled to his feet, carrying the decanter over to Robin. "Mr. Wright, allow me to serve you."

Robin raised a hand to block the glass and said in an uncharacteristic gentle tone, "I don't drink wine. Water will do."

Kyle quickly switched to a pitcher of warm water. As he handed over the glass, his pinky finger brushed lightly against the center of Robin's palm.

The movement was incredibly fast and discreet. If I hadn't been watching Robin and Kyle like a hawk, I never would have caught it.

Instead of being offended, Robin lowered his gaze and smirked.

Hold on. A grown man looking at another like that? I felt goosebumps crawl up my arms.

Cynthia noticed it too. She gave me a hard kick under the table and signaled with her eyes. "Something is going on between them."

I shot her a meaningful look, signaling her to stay calm and keep an eye on the situation.

After a round of conversations, Robin finally cut to the chase.

"Mr. Powell, since both ladies are here, why don't we settle this tonight? My time is valuable, and I'd rather not waste any more time on these formalities."

Dad immediately placed his fork on the table and glared at Cynthia and me. "Did you hear that? We're choosing one of you tonight."

Just as Cynthia was about to speak and act out like a lunatic, I interrupted, "Dad, you and Robin are absolutely right. However, marrying into the Wright family is a massive commitment.

"To ensure the best possible genes for the next generation and to be responsible to the Wrights, shouldn't the three of us go for a pre-marital health screening first?"

If Robin just had a stomach bug, a health check-up would be harmless. But if he really had been promiscuous as Cynthia suspected…

"As long as Robin is in perfect health, Cynthia or I would be happy to marry him!"

Robin's expression darkened, his refined, gentlemanly mask vanishing instantly. "Kathy, are you implying that I'm carrying some kind of disease?"

Cynthia quickly added, "Health screenings before marriage are such a common practice these days. A virtuous man like you wouldn't mind taking the test, right?

"Besides, you had such a violent reaction to the smell of seafood earlier. We're worried about your health."

"Enough!" Robin stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over a glass of water.

Kyle instinctively reached out to steady Robin by the waist, but Robin shot him a furious look, sending Kyle shrinking back into the corner.

Robin took a deep breath and straightened out his perfectly tailored suit. "Mr. Powell, it seems like your daughters harbor prejudices against me. Let's talk about the marriage proposal another day."

With that, he snatched up his briefcase and stormed out of the room.

"Kathy and Cynthia! You rebellious brats! Are you hell-bent on destroying the Powell family?" Dad bellowed.

I ignored his screaming and stared at Robin's retreating back.

Why would a normal man react with such hostility to a simple medical exam before marriage? It seemed like Robin was hiding something dark about his health.

Robin was in a hurry. As he was putting on his shoes at the entryway, his briefcase slammed into the vase stand.

With a deafening crash, the vase shattered on the ground. The latch on his briefcase snapped open, and the documents within slid across the floor.

"Are you okay, Robin?" Cynthia lunged forward and pretended to be helpful by gathering the papers.

"Don't touch my things!" Robin snarled, shoving her back as he frantically gathered the documents together.

Cynthia landed on the floor while holding a folded piece of paper. She had snatched it from the pile of contracts in the middle of the chaos.

Robin stuffed the rest of the documents back into his bag, not even bothering with a polite goodbye before storming out of the house.

Kyle stood in a corner and watched Robin disappear from sight. His eyes were filled with such worry and anxiousness that it didn't seem like someone seeing his guest off.

…

We locked the doors once we were back in the room. Cynthia pulled the crumpled slip of paper from her sleeve, her hands still visibly shaking.

"Kathy, you saw how guilty Robin looked just now. Something is definitely up!"

I took the paper from her and smoothed it out.

It was a lab report and an ultrasound scan from a prestigious private hospital in Jolenburg. Although the name had been torn off, I recognized the partial ID at the edge of the paper. It was Robin's private number.

Cynthia and I had memorized his every contact detail just to pander to him and secure the marriage proposal. There was no mistake.

I continued reading the diagnosis. "Intrauterine pregnancy, 6 weeks. Fetal heartbeat detected."

"What the hell?" Cynthia's eyes widened in surprise, her jaw dropping open.

"I wonder who got knocked up."