Whoa. That was something. Was this something a little kid like him should hear? The richest man in the world saying all that to his mommy? That was awesome. Chloe looked into Eugene's scorching gaze, then lowered her head to glance at the Austin roses in front of her. She reached out and gently brushed her fingers over the petals. "Eugene, you don't really know me." "You don't really know me either," he answered. "That's why we should spend more time together. Get to know each other better." "Just so you know... I'm not a good person," she said, her voice steady. "Funny. Neither am I." A slight smile touched his lips. "Maybe we're a perfect match."Chloe smiled back. She met his serious gaze and simply said, "Thanks for dinner." "See you soon." Eugene walked them to their hotel, then finally drove off. Robert watched the black car fade into the night. He looked up at his mom. "Why didn't you tell him we live in Riverville Prime Residence too? We could've ridden together!" Chloe glanced toward where Eugene had left, a soft smile on her face. She still held the bright bouquet. "Robert," she asked, "what do you think of Eugene?" Robert tilted his head, thinking it over. "Mommy, if he became my dad, I'd be okay with it. He's got looks, money, the whole package. Compared to someone like Arthur, he's way better. If we ever need backup, he's the one." He gave a big thumbs-up. Chloe chuckled. "He is a good man. What woman wouldn't like someone like him?" "Mommy, what about you?" Robert stared at Chloe, curious. Chloe didn't answer right away. After a moment of silence, she smiled helplessly. Even if she had been into him, did a woman like her deserve him? "Come on, Robert. Let's go home." She took his hand and hailed a taxi. Seeing she didn't want to talk about it, Robert didn't push. He just said calmly, "Mommy, the Lewis family is going to cause trouble next. Do you have a plan?" In the car, Chloe stared out the window. Eugene's face kept appearing in her mind. After a long pause, she said, "Of course I do." ***** At the police station, Carolyn was taken in for questioning. The evidence was solid. No matter how she tried to explain, it was useless. Seeing she was about to be detained, she quickly called her mother. The moment the call connected, Monique started yelling. "You useless girl! You can't even handle a simple situation and now you're in a police station? How did I raise such an idiot?" "Mom, save me! They're going to lock me up! What should I do? I can't go to jail!" Carolyn broke down crying. "Mom, I just started making progress in my career. I can't lose everything now. You have to get me out. Please!" "Your father is back. I'll see what I can do. You idiot—your role replacement is already trending online." Monique hung up before Carolyn could say another word. "What?" Carolyn stared at her phone, unable to believe what she'd just heard. They'd replaced her. That supporting role she'd worked so hard to get—gone. In disbelief, she grabbed her phone, opened Twitter, and when she saw the official announcement from the Rebirth production team, she went numb. It was true. They'd dropped her and announced that the role would go to a rising star.The "Rebirth" production team gave her the boot! Swapped her out entirely. Carolyn couldn't accept it. She'd spent so many nights with Henry to get this role. How could they throw her away so easily? Wait—Henry! She quickly called his number. The moment she dialed the number and heard the message from the phone saying "the number you have dialed is invalid," Carolyn wore a look of disbelief. Invalid? No way. That number was burned into her memory—she knew it by heart; no way she'd dialed wrong. She tried again, heart sinking as she heard the same message. Staring at her screen, she opened their messages. The last chat was still Henry's invitation to spend the night at a hotel. She sent a message anyway, hope flickering faintly. A red alert appeared—blocked. Carolyn lost it, breath catching in her throat. That bastard. Wasn't he afraid she'd go to his wife and expose everything? How dare he block her number? She called Henry's secretary. The phone rang for a long time, each ring twisting her nerves, before someone finally answered. "Ms. Lewis." "I want to talk to Henry. Put him on. If he doesn't take my call, he'll regret it," Carolyn said, her voice low and hard—sharp with rage, more a threat than a request.