But he still hadn't done a thing. Ever since the rumors started calling Chloe Arthur's other woman, he should've shut it down. Yet he never moved. It shouldn't be like this. The woman he's crazy about is getting slammed—with wild, ugly lies—and he's just sitting back? If it were me, I'd have taken that gossip site down in seconds. "Not yet," Eugene said coolly. He lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and took a slow drag. Smoke curled softly from his lips. Landon watched, growing restless. "It's already blowing up. Chloe might be calm, but how are you so chill? And Chloe—her trashy ex and his new fling are right at her door, taunting her. She still won't act. Even I want to step in and fight with them." Eugene gave a low, mocking laugh. "Let them mess around some more. The taller they climb, the harder they'll fall." He crushed the cigarette between his fingers.As Eugene stood, Landon hurried after him. "Where are you going? If you tie yourself to Chloe now, the whole internet will dig into you. Your identity will be out. And then—" "Go make the arrangements," Eugene cut him off. "When my parents get to Capaville, take them around. Let them feel the local scene. Ask the young staff where the good food is—take them to try it all." "What?" Landon stumbled, nearly bumping into him. He caught his balance just in time. He stood there, stunned, watching Eugene walk off with that easy confidence. What was he thinking? Was he really going public for Chloe? But he hadn't even won her over yet. Landon frowned. If Eugene went public now, the whole social scene in Capaville would explode. Everyone thought the richest man was some ugly foreigner in his sixties. In truth, he was young, loaded, ridiculously handsome—and head over heels for a woman named Chloe. This was bad!Maybe he should work overseas. At least he'd be free. ***** The hashtag kept climbing up the trending list. Madilyn was shocked when she saw it. Public opinion was spinning out of control. From that angle, the photo really did look like Chloe was clinging to Arthur's hand, refusing to let go. The story had twisted completely. If this kept up, how could they keep face? Just then, Jennifer walked in with Jenarth, followed by a delivery team. Madilyn scanned the items—high-end bedding, daily essentials, even a custom luxury mattress. If she remembered right, that model cost over two million. Madilyn was stunned. Jennifer had just dropped over two million on a mattress without blinking. Even Madilyn wouldn't splurge like that. She was spending Arthur's money like it was nothing. Her anger flared. Madilyn stepped in front of Jennifer. "Jennifer, you've got some nerve. Arthur's buried in work, and you're throwing money around like this. Do you ever think about him? What kind of behavior is this?" Jennifer held Jenarth's hand and glanced at Madilyn. She signaled to the staff behind her, telling Jenarth to lead them to put the things where they belonged. "You follow him upstairs. He'll show you where everything goes." "Yes, Mrs. Myers." Madilyn's eyes widened. The staff's attitude toward Jennifer... This was out of line. Totally out of line. She wasn't even married yet, and already they were calling her "Mrs. Myers." This girl had more nerve than Chloe ever did. Madilyn glared, hatred flashing in her eyes. "Don't get too full of yourself. If Arthur finds out, he won't let this slide." "My dear Madilyn," Jennifer said lightly, her gaze sweeping over Madilyn, "weren't you the one who told me to buy whatever I wanted? That anything I liked would be taken care of? Changing your mind now?" Madilyn said nothing. "Shall I remind you who gave me this gold card?" Jennifer spun the card between her fingers. Madilyn stayed silent. No doubt about it—that felt like a slap in the face. She'd given Jennifer that card to keep her close, to make sure they stood together against Chloe. Who knew Jennifer would turn it right back on her. This bitch was something else. Not even married, and already acting like she owned the place. Fine. She'd remember this. She'd make sure every bit of this was paid back.