Chapter 12

Theobald's dark eyes lit up. "Really? Sis, you don't object to me and Hannah?"

Marguerite shrugged. "As long as it doesn't interfere with you making money, I have no objections. You're a grown man. It's about time you started dating."

A genuine smile spread across Theobald's face, making him even more handsome.

"Anna, please arrange it."

Marguerite got her ID in the morning and spent the afternoon at home waiting for news from Anna.

She was starting to think Anna was a superhero. Not only did she manage Theobald's work, but she also handled all his personal affairs. She deserved every penny of her seven-figure salary.

Marguerite had given her two tasks.

First, to get the address of the restaurant Theobald had booked for the evening. Second, to find out which high school Joshua's brother attended.

Around six o'clock, Anna replied.

[Joshua's brother is Joseph Green. He's a student at Northpine's Pinecrest High.]

[The restaurant tonight is called The Oak Table. The reservation with Ms. Carter is for 7:30 p.m.]

[Maggie, are you planning on going?]

Marguerite marveled again at Anna's astuteness.

The Oak Table. The name alone told her it was a carefully chosen venue.

Marguerite replied: [Thanks, Anna. I won't be going tonight.]

Anna's reply was swift: [Understood. By the way, I found out the current owner of your old family home is named George.]

At the name "George," Marguerite's sparkling eyes narrowed.

She had almost forgotten about her old arch-nemesis.

So the house was in his hands.

Talk about a small world. The two of them seemed destined to cross paths.

She wondered how he was doing now.

Probably very well.

She closed WhatsApp and opened her browser, typing in his name.

The man's handsome face soon filled the screen. He still wore silver-rimmed glasses, and the

alluring tea-colored beauty market

was still on his nose. But the lean, boyish took from their schoobday's was gone, replaced by an aura of serene, worldly elegance

She clicked to read more.

Good Lord. He was now the head of

Hew

S.S. Capital, the largest investment firm. S.S. Capital had started as a

tech company and with its razor sharp foresight now had a stake in nearly every profitable company on the market.

Marguerite wasn't entirely surprised. George had managed to snatch the top academic spot from her every now and then, With a brain like that, he was bound to succeed at anything.

All in all, George was now twenty-nine years old, a multi-billionaire.

And she was eighteen, with nothing to her name.

Marguerite gave a wry smile. "If melancholy were a talent..."

Still, it had been so many years. Surely he didn't hate her as much as he used to. A

small villa couldn't mean much to him. He would probably sell it to her, right?

Marguerite wasn't sure, but she didn't dwell on it.

One thing at a time. First, she had to catch a paparazzo.

Later, she would go to the old house and ask George if he was willing to sell.

At 7:30 p.m., outside The Oak Table.

A paparazzo with a wide grin lay prone in the bushes.

He had wanted to shoot from his car, but Hannah had insisted that car photos were

too blurry; she wanted high-definition glamour shots.

So, the bushes it was.

Yesterday, Theobald was rumored to have a new love; today, he was on a romantic date, rekindling an old flame with Hannah. This would definitely trend.

Traffic was practically guaranteed.

He saw a black Bentley pull up. Theobald, dressed in a sharp black suit with his signature rosary beads, stepped out.

The paparazzo raised his camera.

A hand tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey! No sleeping here!"