To her dismay, her son had fallen for the daughter of some down-and-out businessman.
Her face darkened with displeasure.
With a cold snort, she muttered, "How could my son marry the daughter of a failed businessman?
I've always gotten along well with Mrs. Luna, and I quite like her precious daughter.
I'll arrange for them to meet soon.
As for this Sarah—I'll have to deal with her myself."
She knew her son all too well.
Though outwardly obedient since childhood, his rebellious streak ran just as deep as his sister's.
Once he set his mind on something, no matter how difficult, he'd never let go.
That's why she had to step in personally. ---
**12th Floor, Design Department, Marson Corporation.**
After a week of recuperating at home, Beauty had finally convinced Lucas to let her return to work.
Her colleagues in the design department were visibly relieved to see her.
An extra pair of hands meant an extra lifeline—even if everyone worked on their own projects.
