Blaine stood watching Arthur leave. He shook his head and let out a snort. Then he took out his phone and called his assistant. "As soon as the twenty-one million from Myers Group comes in, transfer all of it to Ms. Lewis. If she asks, say we appreciate her kindness. But whoever's business it is, they foot the bill. The extra million is a gift for Robert. If she's free, invite her to dinner. My granddaughter really wants to see her." He hung up. A small smile crossed his face before he turned and walked away. Meanwhile, Arthur focused on his grandfather's surgery. He had no idea things were getting tense back at the Myers Manor. ***** A pile of photos hit the table hard. Madilyn's face turned dark as soon as she saw them. "Damn this lousy son! How could he do this? And that Chloe—she can forget about ever coming near this family again." She squeezed the photos so tight her hands turned white, as if she could reach through the pictures and hurt the people in them. Jennifer sat calmly on the sofa. She already acted like she owned the place. "You see it yourself. Your son won't listen to you. He went running back to Chloe. Even after she hit him, he still followed her around. So, what's your next move?" Jennifer raised an eyebrow, her eyes cold. Madilyn stood without a word. "Everyone's talking about this engagement. Rather than dragging it out, let's keep it simple—tie the knot!" Jennifer lowered her voice. "Turn the engagement party into a wedding. In three days, let Arthur get the marriage certificate with me." "So soon? That will look bad. I've already sent the invites—everyone knows it's an engagement. Pushing this too hard will backfire." Madilyn laughed coldly. She looked at Jennifer with pure dislike. Chloe never talked back—she took whatever Madilyn said. But with Jennifer, Madilyn had to watch her words. That made her angry. Who did Jennifer think she was? Madilyn was the one in charge here. Since when did she have to put up with being pushed around like this? Now Jennifer was really pushing her luck—openly challenging her authority. If they got the marriage certificate now, she'd become the real lady of the house. Then what? Would anyone still listen to Madilyn? Madilyn glanced upstairs. Jenarth was playing on the second floor. Just thinking about that bastard made her expression darken even more. Sure, Robert annoyed her too—but at least he was Arthur's real son. Now this bastard was about to walk through their door and be part of the Myers family, and she was not having any of it. "I'm not against you two getting married, but we should ask Arthur first." Madilyn deliberately brought Arthur into it. He was determined to win Chloe back. If he heard they were getting married now, he would definitely refuse. If Arthur said no, what could Jennifer possibly do to her? "You've got it wrong," Jennifer said with a light smile. "I'm not asking you. I'm telling you." "You—" Madilyn stared at Jennifer's smug face, seething. "Mrs. Myers, what if Arthur found out you had another child outside the family? Little brothers or sisters waiting to fight him for his inheritance? Don't you think he'd kick you out?" Jennifer looked at Madilyn and repeated the words she had said before. When Madilyn heard them, she trembled all over. She stared nervously at Jennifer, a flash of coldness darting across her eyes. "Mrs. Myers or Madilyn?" Jennifer's smile widened. "However you want me to address you—it all depends on your attitude and how helpful you decide to be." Madilyn said nothing."We're in the same boat. Neither gets away from the other, right?" Jennifer's smile deepened. "Chloe doesn't know what's good for her. The internet is already tearing her apart, and she hasn't even flinched. Fine. Let's turn up the heat." Jennifer stood and headed upstairs, telling a maid on her way to bring her a fresh coffee. "Oh, and one more thing..." She paused on the stairs and looked back at Madilyn. "Remember what I said. Not an engagement—a wedding. Got it? You have three days. If I'm not satisfied after three days, you really don't want to see what happens next." ***** At Lewis Manor... Carolyn had changed into a custom designer dress. Monique personally fastened a pearl necklace around her neck. In the mirror, Carolyn looked every bit the wealthy socialite. Even the ring on her finger sparkled with diamonds.